"Finally," Will said with a sigh of relief; he had finished the paperwork that he intended to complete the day before. Closing his eyes, he leaned back in his chair and waited for a certain blood-red reaper to enter uninvited and bother him, as he did every day. He waited for Grell to rush in with a new story about how he had seen "Bassie" and how wonderful he is.

Sebastian Michaelis. William felt a burning hatred for the demon rush through his body at the mere thought of the name given to the demon by that wretched earl Phantomhive. He made no secret of the fact he had a strong distaste for demons; even less of the fact he hated Michaelis. Being a demon was reason enough for Will to hate that vile creature, they were the enemy, but the way Grell obsessed over him like he was the most incredible person he had ever met annoyed him to no end.

The word "jealousy" ran through Will's mind for a split second when he thought about how he felt towards Grell's "love" for Sebastian. He quickly brushed the thought away. It wasn't as if he wanted Grell to call him darling and talk about him to anyone willing to listen, as he did with that demon, but the attention once given to him being doubled, tripled, and given to the enemy, a disgusting demon, was enough to make Will so enraged he would begin to think of as many slow, painful, and cruel ways to end the useless life of Sebastian as possible. If the demon dies, Will thought to himself, Grell will stop going on and on about that worthless existence...

Will sighed. He had no real reason to kill the demon, as he had not done anything to get in the way of the Grim Reaper Dispatch Society's work, and murder wasn't exactly number one on his list of hobbies. The annoyance Grell caused him was, well, caused by Grell. But somehow, Will could not find it within himself to hold any grudge against Grell. "It's not his fault he feels that way about a demon," Will would tell himself this in an attempt to calm the rage building inside of him at the thought of the demon, "but I do wish he would get over this ridiculous crush already."

Outside the office of William T. Spears, stood Grell. He had pushed the sadness that had erupted the night before away and was ready to act as his usual self. He would run in, attempt to chat with Will, he would be told to leave, and he would. And then he would wonder why Will pushed him away, refusing to return his affection.

Grell pushed open the door, and at the sight of Will sitting at his desk looking as bored as ever, desperately thought of something to say that would get a reaction from him. Anything. Even if the reaction was a simple "get out," or something blunt like that, Grell wanted one. He craved Will's attention as if he were only a small child that had been ignored by its mother for too long.

As he opened his mouth to speak, Will stood up and walked to the ground in front of Grell.

"Don't say anything, please. I don't want to hear about "Bassie", I am not interested. Until you stop playing around with the idea of loving a demon, I do not wish to speak with the annoyance that you have become since meeting that vermin."

Grell froze, temporarily shocked by the cruel words that Will had spoken. However, he quickly thought of a typical "Grell" reply.

"Oh Will, how cold your words are!" He cried dramatically. He smirked. "Do I sense jealously in them, hmm?" Will's eyes widened in shock; he knew there was some truth in what Grell spoke, though he would not admit to it easily.

"Don't be ridiculous," was all he could say.

"Ridiculous, eh? Of course. You feeling any emotion certainly is a ridiculous thought." Grell smirked again and waited for Will's reply.

Will thought that he must have shown some emotion then, as the smirk on Grell's face left and was replaced with a look of concern, and slight guilt. "I-I am sorry, I didn't mean for that to sound so... Uhh..." Will wanted to tell him it was fine. He didn't want to be angry at Grell for the comment, but what else could he do?

"You are indeed correct, it is ridiculous. Now as I was saying, unless you have an interesting topic of conversation, then please remove yourself from my presence. And bear in mind; I do not find you and your shenanigans interesting. Good day."

William T. Spears was not a particularly violent man, but at that one moment in time he wanted nothing more than to slap himself in the face repeatedly. Why did I say all that? What will Grell think, I told him I am emotionless, he will never lo- no, I don't want that. Do NOT think of that word. Just think about paperwork, distract yourself, don't think about-

"Will!" Grell was standing directly in front of Will, looking rather worried. "Did you hear a word of what I just said? You looked like you were in another world! You look like you're in pain, what on earth is going on in that head of yours?"

Will smiled slightly, only enough for himself to notice. If only he knew how often he appeared in my thoughts.

"Excuse me, I have paperwork to complete," was all he said.

Will returned to his desk, leaving a confused looking Grell standing alone in the middle of his office. He eventually left the room, giving Will one last worried glance, leaving the man alone with his work and his thoughts.

After a moment of consideration, Will decided he would think about his "emotions" some time.

And maybe, he would consider sharing these emotions with someone.

A red-haired someone.