A/N: Well, this might be a three-shot or a two-shot. I don't really know. So here you are.
I do not own Kuroshitsuji or its characters (But I wish I owned Grell-chan :'( )
The sound of rain and cries filled the streets of London. Just at eight o'clock at night, a women's husband had died in a terrible carriage accident. A crowd was surrounded around the dead man and crying women. A far, a crimson reaper stared atop a hill, his red hair flowing in the wind. He sighed. He was in such a rush to get this soul; he forgot his coat in his office. He started to walk back to the Shinigami London Dispatch.
A candle lit the office of William T. Spears as he worked over time again. The sound of his pen scratching against papers, as he signed them, was the only sound in the whole building. Everyone went home to rest. He took notice that he saw everyone leave at nine o'clock. Everyone, except Grell Sutcliff.
'Could he have disappeared again?' William shook his head. 'No, I remember seeing him leave out the door in a fast pace.' Then he remembered something. Grell was not wearing his coat when he dashed off.
William sighed. He guessed that he was probably at home, sleeping. William stood up and left the work he finished on his desk. Just in case Grell wouldn't get up in the morning, he had a key to his room. He would just leave it on the nearest chair and talk to Grell in the morning.
Out of breathe, Grell panted, hands on his knees as he was outside of the work place. When Grell walked in, he took knowledge that he was soaking wet. But, he felt so hot and tired for some reason. His vision was blurry as well. He shook it off and walked up to his office, trudging.
William finally reached Grell's office and saw the coat on the desk, covering something. He removed the coat and saw stacks off papers.
'Typical. I guess I have another lecture tomorrow.' He sighed. The silence of the room was cut off by a few sneezes and coughs. William was startled as he turned around and saw Grell trudging, looking at his shoes. Grell hadn't taken notice of William yet and William couldn't see his face but he knew something was wrong. Grell fell against a corner and slid down. He hugged himself and panted heavily.
"Sutcliff," William said. Grell head snapped up and was surprised when he saw William.
"Will," his surprised face turned into a genuine smile. "What are you doing here? Were you...," he started to trail off. His face blush crimson as William crouched down in front of him and took off both of his gloves.
"...working...," he continued. Grell heart started to pound faster as William reached to his hand to his face. When the back of William's hand touched Grell's forehead, the first two things he noticed was it was warm and it was wet from his hair. Actually, his whole body was wet. Why?
"I-It...," a weak, girlish voice stuttered. William looked down at his flush co-worker.
"W-Was raining...," continued Grell. William's eyes widened and his teeth clenched.
"Idiot!" He yelled making Grell wince in pain as unknown to William, his bare hands now holding Grell's arms, was digging into his skin.
"What kind of idiot are you? You must be the lowest of dumb! Actually, you're an insult to stupid people everywhere!" William's nails dug more into his skin. Grell face cringed but he didn't speak up.
"Everyone brings a coat when it's raining! Every day I have to lecture you and deal with your shenanigans! I've had enough!" He screamed.
"Will! Stop it! It hurts!" Grell yelled, tears streaming down his face like a river. William eyes widened. He felt liquid slowly go down his hand. He looked and saw red coming from Grell's arms.
Blood. William took his hands away. Grell looked at him with terror and confusion.
William had no choice. He had to do it no matter how much he hated this.
William moved closer to the smaller man who was blushing the same color of his red hair.
"W-W-Will?" Grell asked when William's face was an inch from him.
'Is he?' Before Grell could think, William hugged him.
"I'm sorry Grell," He said. Grell's eyes widened. This was the first time William apologized to him...and called him by his first name. Grell hugged him back and whispered, "Thank you,".
They stayed like that for a few more seconds till William stood up and held his hand out for Grell to take. "Let's go, Grell," Grell let out a giggle as that was the second time he had called Grell by his first name.
When the two men were almost to the door, they noticed it was still raining. William looked towards the smaller man clutching his right arm. He noticed that Grell's coat was sagging like always. Normally, William allowed it but since it was raining…
'What if he throws a diva fit when I ask him to take it off?' William then remembered his umbrella in his office.
"Grell," He said his first name again.
"Hm?"
"Excuse me and wait here. I forgot my umbrella," Then William ran up to his office.
When William came back down, Grell was looking outside the window. William didn't know why but the aura around Grell was so thoughtful right then.
As William walked closer, he saw the crimson Shinigami's shoulders go up slightly then down in a sighing motion.
"Sutcliff," Grell turned around. He had a red blush spread across his face. His eyes were so soft and were glazed over. His mouth was parted slightly as he panted.
"Will. It's so hot...," Grell said before passing out.
"Grell!"
A/N: Please R&R!
