The night was delivered with the help of the silver moon. The hustling wind were whistling from trees to trees and none of the living creature understood the pathetic language that never existed.

But on the midst and on the center of the amber floral garden. There sat a lovely lady dressed with crimson colors from head to toe. The silence and the whistling winds that had occupied the surrounding before were replaced with light hiccups and sniffing. The lady was crying.

As the scene gets closer to the lady that had been shedding tears. The world turned around at its edge. The cheeks were turned over and the lady that had been crying wasn't a lady after all. It wasn't a she... It was a he...

But why was he dressed like a woman when he was a he? Why do such things?

Well you might understood it if I were to tell you that it was someone you'd recognize before. A grim reaper alright and you know him pretty well.

It was Grell Sutcliff.

Grell sat at the edge of the red roses that matched his long crimson red hair and lace dress. The roses were there to accompany him with the tears that was caressing down his cheeks.

He was lonely, that's the only thing he could say for the night. He had no real friends... No real family... And no real lover...

Oh why can't he love like all people do? Why would his fate trapped on a web that wasn't suppose to happen? How could the world be so cruel?

He bowed down his head.

Red roses everywhere...

The night was so lovely. It was shimmering. And the black floral was a partner to his silver glistening tears.

Grell Sutcliff was a lady trapped in a Man's body.

He sniffed. Surely nobody would be there to comfort him. How could it happen when he has no one else to turn on to? Why can't he have the life he wanted?

Gently, he pulled one crimson rose from its den. He raised the red rose up, high enough to be seen with the dark black night sky. The tears almost surrendered when a warm smile curved on his mouth. He had remember the lover he had ever been wanting. The lover whom he had ever been liking. And the lover who had never ever returned his love for him.

Such a hideous person I am! Why should I write this story when its just so sad. Another story again that would end with happy endings? What would it be then? Wrong endings?

The beautiful red rose pierced Grell's smooth hand. Blood was dripping from his hand and he noticed the elegant color. He smirked as he looked down again, seeing his dress with the same color as his lovely blood.

He was a crazed grim reaper.

He was then a flamboyant one...

He was a happy person in front of his friends.

Yet never they did know that besides being happy and all, tears would remain streaming for no one would ever have the most wonderful life they would always wish for.

He wasn't that sorrowful though. It was this night that he had realized all.

Something happened on this night and he intended to keep it to himself... Yes... To himself...

"Cry cry all you want, wouldn't you?". A voice was heard.

Grell shook his head. The voice was at his back and he had to turn over to see the person. He wiped the dried tears on his cheeks.

"w-who are you?". He asked. "Don't tell me you're my godfairy?". He chukled.

"I could make your dreams be bestow upon you... If you wish to proceed I wo-".

"You're kidding...".

"Oh darling I can". The voice said. Grell looked over the person. She was a little girl. With purple pinkish eyes and had dark lace dress. She had wings on her back flapping and flapping to remain its position.

The little girl cupped Grell's chin and wiped his tears away.

"You... You're a little girl.. How could you even fulfill my wishes?". Grell asked as he stared on the little lady.

"One word... Hope... That is". She chukled.

"Who are you?". He asked.

"Agatha...". She replied with a smirk.

"Just like I said, How can you fulfill my wish...?". Grell asked

"Trust me when I tell you... Listen to me when I said these words.". Agatha's mouth became divine. And Grell stood surprise. He nodded.

"I will make your dreams come true in one single day. It will end just like Cinderella's story would be".

"At midnight..?". Grell asked.

"Yes and the opposite".

"And then...".

"If you wish to be the lady you ever wanted to be... Then you should come back here tomorrow at midnight, in this place. You should be ready as to take any requests from me...I need souls...". Agatha said,

lacing the last words with venom. Then she vanished and left Grell in such an impassive state.