This is a Kuroshitsuji fanfiction, Grell X Sebastian.
Thing's about the characters have been changed for this FanFiction, such as characters deaths may not have happened, Character's ages, family members, and gender-bends. As well as characters history... Despite these changes I do NOT own Kuroshitsuji / Black Butler, it and the characters still and will always belong to Yana Toboso.

Kuroshitsuji FanFiction
Main Paring:
Grell Sutcliff X Undertaker
Grell Sutcliff X Sebastian Michaelis

Other Pairings in this FanFic:
Ciela Phantomhive X Alois Trancy
Claude Faustus X Alois Trancy
Claude Faustus X Sebastian Michaelis

Grell yawned, his eyelids felt heavy as he tried to open them; he pushed on the bed forcing himself to sit up a little, only to let his drowsiness take over as he dropped back down on the bed.

His long red hair draped over his face, blocking out any light that might slip through the curtains covering the windows to his bedroom. Grell buried his face in his silk pillows, closing his eyes again; he was drained of all of his energy anyway.

Grell shifted in the sheets and yawned, then rolled over on to his back grimacing as pain shot through his body. He groaned, rolling onto his side, though the pain only worsened. He moved back on to his stomach and the pain seemed to melt away. Ah, he had found the position that didn't hurt his body.

Grell figured it was from the late hours he had done at his job last night. He was sadly a gardener, at least it was only like that on Mondays and Wednesdays. The only reason he worked as a gardener was because he got to work with a chainsaw. One of his favorite things in the world was the chainsaw, HIS chain saw. The one he had made specially at his other job, where he worked at a hunting store, dealing with swords, guns, and heavy weaponry (including chainsaws). His job was to build and repair chainsaws. His love for chainsaws was insane, thus the reason for him taking on the job of taking care of peoples' gardens.

His last job he wasn't all that proud of. It was a underground job. A dirty job that he didn't like. Though it again it did involve him working with a chainsaw. He had tried countless times to quit it, and get out of it. But he found himself going back to it. After all it was good pay, he got $600 an hour for it. Yet he hated that job more than anything; at times it made him feel like a 'grim reaper'. Funny because his next door neighbor often called him a reaper.

And he knew he'd have to go do that job later this week, there was no getting out of it this time. No matter how hard he tried. They would follow him and make him do it just like last time.

Grell huffed trying to get his job out of his head as he stretched, much like a cat, under his silk sheets, his red hair covering his bare back.
His head jerked up out of the bed as he was fully awoken by a fist beating down on his front door. Grell flew out of his bed, his feet scampering to keep up with his legs as he ran to his closet, slipping on his school uniform.

Shit, it was already 8 a.m.

He darted into the bathroom and grabbed a hair tie, pulling his long red hair up in a single ponytail and fixed his tie. Opening his school bag he went to the small fridge by the sink, opening it and pulling out a long red box before shoving it into his bag, as well as two small glass vials and a water bottle. He slammed it shut as he grabbed two large orange pill bottles ripping off the labels on both just before shoving them in his bag along with his other things and taking off to the door.

"I'm coming!" he called as he grabbed one last pill bottle off of the kitchen table. He was going to need those pain pills in case this pain he was feeling was only going to get worse.

The banging on the door only got louder, making Grell a little annoyed as he jerked the door open. "I said I was coming Angel!" he hissed, then quickly dropped his temper seeing as how the white haired man stared at his as if saying, "Did I just not save your ass from getting kicked out of school?"

Grell sighed. He wasn't sure why he got angry so quickly, he usually knew how to keep a smile on his face.

"Thanks for waking me up." Grell smiled, locking the door behind him as he moved past the tall adult with purple eyes and white hair, who always reminded Grell much of an angel, though he never really acted like one. Most of the time, Mr. Landers was always mean to him. Calling him weird names like "Grim Reaper". Maybe it was because at their first meeting Grell had a chainsaw over his shoulder and a sadistic grin on his face. But the more he helped Grell with making sure he woke up every morning and got to school, the more he thought of him as an angel. Kind of ironic because all he ever wore was white clothes, as did his wife.

"Of course Sutcliff, and how many times do I have to tell you not to call me that. My name is Ash Landers, I'd appreciate it if you used it. Not your stupid nickname you came up with." he sighed, rubbing his eyebrows together. Grell glanced at him from his peripheral vision, giving him a look that said, "What about the nickname you gave me?" Ash dropped his hand to his side sliding it in his jacket pocket. "Don't be late to class!" he hissed as Grell waved his hand in apology as he ran down his street and hurried off to his school's grounds.

Thankfully Grell wasn't too far away from the school, but at times like these when he had to hurry they felt like the longest streets in the world, and he wondered why he couldn't just live on the school grounds.

He was going to be late to class, again. William T. Spears, his teacher, would be pissed at him and most likely give him detention, which would precede his getting kicked out of school.

"Shit!" he yelped as he slipped, falling face first on the cement ground right in front of the school gates. He quickly pushed himself up and grabbed his school bag before he shoved the contents back in.

Jumping to his feet he scampered up to the gates, pushing them open enough for him so slip in. Thankfully, his body was so slender and small he didn't have to open it that much. He would have made it to class in time if his bag hadn't gotten caught on the gate's handle, causing all of his things to fall out again. He groaned loudly dropping to his knees as he grabbed everything, shoving it all back into his bag.

He reached for one of the glass vials, the object that cost him most of his check's pay, but before he could reach it it was crushed under some asshole's purple knee high shoe. His face fell as fear rolled in. Now he only had one vial left. The clear liquid pooled under his shoe, just barely touching Grell's outstretched fingers and sending a shiver down his spine. He clenched his jaw in anger.

"Hello druggy~" the boy said over him.

'Druggy'. One of Grell's many nicknames, one he hated very much. Mainly because it wasn't true, and there was nothing he could do to make that boy not call him by it.

Grell's green eyes moved up into the bright blue eyes of Alois Trancy, a smug grin on the blonde's face as he placed his hands on his hips, and his hair falling from behind his ear as he looked down.

Alois Trancy was a boy Grell hated and despised very much. For more than one reason; one reason being the fact that the boy was loaded, making life easy for him.
The other reason was the fact that Alois still had his mother.

"Alois, you damn brat!" he hissed standing up and towering over the shorter teen. "That was one of my last ones! I cant affored any more untill next month! What if my-"

"What if you have a break down because you ran out of your precious drugs?" he giggled. "I'm sure you'll find a way to scratch up more money for more drugs Grell." He waved his hand from side to side as he moved past Grell and trotted off to the doors of their school, the grin still on his face. He placed his hands on the gate's bars pressing his forehead to them. "And stay away from Ciela. She doesn't like you, and neither do I." he stuck his tongue out then pranced off to the school, as if skipping through a field of flowers.

"I'm not interested in her, damn it!" Grell hated that blonde so much. "I wish he'd just die." he hissed.

"That's not a nice thing to say about someone." a voice behind the redhead said, making him jump and turn around.

"Headmaster..." he mumbled, his green eyes moving up into the dark blue ones of the school's headmaster, Vincent Phantomhive; he smiled.

"Grell, are you and Trancy still having problems?" he asked as he moved next to Grell. The two were like family, yet not. He nodded, not saying anything as Vincent placed his hand on his shoulder and led him inside the school grounds.

"He thinks that I'm after Ciela, just because I come over to talk to you; and he keeps calling me a druggy. " Grell mumbled, his hand moving in his bag lifting up the only vial he had left filled with clear liquid. "He crushed the other bottle.. This is the only one I have left now. At least until my next paycheck..." Grell gripped the bottle tighter. His usual jobs would not pay for such a bottle, but the job he was going to tonight would pay for it in 1 hour's worth of work. He grimaced, remembering how he couldn't back out of it.

Vincent said nothing as he looked at Grell's paling face. He slipped his hand out of his pocket and on to the boy's shoulder. "Grell, you know I would gladly pay for more."

"Don't!" Grell jerked out from his hand turning to him, his face paling even more. "I-I mean, it's okay.. It'll be fine. You don't have to pay for anything for me, Vincent." he said nervously as he stared at the blue eyes that gave him a questioning stare. Vincent sighed.

"Grell?" he asked

"Yes?"

"Do you still want me to pick you up for that doctor's appointment after school today?"

Grell stiffened, as he had completly forgotten about the doctor's appointment he had planned weeks ago. "Please do." he said looking up at him. Vincent laughed.

"Typical Grell, always forgetting things like this. But you really need to remember these kinds of things. Your mom would be worried if you didn't go to it." he said, his voice softening as he spoke.

Grell nodded, looking back at the ground as they made it to his classroom door.

"Alright. Well, have fun in class." he patted Grell's shoulder before pulling the door open. Grell slid in and didn't even bother looking at his teacher, who glared at him.

"Grell Sutcliff, it's about time you joined us." William said in a firm voice.

"Mr. Spears, he was with me." Vincent smiled, waving at William, who nodded as Vincent left the room after giving Grell one last worried look.

"Getting in trouble again?" Undertaker giggled in his seat as Grell sat in his place right next to him.

"No, now shut up. I ran in to that Trancy brat again." he whispered under his breath.

"Ohoho~ Does he still think you're going after the Phantomhive girl?" Undertaker chuckled with a grin, his eyes hidden under his silver hair as his black nails tapped at the desk, his voice filled with interest.

"Sadly yes.. And you will not believe what he did." Grell glared at Undertaker, his hand lifting the only remaining small vial.

"Oh my, he broke the other one huh?" Undertaker frowned, one of the rare moments when he did. Grell simply nodded, his hands quickly working to keep up with William's note taking on the board. "Well that won't do at all, now will it? How are you going to afford more?" Undertaker asked, balancing his pencil on the bridge of his nose.

Undertaker was never one to take notes or even pay attention to class, but he always managed get hundreds on every test and assignment. It actually pissed Grell off sometimes.

"I'm working tonight..." he mumbled as he finished scribbling the notes down on his paper and dropping his pen.

Undertaker froze in his position of leaning back in his seat. "Wait, work? Grell, you don't mean to tell me that you're working for yo-"

"CLASS!" William hissed, causing the two boys to jolt in their seats, as well as half the class. Grell and Undertaker's green eyes moved up to the blackboard, fearing that he was about to yell at them for talking, only for his heart to stop and a grin spread out on his face.

"We have a new student." William stated as a tall, slender boy walked into the classroom, a smile on his face. He tucked his raven black hair behind his ear as he turned to the class and directed his smile to the students. He bowed for a moment his red eyes moving across the room and falling on Grell's green ones.

"My name is Sebastian Michaelis. It's a pleasure to meet you all."

End of Chapter One...

Thank you all for reading! :)
I hope to have the next chapter up soon!