„Oh, Ronnie, watch out!", Grell whined as Ronald was nursing his bruised younger Shinigami closed his eyes and sighed.„It must be cleaned senpai, so it can heal properly," he said, continuing to fix his superior's cheek. „by the way, what happened?" Grell blinked at this question until he squealed and hugged himself tightly „Oh it was so wonderful romantic Ronnie, I met a hottie tonight, maybe the age of little Alan, but your cuteness," Ronald cocked a blond brow, „This boy, no wait, young man was simply stunning, you should have seen him; his slender boyish, almost feminine, body in that uniform, that light brown short hair, these amazingly golden eyes, which looked so absent, the porcelain skin seemed to glow in the darkness, only illuminated by the full moon!"Grell was babbling, cooing and bouncing around the office as if he hadn't been injured at all. But Ronald wasn't listening anymore „Of course," he thought „talking about a guy again."
He sighed once more and noticed Grell had finished the detailed description of his „new flame", so the next question was: „How do you get injured? Did he attack you?" Ron asked curiously. Grell stopped in his actions and frowned, all happiness and humor washed away, replaced by a murderous look. „A demon came and attacked us," he started, folding his arms and flicking his long red hair back, leaning against a nearby desk. „We hadn't even time to start the foreplay!", he began to whine for the second time. „Not again!", Ronald mumbled under his breath „Please focus senpai, can you just tell me everything in short? I have a party later this evening I'm not going to miss due to overtime you caused!" „Well if you ask me so. As if a little kid like you would understand the depth of love… So where were we? Ah! The demon aimed for us and little hottie tried to convince him just to stop, but this man was so brute to him, trying to kill him, that filthy-"
„It doesn't matter senpai", Ronald groaned, rubbing his palm against his forehead„Oh okay, little hottie dodged every attack and it seemed the demon grew tired of this cat and mouse game – even though it was amusing - , so he attacked me, he wasn't that strong but suddenly, out of nowhere, five other demons appeared, attacking me from all sides. By the time they had beaten me green and blue, they noticed little hottie got away. So they left me at the pavement, pursuing him and one shouted something about a soul… However, half an hour later, I think, little hottie came back for me. He was so good-looking, painted all red in that demon blood." Grells eyes gleamed as the image of the young man, tainted in blood of revenge, crossed his mind. „And then? What happened after?" Ronald was so impatient sometimes.
„Oh, not much, in fact, he apologized." „Wait, he did what?" „He told me he was sorry for what just had happened. He was so unsure at that moment, almost childlike." ,he mused and gazed out of the window, remembering the look of innocence in these large almond-shaped golden eyes. „After that I blacked out and woke up here again." ,the older male ended his story.
The whole office was quite now. It was practically unbelievable that Grell Sutcliff, the best and most bloodthirsty field officer, was brutally beaten up by well-organized demons and saved by an unknown boy. „What about the soul?", Eric asked, breaking the awkward silence. „What soul?", Grell asked confused. „Yes, Mr Sutcliff, what happened to the soul?", a stern voice demanded to know. Everybody turned around to look at the door, where William T. Spears stood with a severe expression.
„Oh, about that soul, he he he, you now, Will they attacked me and... the soul... wasn't there anymore, I think. I just woke up aand had no time to look into this matter yet," he tried to save himself but William silenced him with, holding his hand up. Grell gulped, a lump forming in his throat.
„It doesn't matter anymore, now that you saw the thief of the thief, snatching our souls away. Good job Sutcliff, now that somebody knows what he looks like, it'll be easy to catch him."
„But how are we going to catch this boy. We know practically nothing about him.", Alan said, closing the file he was reading, and looking up expectantly at William. „There is no need to worry, I arranged everything. This division will investigate, so it seems you will have to do some more overtime," Ronald groaned silently again, William shooting him a glare as he continued „and yes, Mr. knox, you heard right overtime! I expect all of you at 6 a.m. tomorrow, good night." with that William disappeared, leaving his four subordinates alone in the office.
„Does that mean, I am not allowed to go to that party tonight?", Ronald asked bluntly. „Of course, we need our sleep, if we are going to catch that thief Ronnie" , Eric replied with a wink, while Alan started to lecture them about not being serious enough with this case. But one thing knew everyone in this group; tomorrow would be a long, hard day.
„So you disguised yourself?", Undertaker asked giggling, almost spilling his hot tea. The girl sat in front of him at a coffin nodding quietly. „And why would you do that?" „I think you know why I did it,", she replied, sipping the hot tea „so why do you want an explanation?" „Because I want to know what your plan behind the masquerade was from your mouth, with your sweet little voice~" she closed her eyes, inhaling the Darjeeling aroma. „They have now somebody to chase after," she said, looking now directly at him „They will search for a boy, and I can do my work as I do it always, that's it".
Undertaker seemed satisfied with that and chuckled. That's what he thought. The girl set her cup down and strode over to Undertaker. He was pleasantly surprised when she sat on his lap, like little children would do, and rested her head on his chest, her arms folded, using them like a pillow. He wrapped is arms loosely around her.
„Was is that hard to kill these men?", he murmured in her ear „remember, thy were demons and tried to ruin your job. Worst of all, tried to capure you, my little flower" „I know, but... I didn't intent to kill them, suddenly they didn't move, and it was me who killed them. And that man in the alleyway. I couldn't save him, now he is dead, and I only felt sorry for that reaper..." she trailed off.
„Oh don't worry. The man should have died anyway, the demons would just unnecessarily distract us, an believe me, that flamboyant reaper will be fine." Her golden eyes closed again, when she drifted off to sleep. „good night..." she mumbled not expecting a reply.
„You have a long day tomorrow, my dear, sleep as long as you can", Undertaker whispered, patting her head „I know they will ask for you here. Everything had gone, just as I planned it, you will surely meet them, sooner or later..." he lifted her up in bridal style and carried her into her temporarily bedroom, leaving her at the bed, covering her with the blanked. he turned around, one last time and whispered: „Good night my little Erica-flower", closing the door he left her, making his preparations for tomorrow's new costumer.
A/N: So my new chapter. Like the last time I don't own Kuroshitsuji, only my OC. Have fun and review please :)
