"Wiiiiiilliaaaaaam~!" The red head shinigami cried happily, holding the more serious, black haired reaper tightly. William scoffed,
"Grell, get off." He growled lowly, "You have duties to do, rather than annoy me." This made Grell let go, blinking.
"Annoy...you...?" He asked quietly. He took a small peice of the flaming red hair and messed with it. Will grew impatient.
"Yes, annoy me! I have work to do!" Grell looked at the other, hurt by his words. Will stomped off. "Sometimes I wish we had never met!" Was the last thing that echoed in Grell's mind before he shifted, feeling tears well in his eyes. William seemed to really feel this way...Grell sighed, knowing that this time would be real, and he would not be stopped.
A few hours later, William was in the library, organizing books. He had calmed down, feeling bad at what he had said to Grell. He was in the middle of thinking if he should apologize or not when the familiar grey-haired shinigami appeared. He seemed pissed, yet in a hurry.
"William T. Spears!" The Undertaker barked, not too happy. He seemed worried. William looked up at him.
"Yes?" He asked, bowing respectfully. Undertaker wasn't going to have that. He pulled William up, at least 15 centimeters above the ground,
"You go stop Grell, do you understand?! He is so upset that you told him you wish you'd never met him that he's going to kill himself with his own death scythe! You know damn well as much as I do that you don't want that to happen! You care about him! I don't know why you don't act like it!" He set the shocked William down, "And now it's coming to bite you in the ass." Will opened his mouth, then closed it, then opened it again,
"I-..." He blinked, then adjusted his glasses, running out of the library to go find Grell. He growled lowly. Damn it, the red reaper was more trouble then he was worth!...But...Still...The first time they had worked together...The other had saved his life...Will grew determined. And now he was going to save Grell's.
Grell stepped into the field, over looking the beautiful river that he would soon dye red with his own blood. He sighed and looked up at the sky, which was turning -you guessed it- a light red, the sunset quickly closing in. The revving of a chainsaw and some birds frantically getting out of the area, seeming to know nothing good was about to happen, was all that was heard. Grell closed his eyes, exhaling deeply. He pointed at the chainsaw and-
The scythe was picked out of his hands by a familiar pair of pruners. Grell opened his eyes, looking back to see William, huffing as he set the two death scythes down on the ground.
"Will..." Grell said quietly. William finally got a good look at the other. Grell was outfitted in a red dress, his hair put in a pretty pontail, a red poppy slipped behind his ear. The black haired one stood tall, and walked over to Grell, who blinked. "Why...Why did you stop me...?" He asked, confused.
The moment stopped, as sometimes they do, and it was like time stood still as thier lips locked, kissing softly.
"Because," Will said simply, "I love you."