Title: Dye:Die::Tint:Taint

Series: Kuroshitsuji

Length: Prologue, Three Chapters

Pairing: GrellXSebastian

Warnings: Lemon, violence, pain, blood, restraint, drug use, noncon (because there is no way there would be a seme Grell otherwise ;) )

Summary: for Destroy she said "I want to make you that beautiful wild rose color, and tear your body up to its deepest core." Grell is becoming smart since the murder of Madame Red, and now he will stop at nothing to have Sebastian.

A/n:

Special dedication to DESTROY SHE SAID, who requested this fic in an attempt to kick-start her art muse. This fic is ABSOLUTELY NOT SUITABLE FOR KIDDIES. Destroy she said made a specific request for something 'guro-esque', so there is a lot of violence. You have been warned. If you like what you see, or if you don't like it and want to see something else visit my profile and do like Destroy she Said to make a request!

Thanks again DESTROY! I hope this was what you were looking for, and that you enjoy it. I'm sorry it took me so long to post! You've been a champ and a darling.

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Prologue

Sebastian's eyes were dull with severity has he carefully poured Ciel's tea into a cup, though he knew the young master would not touch it. Since the murder of his Aunt, he'd eaten or drank very little. His skin was pale, and his eyes were even more sharp than usual. Sebastian sighed and placed the saucer near Ciel's elbow. Ciel's back was turned and he stared intently out of the window, his mouth set in a grim line.

"This afternoon's tea is---"

"Sebastian."

The butler blinked, surprised to hear Ciel's voice strong for the first time in the three days since the death of Madam Red. With a look of interest, he inclined his head in a slight bow.

"Yes, Young master?"

"You heard him say it, didn't you?"

Sebastian frowned. 'Him' had simply come to mean Madam Red's murderer, the Shinigami Grell Sutcliff. Unfortunately, Sebastian knew precisely what Ciel was referring to.

"Don't you want to know who killed your parents?" Sebastian repeated, recalling how shamelessly Grell had tried to trick Ciel into sparing his life. It made the bile churn in his stomach as he cast his eyes to the floor to hide his disgust. Sebastian had lived a long time, and knew the tendency of grieved humans. He was fairly certain he knew what his Master was about to do, and couldn't believe the young boy's show of weakness…even if he was only thirteen.

"If the opportunity ever arises, you will find out if he really knows." Ciel said darkly. Sebastian remained silent. As of yet, it wasn't technically an order. Sebastian was just keen on never letting the opportunity arise.

"That's an order."

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, glaring daggers into the plush carpet. And here he'd hoped he'd never have to interact with that Shinigami again, or put his master through the pain of it all.

"Yes, My lord."