When walking in London, do something rather odd. One night, go out alone and walk through the alleys. If you're lucky, you'll stumble upon a murder and you just might see a creature dressed from head to toe in red. He'll give you a smile, and the next time you'll see him will be in the final moments of your life. This man, as you'll soon come to realize, is a Shinigami.

Grell Sutcliff, to be more exact. If you happen to become a Shinigami after you die, you can take a poll at the Shinigami Dispatch on 'Who is the most annoying reaper?'. Chances are, Grell would win by a landslide. Of course, Grell will laugh and say something slightly romantic, like "Though love? Good, I like it rough."

Grell isn't afraid to tell you he loves you, and would love to conduct a vigorous exercise with you. Here's a piece of advice, If Grell says anything that can be taken as sexual, he meant for it to be that way. Of course, everyone snickers at him. They call him a fool, a harlot, a failure as a Shinigami.

But, does anyone really know?

If you asked everyone at the Dispatch, exactly how many of them would tell you that they slept with him?

Only Grell could tell you the honest truth. But does anyone listen? No.

Grell goes by many names. The Shinkou Shinigami, Red reaper, The reaper in red (Is that much different from the one stated before it?), Butler for death, Freak, transvestite, failure of a Shinigami, screw up, good for nothing..

Grell shook his head and tried to shoo away the bad thoughts. He sat on top of big Ben, the moon hung in the sky behind him, casting his shadow over London. He was reaping tonight, and having a fun time doing it. Grell took a glance at his To-Die list, and gracefully jumped from rooftop to rooftop until he came across the scene. He looked in the window of the home, brushing a few stray strands of crimson hair from his eyes, tucking it behind his ear.

It was the home of a young man and woman who had been recently married. The woman smiled bigly at her husband, obviously in love with him. Her husband however, was a drunk. He wasted their money on alcohol, and beat his wife whenever she even suggested him cutting back on consuming the liquor. Under the clothes, her body was draped in bruises from where he would corner her.

"Poor Girl." Grell rolled his eyes. "Let's just go ahead and do this so I can go home already." He took off a black glove and inspected his perfect red nails, checking for snags or chips in the paint. A scream from inside the home brought him back from his fashionable world as he watched the couple again.

The man grabbed her by the hair and threw her across the room. She hit the wall and arched her back in pain as the man advanced forward, slapping her harshly.

"You should really learn to shut up you know." He snarled to her as he put a foot on her stomach and pressed down. She let out a gasp of pain as he slowly began to put all of his weight on her stomach, a sadistic smile on his lips. He released her, and the woman gasped, grabbing her stomach. The man picked her up again and sighed, looking at her as if she were trash. He then tossed her across the room again. The woman tripped, her eyes widening as she fell with a sickening squish on the metal spikes around the small fireplace. Blood began to pool around her, and Grell decided it was time.

Grell yawned, he was awfully quite bored. He summoned his chainsaw and sliced open the woman, then collected her cinematic records and left the husband to his screaming. "Idiot." Grell rolled his eyes and began walking over the rooftops, stopping to look every so often when he saw something to his interest. Grell finally decided it was time to go back home and do some overdue paperwork when he felt two Shinigami nearby. Out of curiosity, the red head quietly snuck over to the alley where he felt the two reapers.

Grell sucked in a breath when he saw William and Ronald, or more importantly, Ronald pressing his lips against Williams. Grell's jaw clenched, and he turned away quickly, running back to the clock tower where he spent most of his free time.

Grell sat on top of the huge clock once more and scowled at London. His rage grew larger and larger as he spotted couples walking hand in hand down the street. It wasn't fair, everyone else had someone to live except for him. The beautiful lady in red had no one, and it quite frankly pissed Grell off. The scent of a demon reached Grell's nose and his scowl deepened. Destroying demons meant nothing to the the reapers. Grell smiled and gripped his chainsaw, ready to paint one of those things red. The reaper followed the demon, who sped off twords the phantomhive manor.

Grell smirked, for this wasn't his Sebastian. No, this was that ever so annoying faustus demon. Grell hid in the shadows as he watched The Spider Demon stand outside the mansion. Claude lit a match and prepared to set the manor on fire once again. Grell came out of the hiding place and didn't turn on his scythe until the blade was touching his back. Grell laughed as he shoved the scythe through the golden-eyed demon.

"Don't you know," Grell laughed. "You can't kill Ciel. Reason One: My sebas-chan will always protect him, sadly. Reason two: PhantomBrat isn't on the To-Die list yet. Reason Three: You're a horrible demon, and an awful butler. What makes you think you'd ever succeed?"

Claude raised a leg, and kicked Grell off. Grell grunted and took a step back, allowing an opening for the spider demon. The red head thrust forward with the scythe once more trying to land another blow when he felt the gloved fist of the demon connect with his face. Claude hit him again, knocking Grell off his feet. The demon smirked and grabbed him by the hair, making him look up at the demon as Claude put a foot on Grell's back and tugged his hair a bit. Claude used his nails to rake at Grell's sides, causing deep gashes and staining his white undershirt ted. Claude took his time clawing at the reapers chest, making sure to do it slow to enhance the pain. Grell set his jaw, refusing to show him weakness. Grell snarled angrily. He felt the demon grab his collar and waited for him to smash the reapers face into the dirt, but much to his surprise, nothing happened.

Grell looked up to see Claude cutting his eyes at Sebastian, a knife embedded into his shoulder. Claude ripped it out and smiled, throwing the piece of silverware back at the crow demon. Sebastian smiled and caught it with ease.

Sebastian cut his eyes at Grell, eyes turning pink before he smiled lightly. "Thank you Mister Grell for preventing Mister Claude from disturbing my master while he sleeps. However, you two are making enough noise yourself, if you're going to fight, please leave the premises immediately."

Grell growled. "I didn't do it for that brat, Claude's just a twat I can kill without consequence." He groaned when he felt a foot connect with his spine. "Ugh.."

Claude stood on the reaper and smirked. "A failure of a reaper, I wonder how many people would actually care if you perished. Any last words, scum?" Claude hit his head rather hard, and the reapers eyes glazed over with tears.

Grell's mind flashed back to the image of William and Ronald, and he flashed a broken smile at no one.

Grell said, "A deadly efficient Reaper to die for..." He sighed and added sadly, "But nobody to live for..."

Everything went black.

XxxxxX

Ciel looked at the scene through the window and cut his eye. He flung it open and yelled out before Claude foot connected with the red heads' head. "Sebastian, this is an order. Save the reaper."

Sebastian's eyes widened in utter shock, and he caught Claude by the ankle. "Sorry, but Bocchan has other plans for this reaper." With that, he threw Claude off and scooped up Grell bridal style. When he looked back at the other demon, he was gone.

Sebastian carried Grell into the manor, a look of disapproval plastered on his face. Sebastian knocked on the door to Ciel's bedroom, and entered when Ciel gave permission.

Ciel looked at the reaper and crossed his arms. "Take care of him, make sure he doesn't die."

Sebastian bowed. "Yes, my lord. But if I may ask, why did you order me to stop Claude. Didn't you once order me to kill him?" Sebastian peered at the boy.

Ciel rolled his eye. "Yes, but he has proven to be useful to me. He is a very effective pawn in the right places, and it'd be a shame to lose him in the middle of my game. Besides, you saw what he did to Faustus. Between you and him, we'll be rid of that demon before long." Ciel dismissed him and crawled back into the sheets.

Sebastian set his jaw and carried the reaper to his room. He never used it after all. He laid the reaper down and began to strip him of his clothing, which was coated in blood from his and Claude's short fight. The gashes were rather deep, and the area around was bruising rather quickly. Sebastian fetched water and came back to clean the injuries. The bleeding had already stopped due to Grell being an immortal creature, but he would still feel the pain. Sebastian found that Grell had a light concussion due to Claude hitting his head so hard. Sebastian thought over the reapers so-called last words as he moved away from the reaper, having done all he could for him.

"A deadly efficient Reaper to die for..But nobody to live for..."

Sebastian watched him sleep. 'Is he really that lonely? Yes, he is an annoyance, but I would have thought with all of his flirting he could have lured someone in.' He narrowed his eyes at the reaper and looked out the window. He would have to care for him, seeing as Ciel wanted him to continue being his pawn.

'This is going to be quite the annoyance..' He sighed mentally to himself.

A/N: Wooooo! Another fanfic! This one was suggested by

Deona Lindholm, a really nice person who is an excellent writer as well, check out their fanfics as well! Thanks for suggesting this, I really love the idea.