"H-Hannah. S-Stop the carriage." Alois panted heavily, clutching his stomach as the carriage slowly rumbled to a stop. The air around him was still. It was a deathly silence that seemed to encroach upon him even as he stood still. And there, off in the distance was the quiet hum of something he had heard before.
"D-Do you hear that?" He whispered, knowing that despite the distance Hannah could hear him clear as day. "Yes..." What once was a soft buzzing noise now had become a roar. Whatever it was it was moving, fast. "Something doesn't feel right." He mumbled to himself. His eyesight was wavering and his head hand begun to feel as if it was packed with lead. "Master, please stay here" fear gripped him as he heard Hannah step down from the drivers seat. He wanted to scream at her, order her to return to her seat and drive them the hell out of there but he had lost the voice to do so. Slumping to the side he moved himself slowly so he was laying on his back.
Dark spots danced in front of his eyes as his breath left his mouth in ghostly wisps. He clenched his hand around the small metal band between his fingers. There was a moment of silence. His muffled ears fully picked up the sound of arguing. The noise, the buzzing one was grating on his ears at this point. Loud and annoying it quickly drowned out the sound of the voices.A loud scream echoed. it was over quickly from what he could tell. Who knew though. His finger tips were cold and his head had already rolled to the side. He could taste the iron of blood on his lips and let out a soft sigh of relief as the carriage door opened. Hannah had taken care of the problem just as he knew she would. He was too weak to look up at the moment, his eyes having closed a while ago. But when he felt two hands under his body, lifting him outside he knew immediately it wasn't Hannah.
His eyes painfully opened and were swarmed by a mass of painfully bright red. He flinched and with a burst of new found energy he tried to get away. It only managed to jostle the wound in his chest. He bit back a groan. Why did he even have to pick a fight with that damned Phantomhive boy anyway. The first time he did he had gotten stabbed. He did it again and he also got stabbed, although this time the one who did it was no where to be found. He just didn't learn did he? Alois felt the red thing, person perhaps. Set him onto the ground, he stranded to hear what was going on around him as his eyes were far too heavy to open. The person, was mumbling to...himself? He was pretty sure it was a bloke. It wasn't until he heard his name, his actual name leave this man's lips did His heart grip in fear. Who was this man? Where was Hannah? His body quickly became to heavy for him to bear, and with nothing more than a cold breath leaving his lips he sunk into slumber.
Grell sat patiently in the grass, waiting for the boys life to run out. As soon as he saw the breathing die away his chainsaw was out and quickly plunged into the open wound. Normally he would have just done that from the start, but Will had specifically told him to let the people die at their own pace. It wasn't his fault he was impatient. He had enough work as it was and just wanted to get it over with. He duly gazed upon the pale face of the blond haired boy. His fingers reached forward and carefully gripped the reel of film that poured from his chest.
"Oh?" He mumbled to himself, "And what do we have here?" A smile spread over his lips as he saw that the little blond boy had picked a fight with the earl, and then lost. Imagine that. Another strand hung close by, almost the exact same scene as the first played out, but then things became dark and tainted toward the end. The only thing that He could make out of the grainy mess, was the gold eyes of a tall man flashing pink. Was he under contract as well then? Grell thought to himself seeing the events as they came. He reached for another strand, one from further back in the boys life and saw that he did in fact make a contract. But not with the Demon he had killed just a while earlier. His eyes swiveled to the mess of red behind the trees. This demon looked almost like Sebastian in a weird sort of way. Grell pursed his lips.
Sebastian was still cuter. But then again where was the contracted demon? The boys soul was still here out in the open, but yet no one had come to collect it. Another strand was grabbed. He was intrigued now, who exactly was this boy who called himself Alois Trancy?
The next strand was not as bright as the first. As if it wasn't remember in good lighting, or had been repressed for so long that the memory itself has become warped and ruined. He squinted his eyes to get a better look, it wasn't that often that they got a reel like this to look at. At first he couldn't make out much, an arm there, a leg, all bathed in a dark red light. An then... He quickly pulled away from the filmstrip. One part of him wanted to look again to make sure he was seeing things correctly, but another part of him was quite appalled. His green eyes once again drifted to the boy, this time with pity. It was no secret in the workplace he had a soft spot for certain children. From what he had seen through the blue eyes of the young boy, quickly gave him a new insight on the body before him. Sure, he had absolutely no problem with killing adults, in fact he outright enjoyed it sometimes, but children... They were mainly innocent and a good majority of them die from something outside of their control. When he was human he had always shared a soft spot for them.* Grell's eyes looked up at the fading sun and then back down to the book in his hand. "Well... It looks like you were the last one." It was best to get the job over and done with as soon as possible, he didn't know what happened to the boys demon yet and wouldn't want to be running into him anytime soon. Maybe another time but for now he was tired and just wanted to go home. Although... He didn't want to leave the body to the animals of the woods. He had time. Maybe a proper burrial at least? It wasn't that he cared or anything...
Grell stood out of place in the dreary streets. The bright red of his clothes would have caught many eyes if those who saw him didn't almost immediately forget, and while he did not mind the attention, he was holding a dead body. Maybe he should have just run on top of the roofs like he usually did instead of walking. It had been a nice evening however and he wasn't quite in a rush at the moment. Of course he could have made it so that he wouldn't have been seen by the mortals crawling the streets as the sun dipped below the skyline, but the boy in his arms would have still been visible and he figured that would attract more attention than his red clothes.
Shuffling the boy to one arm he used his free hand to carefully push open the wooden doors to the only shop he trusted with the dead. Besides himself of course. Inside it was dark and musty, some candles having already burned down to the very bottom of the wick. He duly noted the door behind him closing with a soft thump as he set the body gently down on a closed coffin he had seen before act as a table.
"Oi! Undertaker! Are you here?" Grell didn't have to wait very long for he let out a high pitched shriek as he felt a rough hand grab his shoulder. "And what can I do for you my dear?" Grell let out a low growl before daintily dusting off nonexistent dirt. "It's not nice to scare a lady like that!" He huffed staring to where the Undertakers eyes should be under the thick mass of white hair. "Hehehe yes, yes, quite sorry my dear. Now what can I be doing for you?" "I brought you some work." Grell said nodding to the coffin top and watching as the Undertaker quickly moved closer, his long robes sweeping the floor and scattering the minimal dust. "Ah... Yes, my dear you did a lovely job keeping everything in tact. I see you've been practicing." Grell shrugged. "It was a kid, I didn't have to mutilate him he was pretty well gone by the time I got there." He watched as the Undertaker poked and prided the small body with his long nails. "Such pretty eyes, it's a shame." A silence hung in the air. "Well, I best be off then." Grell said clasping his hands together and turning to the door. "Wait my dear, did you take anything off this boy?" Grell stopped and his fingers unknowingly sunk to where his pocket was. "Come on my dear." The Undertaker cooed stretching out his hand. Grell huffed and shoved his hand into his pocket.
"It was so nice too." He said dropping the ring with the shining red stone that he had fallen in love with into the older man's hand. "Tut tut my dear, you know better than to take from the deceased." "They don't have any use for it." The Undertaker just shook his head and turned back to the body, gently slipping the ring back onto the finger that still bore it's markings. "Where did you find this might I ask?" Grells emerald eyes drifted over the gold band. "He had it in his hand, wasn't wearing it though." The red haired reaper looked out the shaded window in the front of the store. Even with the thick film across the glass he could tell it most certainly was darker than before. "I'm sorry to leave so suddenly, but I really must be getting home." He yawned not realizing how tired he actually was until the mention of going home.
"Back to that empty apartment of yours, yes?" Grell huffed, "You don't have to rub it in." The Undertaker nodded thoughtfully. "My dear you know spending all that time alone isn't healthy." Grell shrugged his red coated shoulders. "I was considering taking a cat back with me or something, Sebby seems to like them." The Undertaker swept across the floor, turning him around forcefully and pushing him towards the door despite his protests. "Come back and see me tomorrow my dear, I guarantee I can give you something better than a cat." And with that Grell was shoved outside. He stumbled ungracefully as the door slammed shut behind him. The clicking of a lock resounding over the walls of the now empty street.
Temp: See! that wasn't so bad! and for all that were wondering it was recently confirmed in the manga that*all Shinigami are reincarnated humans that committed suicide in their past lives. I'm hoping to be able to incorporate this into the story a bit as it goes on, being that the shinigami do also remember their human lives as 'punishment'. Alois: ... Well i guess that it wasn't too bad... but you still suck. Temp: How rude! Ciel: Where the bloody hell was I!? Temp: You'll be along soon i promise! Go back to your butler until then! Alois: Speaking of which where the hell was Claude?! Temp: QUIET! thou shalt know soon enough! *Turns to lovely readers* Please R&R!