"So, m'dear, what brings you to this place?" The undertaker asked the red death god.
The normally flamboyant and cheery shinigami was now looking towards the floor in sorrow.
His boss was normally rude to him, but something that happened today brought him to the undertaker's shop. He was so hurt, physically, and mentally, by what his superior had done to him.
It was a long day, and Grell new he had done something terrible. He just craved it so bad- he needed it- and he had to confess about it.
"Sir?" he asked as he stepped foot in William's office. NEVER did he address his boss as anything other than his name. It was probably this feeling of inferiority he had deep down that caused him to squeak the word out.
His superior looked up, almost dropping the pen he was using to write his papers. He never heard the red reaper address him as respectfully as this. He raised his eyebrow, unsure of what was going on with him. He knew though that Grell was about to deliver a blow with this report he had to make.
"What is it, Sutcliff?" He questioned. On the surface, he seemed cool and collected. But underneath, however, he was very curious.
"I... I..." He began. William kept his intense stare on the reaper.
"I let... someone..." And that was it. He snapped. He fell on the cold floor and continued to cry and cry like a scared child.
"Sutcliff, you let someone what?" He asked.
"Someone violated me!" he cried.
Grell kicked and cried as the man behind him was using him. The others held him down, and the only reason he tried and fight it was... was because deep down, his sadistic self liked it. And he was ashamed, so that was more motivation to fight it...
As wrong as it felt, his current partner never touched, kissed, or even mentioned that he loved him. He didn't even see how such a thing could be a relationship.
He was brought back to reality though when he felt a warm liquid fill his insides. He didn't want this. He didn't know this man. He was dirty for not fighting it.
And he was ashamed.
And broken...
And alone...
That was it. He was alone! Will would NEVER comfort him, even after something like this. After being raped, his first thought was to avoid Will, because he would have so much disdain towards the red shinigami, even if it wasn't his fault.
So why was he fessing up? Well... partially because this secret was eating him up, especially after a long night with no sleep, and the other was because... if he had ONE chance, just ONE tiny chance of seeing concern in Will's blank eyes, it was worth it.
But that wasn't what he got.