He sat there, outside the mansion, waiting for the rain to end. He was soaking wet, and had only his coat to shield him from the harsh climate. Nothing was going well for him; he couldn't get the Earl to let him stay until the rain stopped, and if he was to walk back to the office, he would hear hell from William. Grell sat under a tree, staring blankly at the sky, his makeup smearing down his smooth, feminine face.
"Oh Sebby." he sighed, "Why can't you at least show me some compassion?" He wiped a falling tear, knowing that it would not matter since his look was ruined anyways. Staring at his makeup-smeared hands, he wondered out loud "Why can't you be kinder to me, Will?" and sighed once again, more tears falling down his cheeks.
"Because they both have sticks up their ass." A smooth, eerie voice responded, startling the red reaper. "A lady should not sit in the rain; it's rather unbecoming of you."
"Undertaker! You creep! You scared the living HELL out of me!" Grell yelled as he got up and kicked the elder, knowing that it had no real effect. "Jeez," he said, turning away from the Undertaker and wiping some of his tears, "It's rude to sneak up on a lady."
"Why," he responded, "I did not sneak up on you, milady. I was in clear sight, you just didn't take notice." The two of them stood for a minute in silence, both men becoming soaked with the cold drops that pattered all about ther bodies.
The rain, already harsh as it was, began to fall rougher. Undertaker, growing tired of standing in the rain, began to walk off to his shop, pausing. " As I said before, a lady should not be in the rain." He extended his hand to the usually-flamboyant reaper, " Would you care to join me? I'm sure you would prefer to be in a more peaceful setting than this."
Grell stared at the mans pale hand and thought. He couldn't go back to the dispatch center, for Will would be there waiting to chew at him, and it was certain that the little Earl wouldnt be changing his mind any time soon. Slowly, he nodded and allowed the Undertaker to lead him to the shop. As they walked against the rain, the feminine male began to slow. His clothes were begining to weigh him down, and he wondered how the elder man could walk so swiftly as his bulky robes collected a large amount of water. He was getting tired and cold by now, and he shivered, hugging himself for warmth. He never noticed just how far Undertakers shop was from the Phantomhive's estate until now.
"Yipes!" the tiny man yelled, as he was suddenly lifted off the ground.
"I though milady might have gotten a bit tired from the walk," Undertaker stated, "so I thought I would help her out a bit." He shuffled the small man in his arms until he was carrying the reaper bridal-style. "Hold on tight. That way, you can stay warm too."
Grell hesitantly wrapped his arms around the mans neck, and smiling, the elder continued walking on. Grell rested his head on the Undertakers shoulder, appreciating the warmth radiating off his body. He twirled the mans long silver hair between his fingers, admiring the shine as the pair passed a street-light. He slowly drifted to sleep, images of the pale elder reaper flashing in his mind. "This is nice."he though, finally drawing to a complete slumber.