A/N: Yay! My second chapter! :) This hasn't gotten a lot of reviews…
I guess it's because one, not a lot of people like to read stories with OCs and two, I doubt a lot of people have yet to read chapter 63. Oh well. In this chapter, we will finally know what has happened to our favorite demon, favorite reapers, and favorite psycho ex-reaper. And for the real thing, I can't wait to know what happens!
No song this time. Sorry.
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji! And Happy Thanksgiving!
Grell blinked his eyes open to keep away the incoming bright light. He used his free hand as a sun visor and saw the bright light was just the morning sun calling out to him. He looked for the red blur of his walls…
Yet all he saw was white. And he felt incredible pain forming all over his body.
'What is going on? Where am I?'
"Ah, I see you are awake, Sutcliff-senpai,"
He looked to his left to see a spot of yellow and black surrounded by white. From what he could guess – and from his voice – the blur was none other than Ronald Knox. He reached to his side to feel his glasses but he felt nothing. He looked for the blur of red but he only saw a silver gleam. He got closer and saw they were trainee glasses.
He decided to pick them up and put them on. They were the same vision he had with his red ones. Grell looked back to his kohai*. Ronald was all beat up. Bruises covered his arms and gauze covered his bloody spots. Grell also saw Ronald's legs were in casts, held up by pulleys on the ceiling. Ronald noticed Grell examining him.
"Broke both my legs saving your ass! You better thank me! So technically you owe me a lot, huh?" He put his hands under his chin as a small yellow star appeared next to him.
"Right...," Grell sighed. Grell looked down at himself and was horrified. His favorite color was the most disgusting he had ever seen. At least when it was covered on him. His blood covered his hands and big blotches of blood were on his legs. Red did not suit him at the moment. His left arm was in a cast, too. He looked to his right, a wall with a mirror and looked in it. The top of his head was wrapped in gauze, colored with blood.
"So you're awake too, Mr. Grell,"
From the mirror he saw Sebastian standing at the door. They turned around to see the demon butler buttoning up his shirt. Bandages covered his chest and arms.
"Bassy!" Grell turned around. "How rude of you to change in front of a lady! How sexy though too...," Grell smirked.
Sebastian sighed. "Grell please stop revolting me to the core,"
"So, you're alive," Grell started.
"Yes," He chuckled. "And so are you,"
"Well I know that!" Grell huffed. Then laughter filled the room.
Grell turned back to the doorway to see Alan, Eric, and Undertaker. Undertaker was in a wheelchair and there was a young girl with long blonde hair laughing behind him, too. "Miss Blois," Sebastian said. She opened her eyes to reveal inhuman eyes.
Eyes of a reaper.
But they were as clear as fog. Those reaper eyes seemed to be glaring right at you. Almost like she hated every inch of you and your soul. Like she would...kill you right then and there. As if she was a demon in disguise.
Her glasses were black with green color on the inside that almost looked like glass. The edges were black and had three flowers. The first and last ones were silver and the middle one was green. She had a black hat on and a black jacket, under a green Oxford shirt which was visible. She also wore a green plaid skirt with black leggings and black ankle boots. Basically, a green and black outfit. Even the tips of her bangs were highlighted black and the tips of her hair were green.
"Yes...?" She cocked her head.
"Why did you bring Undertaker here?" Sebastian asked. The girl just shrugged.
"Ah, Grell, I don't believe you have met Miss Blois," Sebastian gestured to the girl.
"Cordelia Blois at your service," She winked.
"You too...," Grell thought how pretty she was compared to him. She had flawless features and smooth looking skin. Her choice of clothing wasn't the greatest, though. But if she had a dress on, Grell was for sure even Sebastian would bow at her feet.
"There you all are," A voice said.
"Crap!" Alan, Eric and Cordelia spoke. "It's William!"
'William?' Grell thought.
"Get back to work," The man glared.
The three of them ran out.
"Demon," He turned his head toward Sebastian.
"Yes?"
"Would you do some sort of good and take Undertaker home?" The stoic face man asked.
"Of course. Well, for Undertaker's sake," Sebastian smiled. William just scoffed.
Sebastian took Undertaker out of the room as William walked in. The two quickly glanced at each other, hatred burning in their eyes.
'He's so handsome,' Grell smirked to himself.
The man walked up to Grell's bed.
"Sutcliff," He sighed. "You better be thankful that I took your name and that demon's off of my To-Die list," The man's stoic expression never changed.
"W-Who are you?" He asked.
"Huh?" Ronald and William asked.
"I don't know you," Grell had no idea why but this man slightly gave him some sort of nostalgic feeling.
"I am William T. Spears," William said, thinking it was a joke.
"William? That's kind of like William Shakespeare, huh?" he laughed.
"Okay, Sutcliff. You're joke is very funny but that's enough,"
"What joke? I really don't know who you are! And how do you know my last name?" Grell yelled.
"Sutcliff, I,"
"Spears-senpai, look,"
William turned around and Ronald gave him a piece of paper. William's face turned to a face of shock as he read this line:
'May have some memory loss.'
Grell had completely forgot his lifelong friend, William T. Spears.
Poke.
Poke.
Poke.
"U...Nn...Sebastian?" Ciel mumbled. He peaked an eye open to see a large shadow.
"Well, yer finally awake!" The shadow stood up. Ciel sat up and saw who the shadow was. Alice.
"Where are we?" He asked. He put his hands on the ground to feel the...grainy wood?
He looked down to see it wasn't wood he sleeping on. He was sleeping on sand.
"W-We're home?" Ciel said delightfully.
"Well, kind of," Alice scratched her head.
"Kind of?" Ciel asked.
"America!" Snowball shouted from her shoulder.
"What?" Ciel asked.
"America!" He said again.
"Why does he keep saying "America"?" Ciel glared to hide that fact that he was actually scared they were in...
"Well, you see, I guess I do need my glasses...," She blushed.
"...Why?"
"Because we're in America,"
'What?' Ciel thought.
A/N: *Kohai is the opposite of "senpai". It's an honorific used for lower classmen and new people in a work place. Well, like I said, Happy Thanksgiving!
UPDATE: I decided to make Grell forget William instead I'm so sorry. You must be extremely pissed, I know. (I originally made Grell forget Sebby.) It's just, by the way I planned it out, Sebastian would be soooooooo OOC!
Please R&R! Judgment is always welcome!