Ah, sorry for my long delay. I haven't had any recent inspiration for my fanfiction lately, but now that it's getting colder and more Autumn-like, the mood is right for me to write. As so you, the readers, don't get confused from who's telling the story I'll make it Third Person POV when Grell tells the story. Oh and don't forget, when Grell tells the stroy this was when they were younger, so Grell has SHORT hair. ust don't want any confusion with that~ ^^
Alan and Eric huddle slightly closer together as they listen to Grell begin his story of how William and him came to be gave a litle smirk at the two and glancd at William before clearing his throat and beginning his story.
Grell tossed and turned in his sleep before finally giving into the sunlight streaming through the window and waking up. Sluggishly he sat up, his white nightshirt askew, and squinted over at the window. No doubt William had opened the curtains so Grell wouldn't oversleep again. Still wrapped in his blanket, red of course, Grell went over to the window and sat in the window sill, leaning his head against the glass as he watched the busy streets of London below. He sighed, smiling, he had always loved Autumn the best. So much colors, and the cold weather making the couples of London snuggle closer to each other for warmth. It just. made everything seem... Warmer.
He sighed again brushing back a few stray hairs from his messy mop of red hair and stood up. As he walked to the small kitchen that was in the room he and William shared he dropped the blanket back on his bed. He rolled his eyes at unbelievably small kitchen they had. The Dispatch Association was running low on space so even though Shinigamis had earned their new glasses, like William and Grell, they didn't have enough space to move out into their own personal dorms and instead had to stay paired up in a room with each other. Not that Grell minded sharing a room with William. He just wished the rooms were bigger.
He stopped and stared at the bowl of oatmeal sitting on the counter, obviously made by William so Grell wouldn't end up cooking up a mess. Literally. Slowly, the red-head picked up the oatmeal and sniffed it. It was plain, no flavor in it, and cold. He grimaced at it as if it had just sprouted two heads and were saying rude things. He held the bowl out gingerly, at an arms distance, and walked back over to the window. Using his free hand he opened the window, shivering as a gust of cold air rolled in. Quickly, he dumped the oatmeal out of the bowl and onto the streets below. He peeked out the window and snickered as he saw a man yelling up at him. Something about him "ruining his merchandise". Grell rolled his eyes and closed the window, and walked back into the kitchen, where he disposed of the bowl in the sink.
He leaned against the counter, drumming his finely manicured nails on the top of it. He straightened up when he got an idea for breakfast.
After rummaging around the kitchen for a while he found the ingredients he needed. That is, the ingredients he needed for pumpkin pancakes. "Pumpkin pancakes~ A perfect treat for Hallow's Eve!" He said gleefully to himself as he started preparing the ingredients.
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While the pancakes were cooking, Grell decided to make his own costume for Hallow's Eve.
A witch would be nice...or maybe a vampire... Oh! How about a murderer~? He giggled at the thought. Though, with his personality people might actually think he was a murderer and he would need longer hair for a witch... A vampire? Though he thought the idea great, pretending to have an "obsession" with blood could actually bring out his own bloodthirsty-ness. He sighed and flopped backwards onto his bed, his night shirt riding up a little.
After some tossing and turning, and the smell of pumpkin pancakes, he got up again and returned to the kitchen. He licked his lips in hunger as he slid the piping hot pancakes onto a plate. Oh how his fingers twitched and his stomach growled. He longed to wolf down those pancakes now, but he didn't want to risk burning his mouth.
He might need it later...
Shaking his head he went back to his bed to think about costume ideas. He went into William's closet to see if he could find anything, all the while thinking about wolfing down those pancakes.
Ugh... Everything in his closet is so... Gray... The red-head grimaced in distaste. Suddenly an idea popped into his head and he froze in place.
Wolfing...Gray... Wolfing gray? No... Gray wolf! Grell hopped up knocking down a few of William's suits. "William can be a wolf!" He called out cheerily, grinning. "Now... what goes with a wolf? ...and is red?"
And that's when it hit him.
He, Grell Sutcliff, was going to be "Little Red Riding Hood"
AU: So? How was it? I thought I'd add a little Halloween mischief to this chapter to make up for my long delay. Also, PM if you want the recipe for those Pumpkin Pancakes~ ^^
Anyways, HAPPY HALLOWEEN~! ^_^