This was a request from a friend and so I am fulfilling it and I am loving it. This started as a one-shot and then turned into a 3,000 word project that I didn't have the heart to end so quietly. So I will be extended if you guys like it. The first part of this story is mostly inspired by the song Your Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus. So please enjoy it and tell me what you think.
Yes I know they are probably out of character, but this is my very first crossover.
THERE WILL BE FUTURE LEMONS!
The sounds of the city of Tokyo echo into the ears of Grell Sutcliff as he looked around at his new home. After being hurtfully rejected by his crush of many years Sebastian, he and his red hair and his strange two-toned eyes moved to Tokyo for a new start. An apartment already has been set up for him to live in and already has a few part-time jobs singing in night-clubs to cover the cost and living expenses. But the reason he chose Tokyo out of all the places to live in Japan was because of one person. Shuichi Shindou.
When he was still naive enough to go chasing after his Sebas-chan, he read about him in a magazine and started listening to his music. Everyone gossips about the hard love life he has. Grell fell in love with his music and despite his fandom, he has never seen a picture of his idol. He comes to Tokyo seeking to learn the secrets of Shuichi Shindou and using music to heal his soul and make others listen in.
He always loved to sing. But the only reason he even started practicing was because his old crush knows how to play beautiful violin and he dreamed of singing to his violin. But when his heart shattered, so did that dream. But he did not give up on singing, he will use the singing to get his revenge and prove that the douche was no good for him and he will realize what he passed up on.
Grell is getting down from the stage at his most recent performance. The applause continues as he makes his way to the back of the room to his boss to receive his paycheck. Along the way the girls continued to scream and everyone cheers and wants to shake his hand. When he finally comes face to face with his boss Will, he is handed the envelope filled with cash and makes his way outside of the stuffy bar. It was a fun set tonight and the crowd had never-ending energy and made the room so warm his red-framed glasses fogged up a couple times during the show.
He was running by now to make it to the convenience store before it closes to grab a few things until he could go shopping tomorrow morning. He makes it with a few minutes to spare and grabs a 10-pack of strawberry pocky, some instant ramen and a bag of chips. While he was checking out he could hear the thunder rumbling as dark clouds cover the night sky.
Half way home, it started to pour. But Grell was in no rush. As he walked, the rain soaked his hair and made his bright red hair almost seem maroon in color as rain drops appeared on his lenses. His cloths are now soaked through and his stage makeup was dripping off of his face. His bought goods were protected thanks to the plastic bag but none of anything mattered when he heard the voice. It was beautiful and strong despite it sounding like the words were being chocked on.
Grell followed it when he comes across a crouched head of beautiful shade of pink hair with these big violet eyes. Grell always had an obsession with the color red, but he loved pink just as much because it was red at heart but it was a softer red. When Grell got a good look at those violet eyes again, he could tell they were usually much happier and bright. But what Grell saw in front of him now, were tears that overflowed and all Grell wants to do is make those tears vanish.
Grell walks up to the timid creature and offers his hand. The beautiful broken being took the hand with a small smile and with help from Grell stood up and they started walking towards Grell's apartment. He doesn't even know his name, but it felt right to offer him someone to talk to and somewhere to stay. Grell wished he could offer something to the boy to protect him from the rain and growing bite in the air but all he had was his soaked jacket and he couldn't offer that. All of a sudden, the quiet being took Grell's hand, he was shocked at first at how cold his hand is in his but then relaxes as he feels a warm palm press against his own as the fingers intertwine with each other.
By the time they arrive at the apartment, both had blushes on their cheeks and small smiles on their faces. Grell doesn't want to but he must let go of the hand to get the angel a towel. He put his bag of groceries on the kitchen counter then got them both towels and handed one of the plus towels to the nameless angel. Neither has said a thing to each other, both afraid to break the spell that seems to linger between their unspoken words.
The angel took off his backpack and set it on the ground before he started drying his hair . Grell took this chance to take off his glasses and dry his glasses. He stopped a few seconds later as the angel's hands started to tremble and tears were once again falling down his face. The towel remained on his head as he used his hands to try to cover his face. Grell went over to the angel and held him tight to his already damp shirt but he let the angel cry until he felt the angel weakly push him away. The purple eyes stayed focused on the floor and made no move to continue drying the hair.
Grell showed a gentle smile and then reached for the towel and continued to dry the small creature's hair. Surprised eyes looked up at Grell as he finished and the angel just smiled and let his eyes close and lean into the gentle touch as he whispered the first words of the night, "Thank you."
Grell had to make sure that he had actually said them and they weren't part of his imagination because they were so quiet. Grell stood with the towels in his hands and used his head to nod and ask the angel to follow him. Grell was followed to the bathroom and also where the washer and dryer were. He threw the towels in then followed by Grell's jacket and shirt. He looked over to the angel to ask for his wet cloths but the angel had his eyes to the floor and had a huge blush on his cheeks.
I guess it was insensitive of me to not think about how he would feel about this. He may be uncomfortable with his body or seeing mine.
"Why don't you go take a warm shower while I wash our cloths and make us some tea. I'll put out a change of cloths for you in front of the door once you get in." Grell said as he reached up and handed a clean towel to the boy then stepped out of the way to give the boy some privacy.
"Shuichi."
"What?"
"My name is Shuichi." The angel whispered as he started taking his shirt off, what Grell saw made his look away in shock. On his forearms were black and blue marks in the shape of hands, one on each arm and looked fairly new.
"My name is Grell, it's nice to meet you Shu-chan." He didn't bother looking back over his shoulder as Grell closed the bathroom door and wandered into the kitchen to start boiling water. He opened one of the packs of pocky and started snacking on the biscuit sticks one by one as he made the preparations for tea. As he set the kettle onto the stove he got a good look at himself in the reflection and realized he still had his stage makeup running down his face.
How could I ever show this disoriented face to that beautiful angel! I must clean up before he's done so I won't scare him with this makeup!
Grell uses the kitchen sink to wash his face of all the eyeliner and lipstick. He dried his face with a kitchen towel then double-checked his looks in the kettle before settling down before the kettle started whistling and he poured the hot water into the teapot with the leaves. He replaces the lid on the pot and lets it steep for a bit, he took this time to think for a minute.
Poor Shu-chan, those bruises looked painful, and idiot bastard that dare hurt such an angel like Shuichi and with that beautiful voice too! He sounds just. . . like . . . Shuichi. . . Shindou.
It finally all clicked with the tough love, the voice, the name.
HOLY SHINIGAMI! I'VE GOT SHUICHI SHINDOU IN MY SHOWER!
Grell was about to go fan-bonkers until he remembered the reason he brought Shuichi to his home. He is going to offer help to this broken angel, after all they both have had their hearts broken. What Shuichi needs right now is a supporting and comforting person, not a crazed fan begging him and asking questions.
Grell heard the shower shut off and rushed into his room and grabbed his smallest shirt and a pair of boxers and shorts and left them at the door. Then walked back into the kitchen pretending to check on the tea while munching another pocky stick. But in reality he kept his ears open as he heard the door quickly open and shut, followed by the rustling of cloths followed again by the door opening and then closing slowly behind it.
"Thank you for letting me use your shower." Shuichi thanked with a big cute grin. The violet eyes were a lot brighter but not as bright as they could be. Shuichi was cheerful but not as cheerful as he appeared.
"You know you don't have to force yourself," Grell said as he handed Shuichi a teacup.
"I'm fine really." He grinned then his face went blank as it caught sight of something. Grell followed his gaze to the box of strawberry pocky in his hand.
"Want one?" Grell offered him a box.
"Really?" Squealed in delight.
"Sure. Knock yourself out." As soon as the words left his mouth the pocky box was snatched out of his hand and opened with one of the biscuit stick already sticking out of Shuichi's mouth. It seemed to already cheer him up even more than the shower did. "Come, let's sit and chat. We have all night if you need it." Grell lead them over to the living room and sat them down in a couple comfy chairs with a coffee table in between them.
They sat in silence for a minute as they both happily sipped their tea and finished their pocky. When Grell finished both his tea and his pocky he sighed and laid the empty box and teacup onto the coffee table and cleared his throat to gain Shuichi's attention.
'Um, Shindou-san?" Shuichi looked up from his teacup surprised to hear his last name.
"Y-yes?" He all of a sudden seemed very tense and nervous.
"I would really like to talk about earlier and the reason you were crying." Shuichi's face fell as he looked at his reflection in his tea.
"I guess it can't be avoided. I do owe an explanation to you since you were so kind as to take me in." Tears started to build up in Shuichi's eyes and Grell placed his hands over Shuichi's around the teacup and gave them a small squeeze.
"You don't owe me a thing, I just want to help you. I don't like seeing an angel like you so broken up. The only I want to do is help you repair your wings, and your smile." The comment made Shuichi look up from the cup and form a small smile as a blush dusted his cheeks. "That's a bit better. Then why don't you just me what you want to tell me and hopefully it will help you feel better."
Shuichi put his teacup down and took a couple deep breaths to try to prevent himself from crying again. "Well I guess it's all kind of my fault. With my boyfriend I was always clingy, and crazy, and loud. He's likes quiet, silence, and relaxing. He never wanted the relationship in the first place and I kind of forced it onto him. S-so it kind of all leads back to me and my trouble-"
"Hold on! I apologize Shu-chan but just give me a minute." Shuichi was confused when Grell got up and headed onto his bedroom and then came back out and placed a new box of tissues in front of Shuichi. For some reason this made Shuichi laugh and also cause the tears he's been holding in to spill over.
I probably look like a mess and a freak but he somehow makes me laugh and smile without even trying. It's like he has special powers. He just offered me his hand in the street and brought me here and gave me a warm shower and dry cloths without really asking my name, my reason, nothing.
"Thank you Grell." managed to get out in between fits of laughter. Along the way Grell had started laughing too and was now on the floor at Shuichi's feet. Both of them nearly wetting themselves as they seemed to laugh harder and harder as more time passed. Soon enough both had finally managed to gain control of their breathing and calm down. Both had tissues in their hands as they wiped away their tears and blew their noses. Grell forced himself to get up and get the trashcan from the kitchen so they could dispose of the used tissues.
"Would you like to try this again tomorrow night?" Grell asked as he brought the trashcan back.
"Yes, and hopefully make it all the way through the story without laughing or crying. But tonight you've helped me get the unwanted negative energy out and now I would just like to sleep if you don't mind." Shuichi said and soon after he finished the covered his mouth as a yawn escaped.
"Alright then, down the hall two doors down from the bathroom. You will have to excuse the mess in there. It's suppose to be a bedroom but it's mostly used for storage." Grell said as he pointed Shuichi towards the direction of the door.
"It's quite alright. It wasn't like you were expecting me tonight." Shuichi smiled. Although it feels so much like fate. "Good night then Grell."
"Good night." He wished the angel goodnight then went to the simple task of cleaning the teacups and teapot.
Review and tell me what you think! Please tell me if I made any mistakes and don't be too harsh with me since this is my first crossover and this is the first time I've done this pairing. I hope you all enjoy and this is for Chris and Nic!
