Updates will be irregular, random and as always short- because I have better things to do then pander to the masses.

So, a reminder. This is a GrellxJoker fanfiction set during the Circus ark under the challenge of making it at least halfway cannon with the manga.

Chapters may be short, this author -does- bite, I'm not doing this for criticism or for reviews, I'm doing it just to prove a point- but hopefully you can look past my amateurish writing and enjoy the content nevertheless.

This will be, in the future, a mature fic with explicit yaoi. You have been warned. This was written for my 'Uke-chan' of a Joker cosplayer.

Oh, also. This story is un-beta'd. It is probably rife with spelling mistakes but my intention isn't to publish a model just to show things off. After all If I'm going to write this stuff then hopefully other people can at least read and appreciate it. SO. Reviewers. Who do you think will be the submissive of the relationship? Answers in a review please!


Proud exclamation cut into the man's seething irritation like the wind had developed sharp-as-blade edges to its eddying gusts. "See Will? I told you a lady like me could join the circus." Plump and rouge'd lips curling into a grin worthy even of that Phantomhive demon. Hands placed lightly where frame dipped ever so slightly at waist (the result of much corset abuse and a fortunately very pliable form – though the redhead had to wear a night corset when he slept to keep his body to the unnatural curve. After all, ladies had to accept a little pain for beauty- right? ) And a flutter of his lashes at the blatant disapproval that the 'Suit'-dubbed manager had to show for such an appearance. Firm press of lips and ease of the crow's-feet at the corner of the older man's eyes was the only sign of stress as glasses were shunted up to bridge of nose and arms folded lightly. No answer- it seemed to mollify the redhead, lips curving into a smile that was much more familiar and showed off those impressive shark teeth.

"Oh, so you guys know each other then?" A much more homely accent to the formal tone that William Spears deployed, or the utterly irritating and whining-wheedling tones that the newest recruit, sporting skeletal-prosthetic hand rested square upon shoulder, professed to owning regularly, loudly and at the most inopportune moments. "Well, regardless of your real names, Suit, I'd like you to meet Scarlet. She's a real dancer and does pretty good keeping balance on the giant balls. Not to mention she is amazing at hitting her target- she sliced an apple clear off Dolls' head. Right in two! I know you're rooming with Black at the moment so Scarlet, you'll be rooming with... ah! I guess it'll be little ol' me seeing as Smiles took up the last rooming slot. Don't worry, you'll get your own tent soon enough. At least, until we get another recruit- private tents are for first class performers you know!" Ginger haired ringmaster grinned in a sociable manner, prosthetic hand squeezing lightly at the redheads shoulder. A slant of those slate eyes in a side-along gaze had the effeminate man reduced to a sleuth of obnoxious bubbles and rambling about how his 'fiery haired hunk' was going to have to be gentle with him. Really, William found it all quite obnoxious but as long as it wasn't he who had to share a room with the nuisance and- Hang on.

"That thing is hardly a lady. In fact, he isn't. I'm sorry that he chose to deceive you with his words." Twitch. He had to deny the attempted curl of lips. Once Joker knew that this reaper wasn't the woman he'd obviously hoodwinked the ringmaster into thinking he was the chances that the redhead would be allowed to join the circus, let alone don the leotards that the ball and horseback balancing ladies wore would drop drastically. No, they wouldn't even exist anymore.

Foiled. Of course, somewhere up there a sadistic god (and he had to suspect Undertaker, if only the retiree did have the ability to meddle with fate- no doubt things would be a much rosier panted canvas of society if not warped and a little twisted) and this omnipotent being had decreed that such a low class society of hard-bitten and working humans were more accepting of openly displayed oddities then the secrets that the middle and upper class worked hard to keep. Hand which had been placed on the redheads shoulder moved, hooking lightly around nipped-in waist and smile grew broader accompanying. "If Scarlet wants to be called a woman then what am I to argue? Suit, you'd better get an early night. We've got another performance tomorrow you know and it will be your turn to prepare dinner along with Scarlet here." Pat of palm lightly against the ill fitting red coat beneath his hand before the male straightened, a wave offered almost in playful laziness as he turned to stride away.

"I hope-" The well groomed manager was cut off in mid sentence, rudely. Grell had obviously chosen to forgo the chain of command- a well timed flounce of hair and huff had the heel-toting transsexual flocking hot on the heels of his new fancy with a wink and signature 'devil horn' hand sign shot over shoulder before he chased his hardly unwilling though likely unaware beau into their shared tent.


Again, remember guys, reviews are uneccesary but valued nevertheless. This story is going to be JokerxGrell and will get explicit later on in the story. This is dedicated to ChaiBENTO from and AcidSplat from Anime League's Phantomhive Estate cosplay clan.