Honestly I don't know where this one came out of. I think I was gone a bit mad when it came to me. Ever see Freaky Friday? It's like that, but good. I hope. Bitta Grelliam going on, because my obsession knows no bounds, and possibly the tiniest hint of CielxSebby later on, I haven't decided yet. Also, I am aware that there weren't phones back then, or songs about gay bars, but there weren't any chainsaws or lawnmowers either, so who says Reapers can't have phones? It's going to be separated into two chapters, maybe three depending on how long it takes. So yeah, go ahead and read it, and let me know what you think :D
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The Red Button Of Certain Doom
Sebastian knew he shouldn't have brought Grell along. He'd had a gut feeling, a gut feeling that he'd stupidly ignored. Sure, the flamboyant Reaper had a few useful talents, but he always had to cause some sort of trouble. This specific trouble, however, was just taking the biscuit. Along with the tin they were kept in and the baker that made them.
It hadn't started out too badly. Sebastian had leads to follow on his bocchan's latest investigation, which involved the discovery of hoards of mutated and disfigured corpses, and Grell had agreed to put his chainsaw to use. The pair had scoured the city together without a hitch, though the demon did have to shoot down a few well-mannered flirts. The two had tailed their main suspect down to an abandoned old house, and as luck would have it, what appeared to be underground laboratory.
"Hmm.. Doctor Kaye Connell. Her basement is just as suspicious as she is."
"I think somebody's a bit of a creeper. It's a pity she's not a pervert too. I was hoping for it'd be some kind of bondage basement I could enjoy with my Sebas-chan," Grell wined, poking at the strange metal contraptions around the room.
"Do try not to be so vulgar, Mr. Sutcliff," the demon replied with a roll of his crimson eyes. The basement, though a little dirty and blood splattered, was obviously used quite often. The room was filed with all sorts of mechanical contraptions and what appeared to be medical equipment, most of which the pair had never seen. To Grell, everything just screamed secret laboratory of a mad scientist.
While Sebastian was making use of himself, and actually searching for hard evidence, Grell was busy admiring his reflection on the surface of a shiny machine.
"I am too fabulous for this world.. Ooh, what's this?" Grell crooned before being distracted by a nearby button. A large, red, button that appeared to be glowing, and Grell could just hear it, begging him to press it, and Grell wasn't going to let it plead forever.
"Grell, no! Don't touch that, it could be-" Sebastian yelled too late as the Reaper gave in to temptation, pressing the button with great vigour, and the pair were enveloped in a blindingly white light.
"Urgh.. Why must my favourite colour forsake me so?.. Why does my voice sound funny..?" Grell lifted a hand to his head, running his fingers through his hair. His hair that was suddenly very short. Panicking, he pulled locks of his hair in front of his eyes, where he could see it, and was horrified to discover that, not only was it ridiculously short, it was also black. A lot like Sebastian's. And as if that wasn't bad enough, he the realised he was missing his favourite red coat. Come to think of it, all of his clothes had been replaced, his glasses missing.
"What the hell is going on?" Grell screeched in a voice that was most definitely not his own. "Sebastian? Something weird is going on.. Sebby, where are you?" Grell turned around when he heard a groan. A dusty, yet still distinctly red, body moved slowly on the floor, long, red locks of hair covering their face. Not that it mattered to the Reaper, of course. He knew his own body when he saw it.
"Grell? Ugh, I warned you. My bocchan is still waiting for us, and now I'm going to be behind in my schedule," the other Grell said haughtily as he rose, brushing his sleeves mindlessly before freezing in shock.
"Sebas-chan..? Is that you? I think something has gone really, really wrong," Grell said, cringing slightly as Sebastian turned his death glare on him. It worked just as well with the Reaper's face as it did the demon's own.
"Grell. What did you do? Why am I apparently in your body?" Sebastian sounded calm. That was the scary part. It was the kind of calm that promised broken bones and bruised egos. Grell hadn't really appreciated how scary his voice could be before then.
"I didn't do anything, I just woke up like.. like this! You think I want this to happen? I can't live like this, it's so prim and proper, and there's no red! What will my William think of me if I go home like th-"
Speak of the devil and he shall appear. Or call, in this case. Grell's mini-rant was cut off by sound of an entirely obnoxious song suggesting a date at a gay bar.
"William! That's my Will calling, ooh, gimme, gimme!" the Reaper squealed, diving for his phone, now stored on Sebastian's person. The demon fell backwards as Grell leapt on him, rummaging in the pockets of his suit trousers.
"Will, darling! Oh, you won't believe what's happened, I-"
"Demon, scum! Why are you answering my employee's phone? That technology is for Shinigami only! Where is Sutcliff?" William demanded. Grell looked at the phone incredulously for a moment, wondering how his lover, of all people, could speak to him like that, before he realised. Not only did he look like Sebastian, he now sounded like the demon too. Of course, even William wouldn't expect them to have ended up in a predicament like that, so even with the all-too-familiar call of 'Will, darling,' Grell's stoic lover would just assume the demon had a few screws lose.
Before Grell could even blink, Sebastian had whipped the phone from the Reaper's hands and hung up, as if anticipating the oncoming emotional outburst.
"Just because he's your 'one true love,' doesn't mean he's going to realise it's you. He'll just think you're mental.. Or he'll think I'm mental. Either way, we need to limit our contact with people until we sort out this mess-"
"Sebastian, what's taking you so long?" The demon and Shinigami both looked up in horror as Ciel Phantomhive came down the stairs of the basement. "I was starting to think you'd eloped with that thing."
"My apologies, my Lord, we were-"
"Do be quiet, Mr. Sutcliff, I was talking to Sebastian, not you." Sebastian quickly realised his mistake, clamping his mouth shut and giving Grell a little 'encouraging' kick.
"Ahem, you'll have to forgive me, my Lord, I was just so taken by this Reaper's beauty, I couldn't help but stare," Grell stated, trying his best to keep a straight face. Sebastian could only glare at him, while the young earl looked thoroughly disgusted.
"What on earth has gotten into you two? While you were down here messing about with that Reaper, Scotland Yard managed to catch the culprit first! You've left a blemish on the Phantomhive name, idiot demon!"
"He'll be lucky if I don't leave a blemish on him." The trio turned to the entrance once again as William T. Spears arrived on the scene, looking sterner than ever. Grell's natural reaction to launch on his lover and boss was thankfully quelled when Sebastian placed a hand on his leg. William, however, was not impressed.
"Sutcliff, get your hands off that scum, you're coming straight back to the office, and we will be having some very serious words," the Reaper ordered, taking Sebastian by the hand. The demon's currently green eyes widened in horror while Grell tried to protest.
"Will, um, Mr. Spears, I don't think you should-"
"Come, Sebastian, we don't have time for this nonsense," Ciel demanded as William dragged Sebastian back to the Shinigami Realm. Grell gave a defeated sigh as he followed Ciel to the carriage. It was going to be a long day.
To be continued..