A.N: this is a collaboration between Wolfgoddess132 and my self. Just a short little one shot. Enjoy.
Disclaimer! I disclaim. If I owned Kuroshitsuji, there would have been 30 seasons. And if I was gettin' paid to do this, I wouldn't be on fanfic
Silence!
Grell Sutcliff, Shinigami extraordinaire, was in his room laughing his head off. The reason? The video someone had just forwarded him, a tiny teacup Boston terrier gnawing on a hose twice as thick around as he was. The laughter was abruptly halted, however, by the imposing figure of Sebastian Michealis standing in his doorway, a dark look in his lovely crimson eyes.
"What, pray tell, is so bloody funny that you feel the need to wake the entire manor at 3 O'clock in the bloody morning?!" Sebastian snarled, fury clear in his voice and stance.
The only reason he didn't throw Grell out flat was the fact that they, dare he say it, needed his help on the recent string of strange murders taking place in London at that time. Ciel needed to solve this as quickly as possible, hence Grell's, extremely unwelcome, presence.
Grell wiggled in delight at being on the receiving end of such a stern look, in such a lovely shade of red, too!
All movement stopped at the sound of small feet padding down the hall towards Grell's temporary bedroom. Two seconds later their suspicions were confirmed as the whiny voice of the mansion's current owner rang out in the hallowed halls.
"Sebastian! I told you to silence that cretin! Why on earth are you simply standing around!?" Ciel scolded imperiously.
Grell giggled in the back ground, amused at the thought of the almighty demon being talked down to by a child. Sebastian glared behind him at the crimson god of death, the promise of pain in his gaze.
"My deepest apologies, bocchan, I was attempting to quiet this… creature when you appeared, sir." Sebastian spoke with quiet sincerity, honestly sorry for not being able to make Grell simply shut up.
"Creature?!" Grell cried in indignation. "I am a lady!"
"Sutcliff, you are no more a lady than I," Ciel responded in a holier than thou voice.
"See!" Grell crowed in a triumphant voice. "I am a lady!"
"Bocchan, please return to your chambers. Sutcliff, you and I need to have a word." Sebastian smiled pleasantly at his master and shot Grell a smirk.
With a sigh, Ciel stomped down the hall towards his bedroom. Sebastian turned toward the nervous Grell, malice on his mind. Grell visibly gulped and turned to run, but Sebastian grabbed his long red hair in one hand and pulled out a roll of duct tape with the other.
"I-I'll be quiet, I swear!" Grell whimpered
"I know you will, Grell," Sebastian smirked. "I know you will…"
The last sound that echoed that through the manor grounds in the dead of night, was that of duct tape being torn free of the roll.