Sebas-chan!
Chapter two
Note to the readers: I had to change the story a little (well, maybe not just a little) in order to fit with my ideas. Even if Sebastian and Ciel know about Grell's real nature, Madam Red is still alive and she isn't aware that her nephew and Sebby know about her idiot butler. Just to keep gags alive, guys. Don't hate me. I love the story as it is, I just needed to do this to make some sense, plus, I'm really fascinated by Madam Red's character. Anyway, if you hate this, let me know.:)
Grell was hopping like a bunny, heading to Phantomhive Manor, humming a love song. He hated it when he didn't remember the lyrics of songs. He was carrying a medium size black box in his hand, and it gave out small whimpers every now and then. The red butler didn't care much about that. He had only one thing in mind.
He saw the huge gate shining in the sunlight and grinned.
He adjusted his glasses with his forefinger and jumped, smiling childishly as the wind caressed his scarlet locks and the sun reflected the bright red of his outfit.
His high heels touched the ground and he felt an electric discharge run down his spine, while his stomach started to sting from the inside.
Sebastian… he thought passionately, I love you.
I love you, and it's such a pure feeling it could be just red!
One day I'll tell him these exact words. And he will kiss me.
Yeah, and Will is gonna wear a teddy bear costume. Don't go that far, Grell… just try to please him for now.
It was hard not to fantasize too much. Sebas-chan was his dream come true.
Oh, wow, I'm being a poet! I should keep this too for later.
He smiled in content and quickened his step.
His heart racing in his chest, he finally got at Sebastian's door.
This should be the right time. Not so early that he could be helping that brat to get his ass down the bed and not so late that he could be cooking lunch.
He should be resting a little, or tidying his room.
He knocked lightly at the door and run his fingers through his hair, shifting from foot to foot, nervous.
The door opened.
-"Finny, I think I've already told you for the millionth time… huh? Grell?"
Don'screwthisdon'tscrewthisdon'tscrewthis…
-"Good morning, Sebas-ch…Sebastian. I dropped by to tell you something."
The demon butler sighed and crossed his arms. He was just baring the shinigami's presence, and the other one felt it. His heart broke a little.
-"Yes, Grell. What is it?"
-"Er… you see… I just wanted to apologize for yesterday. We started with the wrong foot, that is all, to me. Do you… understand me…?" He murmured, lifting hopeful green eyes. That time he was trying, and trying hard. That time no one could kick him out for being an annoying moron, and even if it hurt, it burned not to feel, someway, free to hug and kiss and romance the butler, Grell knew that being nice was the only thing he could do to show his affection.
For now.
All these things… all these…complications were for and just for his beloved Sebas-chan.
-"I think I could accept your apologies, Grell Sutcliffe. But I can't understand you."
Is he sorry? Is this hopeless, lonely weirdo… sorry?
The shinigami smiled shyly and continued:
-"I hope you will accept this too." He said, holding the box he was carrying in front of the black butler.
-"What's this?"
-"It's a present I got for you. Open it, you'll like it."
Sebastian carefully opened the little box and from the dark inside, amber eyes welcomed him with a soft 'mrow'.
A little soft paw tapped at the box, as if asking him help.
Sebastian took the tiny black cat in his gloved hands, looking directly in its beautiful eyes, stroking the shiny fur.
The cat meowed.
-"I knew you liked cats, so I got your personal one. Do you like it?"
Sebastian shook his head, trying to get away the mesmerizing feeling that cats gave him.
-"Yes, it's… really beautiful, Grell. Thank you."
The shinigami smiled happily.
-"I'm glad you like the kitty."
-"You know, I never thought you did care for me."
-"I don't blame you, Sebas-chan. I can be a bit of a nymphomaniac when I want to."
-"Hm. Ok, let's try to play nice, Grell Sutcliffe. We're both former butlers, we should be able to get along. And anyway… I really appreciated your gift. This kitten is adorable."
A happy grin lighted the shinigami's face. Sebastian even dared to think he were cute.
And now he will assault me. He will desperately fight for a kiss, I will get mad and hit him. Then he will crawl back to where he came from, sniffing and sobbing like a baby.
After all he's just an annoying little bastard, incapable of self-cont…
-"I have to go now, Sebastian. Lunch has to be prepared and so on, butler stuff, y'know. Bye-bye!"
And so he bounced away, leaving a surprised demon butler with the kitten in his hands and too many questions in his head.
-"Grell!- growled a sharp female voice- Where are you?"
The red butler startled, rushing to the other room. His mistress, Angelina Durless Burnett, a.k.a. Madam Red, half of Jack the Ripper, was sitting on her armchair, a cup of tea in her hand, and a disgusted look on her face.
-"Is something wrong with the tea, My Lady?"
She sighed. Why did everyone sighed when he was around? Was he really worth only of unhopeful sighs, every single time?
-"Grell… I know that you're not familiar with this type of job, but… since you're slaughtering women under the cover of a butler, you could make an effort and actually be a butler. I could make a better tea myself."
-"But-"
-"At least I won't mistake salt and sugar. Here, taste it. It's revolting. And the fragrance is so weak that it's like drinking hot water."
She handled him the cup and he stood still, his eyes wandering on the crimson carpet.
His lower lip trembled. He turned back and he began to walk quickly down the main corridor of the big, beautiful yet terribly red house.
Suddenly he was running, his heels tapping the floor sharply, and in his ears just that little tapping sound.
He didn't want to cry. He was being a sissy, but he felt his nerves break down when he got crushed by the umpteenth mistake he made.
Saying that he cared for his butler undercover would have been a lie, but did he really break everything he touched?
Was he that clumsy?
He dived in a random room, leaned on the wall and started to sob softly.
It felt incredibly wrong and wonderfully right at the same time. Anyway he couldn't stop.
He was so carried away by the strength of his broken weeping that when a graceful finger tapped on his shoulder he let out a gasp.
-"Grell… you idiotic shinigami."
-"I'm sorry, M'Lady. I will try my best next time. I real-"
He looked down at his hand and found that she just took it in hers.
-"I'm the one who's sorry, Grell. I don't like this. I just wanted a man and a child, a family. It's not like asking for the moon, huh? I'm afraid of you sometimes, Grell… knowing that you could pull your chainsaw out of nowhere and kill me gives me the chills. And yet I like this feeling. Maybe you should end my miserable life. I'm so useless. Like you."
-"Madam, I…"
-"But I love your butler outfit. You're cute with those huge glasses and the different hairstyle."
She was practically whispering in his ear, and he suddenly felt her warmth. She was close. Too close.
-"I like you, Grell…"
He mumbled something.
-"Hm? What did you say? I can't hear you…" she leaned in, batting her eyelashes and smiling seductively.
The red butler was paralyzed, caught between his mistress and the wall, eyes wide open, almost trembling with shock.
-"I… Madam Red… please don't…"
She pulled back, giggling.
-"You're acting like I'm about to rape you, Grell! Relax!"
Oh, God. I'm such an idiot.
-"Heh. Whew, My Lady, you're right… I'm so anxious. I don't know what came over me."
Angelina looked at him with a vague smirk.
-"Then tell me what's with you. As a lady from the London high society I have plenty of advice to give you. But first- and she grabbed Grell by the bowtie- kiss me, silly redhead."
The shinigami didn't care having soft red lips an inch from his. He pushed her back.
Madam Red yelped and glared at him.
-"What the hell? I thought we were more than mistress and butler!"
-"Correct. We're partners in crime."
-"Grell Sutcliffe… do I have to remind you that night? I brought you home, became your accomplice, and accepted to break Death rules, no matter what! But it wasn't enough for you, was it? You had to sleep with me! You told me you loved me, Grell. Are you throwing me away? You too?"
He took her hand and kissed it.
-"I'm sorry, My La- Madam. I meant that when I told you, but… lately… well, I… my heart is somewhere else."
She freed her hand from his grasp.
-"And may I dare to guess who is the one your heart belongs to?" He asked with a sigh.
He nodded shyly.
-"It's my nephew's butler, Sebastian, isn't it?"
-"Yes, My Lady. It's him."
