Ciel: I can't believe you actually made this... I'm not even in it, you disappoint me on so many levels.

Temp: Well I was lucky to have the time! You'll be in there... eventually. I hope everyone had a safe Independence day yesterday!

Alois: Doesn't this story take place in England?

Temp: Well yes...

Alois: Then get on with it already you stupid author!

Temp: Please enjoy!

Blue Eyes Shine Green

It was painful, it was bright, it must be morning already. Grell groaned as his hand fumbled around for wherever he had left his glasses the night before. He luckily caught the chain before they fell off the nightstand. It had been, by far his best investment ever. He sat up slowly as the world came into focus, two feet over the side of the bed and a small glance to the clock on his nightstand, 9AM. His eyes narrowed, why the hell was he up so early on a weekend! Was there something he was supposed to do today or... Undertaker, that's right he had to visit the Undertaker… for some…reason? For a cat maybe? Sebby liked cat's right? Maybe if he had a cat Sebastian would like him more. A wistful sign left his mouth as he trudged into the kitchen. Coffee…Coffee…Coffee! With triumph he found a bag in the back of the pantry. He'd have to go shopping soon, scribbling down the item on a growing list.

As the coffee was brewing he went back to his room to go and tame his ever growing hair, although the braid he kept it in while he slept looked nice before bed, in the morning it was better for everyone if he brushed it out. Hair brushed, clothes on, make-up done, coffee? Also done. A small smile graced his features as he let the dark brew seep down his throat.

The jar on the desk contained two white circles, Grell frowned in confusion and moved just a bit closer as to see what they were. He had come to the Undertakers Shoppe like he was asked but the creepy man wasn't anywhere to be found. It was still early, he was tired and wanted nothing more to return home. Inside the shoppe it was dark, making him even more prone to nodding off. The air was heavy and undoubtable filled with dust and all other sorts of things that Grell would prefer not to be going into his lungs. With a sigh, His hand reached for the jar, maybe he could figure out what they were before the Undertaker got back.

Just as his fingers were about to close on the jar, Blue eyes swiveled to his face and he jerked back in surprise, "What's the matter my dear?" Grell all but jumped out of his skin from the icy hand that rested on his shoulder. "What the hell are those doing on the table!" he snapped at the creepy man once he had recovered from the shock. "I do believe those are eyes my dear." The undertaker said with an eerie smile. In gliding motions the undertaker walked behind the table and picked up the jar. Grell suppressed his shudder as the blue orbs followed his every movement. "Why do you have those?" Grell asked again as the jar was placed carefully onto one of the overflowing shelves in the back with who knows what else.

"Well you see my dear, it's a little bit of a long story. You remember how I said I would get you something better than a cat yes?" Tentatively Grell nodded his head, not quite knowing where the crazy man was going with this. "As it turns out the circus that just pulled into town wasn't too happy about me trying to steal their lion." "You're joking right?" Undertaker just gave Grell a smile that seemed to both answer and not answer his question at the same time. "Why am I here again?" "Because you're desperate correct?" Grell gave him a puzzled look. "Desperate?" Undertaker began to move around the room as he spoke, grabbing things from the shelves and setting them down on a closed coffin. "I know very well that today is your day off, you wouldn't bother coming down to the human world on such a day unless there was something here you wanted, am I right?" When Grell didn't answer her continued. "I've noticed your visits to my shop have increased over the past few months, why is that?" Grell scuffed his shoe on the floor. "I just don't have anything better to do that's all." Undertaker smiled knowingly. "No, you just don't have anything better to do with someone." Grell growled under his breath, "What are you talking about! I do lots of things with other people!"

"During working hours yes, of course you do, but what of your days off? When you don't go to work? When no one is required to converse, who do you talk to then?" Grell really wasn't liking where these questions were going, he had come to the shoppe earlier on maybe a bit higher note than usual, but that note was now starting to fall flat. "What does this have to do with why I'm here?" "It's in regards to the lovely corpse you brought me the other day." "I just wanted you to bury him that's all." Grell huffed in aggravation. "Well yes, but you did go quite far out of your way to have me do so, did you perhaps feel sorry for him?" "It does no good to get attached to the people you collect souls from, you should know that as well as I do." Grell said playing with a stray strand of his hair. "But you did find his story moving, did you not? You felt enough sorry and pity for a corpse that you came all the way to me." "That doesn't mean anyt-… Wait, how do you know him?" "I don't my dear, never met him before in my life." Undertaker crackled. "Then how do you know! I collected his soul! There would be no cinematic record to it unless you went to the library, and I doubt you would bother yourself with something as effort some as that." Grell said dropping the strand of hair and getting to his feet. Undertaker moved to the shelf again where the eyes rested, selecting a small wooden box from the top shelf he cradled it in one long nailed hand. "You have not been around long enough to know this, but every so often. When a soul is under contract and we are the ones to collect it first, there can be some…complications." "The book said I collected it!" Undertaker smiled. "You did my dear, right into your pocket."

Undertaker opened the little box, and with one finger dangled the red gem ring that the previous day he had placed into his coat. Grell's eyes went wide, as he refused the urge to take off his glasses knowing that he wouldn't see any better. "His soul is in there then?" Grell said in a quieter voice, one that was not often heard. "It is my dear, would you like to see the rest?" Without waiting for an answer the undertaker whirled around, collecting both the ring and other jars from the table as he went. "Come along now my dear, step lively." Grell stumbled to follow the other shinigami through the dark shop until they at last came to a dimly lit room in the back. Pale white, bathed in a sun sinking orange was what first caught his eye. Next were the clothes that covered the white of the body. "I didn't know you could sew." Grell mused, admiring the stiches carefully placed where the clothes had been torn apart. "Stitching bodies, stitching clothes it's all the same to me." Undertaker laughed creepily. "Sorry I asked" Grell mumbled under his breath.

"A truly beautiful piece of work if I do say so myself, all of the bodies components were fixed with the use of some I had… laying around." Grell chose to ignore that last part. "I did happen to make one… minor addition that I feel would benefit us all in the long run." Undertaker said off to the side but Grell heard and whipped around. "You mean you're not going to bury him? He's a corpse!" Undertake just shook his head and tutted as if Grell was a child. "Not exactly my dear, he is completely dead, yes that is a fact. However, he doesn't need to stay that way. "Yes he does! Humans DIE they need to stay DEAD!" Undertaker just smiled and Grell caught a glimpse of his eyes from behind his long white strands of hair, they glimmered with joy. Grell suddenly felt as if he had been hit by a carriage. "Undertaker, what color is his eyes." "Well they were blue…" That was all Grell needed to know as he pushed past the Undertaker and with two fingers pulled back the boys eyelids.

Green.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH TROUBLE YOU'LL BE IN!?" Grell gripped his red locks in frustration. "Isn't it only natural that a victim of suicide become a Shinigami my dear?" "He didn't commit suicide though! He DIED of NATURAL causes. That's not suicide!"

"Would you not call picking a fight with the little earl an act of suicide?" Grell just shook his head in confusion, aggravation and frustration. It was too much. He should have stayed home today. "It doesn't work like that!" He finally was able to spit out growling in activation seeing that the Undertaker was completely ignoring him. His green eyes shifting to thee lifeless body on the table, or so he hoped it was lifeless. God knows how much explaining he would have to do if it wasn't. "My dear, please sit down and calm down for a moment." Reluctantly Grell sunk into a chair close by. "Now, I couldn't have allowed him to stay human could I? The department would have been upon you the moment you got home. If we tweak the story a little bit you can give him a brand new start. Grell's eyes went wide. "I know I talk a lot about wanting kids, but I don't…" "Hush my dear, the choice is completely up to you, take as much time as you like."

"All he needs is his soul back, but I'll leave that part up to you." The Undertaker spoke lowly, pushing the ring into Grell's fingers before quickly exiting the room with a slam of the door.

What was he going to do?

Temp: There! that wasn't too bad was it?

Alois: Undertaker is nuts, i want my eyes back!

Temp: Shhhh, you got new ones!

Ciel: That's really not the same...

Temp: Hush! Thank you for reading! please R&R :)