Alois the Shinigami
Chapter three- Memories and Glasses
Authors note:
Me-you guys know the drill by now, I own nothing!
Ciel- and? *crosses hands and taps foot*
Me-*sighs* the ratings haven't changed. Happy?
Claude- so… where exactly am I again?
Me-You're-
Ciel- Dead! Cause no one likes you! *evil laugh*
Me-Yea…Anyway, Enjoy!
HE couldn't SEE! Every shape around him was a mess of colors invading each other's boundaries and his body throbbed with every harsh cough he made. He was practically blind but was aware of the red thing that caught him as he fell from the edge of…whatever he had been laying on. His eyes searched around for an escape frantically and the blurry mess ended up giving him a headache. Two voices sounded both creepy in their own way he looked up to the softer voiced person who caught him and two blurry Green eyes met his own...
Alois pulled himself as far as he could from the grip of the red blur and crashed back into the table behind him. He panicked and in his frightened state got up and began to topple jars and books from shelves and bookcases in his attempt to find a door. He faintly acknowledged the two voices behind him. One was higher pitched and was yelling loudly the other was just plain scary and was laughing. Alois tripped over another table and went flying forward the world spinning around in his unfocused eyes. He landed harshly on the ground and tears pricked at his eyes. Where was Claude? Shouldn't he be saving him from these crazy's? Maybe they did something to him. Maybe they hurt him. Or worse, killed him. What would he do without Claude? Alois pulled himself off the floor with the use of the blurred table he had fallen into and knocked over two colored blobs in the process, the unmistakable sound of shattering glass brought complete silence to the two bickering on the other side of the room. Alois whipped his head around to the direction of the recently quieted voices. He could see the red blob but the gray one with the creepy laugh was gone. Alois had no time to register the pain on the back of his head before his world went black and he fell forward once again.
"Why the bloody hell did you hit him with a Shovel!" Grell yelled going over to the boy and turning him over so his face was to the ceiling.
"He was messin' up me shop, can't have that no we can't." Undertaker giggled swinging the shovel around that had had connected with the reborn boys pale blond head.
"You can't just go hitting people over the head with gardening tools! It's quite rude." Grell huffed with his hands on his hips.
"anyway my young lady you best be going home now, its scheduled to snow later on yes it is wouldn't want such a pretty young lady to get stuck in the snow now would we?" the Undertaker said scooping the unconscious boy off the floor and pushing his surprisingly light body into Grell's hands before bushing them cheerfully out the door before Grell could even protest.
"But?-"
"No buts my young lady please come back when you want a fitting for one of me coffins. Have a nice night now." The Undertaker gave one last little laugh before slamming the door shut.
Grell stared at the door for a few minutes until the frost of the oncoming snow got to him and he suppressed a slight shiver. He looked down at the now warm body he held in his hand.
"I guess I'm stuck with you now Hu? Maybe it won't be so bad…" Grell gave a small smile and readjusted the body in his arms before fading into the Reaper realm.
Page Break!
Grell was able to get to his apartment fairly quickly and with most of the other reapers already done with work and with the oncoming snow there was maybe two beside himself out wandering the streets. Grell came to his red painted door (the only red one in the entire complex) and maneuvered his skeleton styled key to his hand from his jacket pocket. He unlocked the door and kicked it open with his foot, stepping inside to the feel of home. He kicked the door shut and carefully dropped the boy down on the red sofa thinking to move him to the guest room when he woke. Grell padded softly to his room over red carpet and to his black dresser. The kid would need glasses now just like the rest of them he was now terribly near sighted. Grell dug around in the dresser drawer knowing he hadn't thrown out the glasses; they had been his when he was about Alois's age and were no longer used since he outgrew them and substituted them for his current pair. (Yes I know they probably all have diff prescriptions but work with me here) Grell smiled in triumph when from the mess of red material he pulled the simple black pair from their hiding place. He slid them into his pocket planning on putting them on the boy when he was awake so he wouldn't roll on them in his unconscious sleep.
A good half an hour later….
Just a dream… he was with Claude he was in his bed, he could see just fine and there was no red blob and a mad man with a creepy laugh. Just a dream…
"You're awake…" it wasn't a question it was a statement, it was that same voice that matched the red blob.
It wasn't a dream,
He wasn't alone,
Where was Claude?
Alois jerked away from the touch on his forward and opened his mouth to yell for his butler but a smooth hand clamped over his mouth first.
"Don't yell, you don't want to do that, you're safe now calm down." Alois heard the voice say and the moment his body lost the tension and relaxed the hand moved away. Alois opened his eyes to the million shades of red that decorated the room. He froze when he felt something cold slide over his eyes so he closed them until the hands pushing whatever it was on were gone. He opened his eyes and for the first time could see clear as crystal, maybe even better them before. He couldn't stop the small gasp that left his mouth as he saw the room in such detail that put his eyesight before he woke up to shame. What the hell had happened?
"W-where's C-Claude …" He whispered not wanting to look his captor in the eye hoping to put it off for as long as possible.
"You don't remember do you?" The voice behind him said softly and he tensed as he heard the person getting up. The person walked in front of him and knelled down so they were eye level. He stared in wonder into the green ringed eyes having never seen something like that before in his life. He almost didn't look at the sharp pointed shark teeth when he spoke, almost. He stifled a little yell as the obviously not human red dressed creature began to talk again.
"Think hard Alois… think real hard and we can go from there." The person said seriously looking into his eyes as if looking into his soul, but for all he knew the person very well might be.
"How do you know my name?" Alois said collecting himself and fixing the creature with a wary glare.
"If you remember, I'll tell you." The thing said smiling softly with its pointed teeth glowing in the dim lighting.
The almost silent sound of snow falling was the only thing now that filled the silence between the flaming red head and the pale blonde.
Alois gathered himself and tried to recall the previous events before he woke up on that hard wooden table with the two of them leaning over him. He had just closed his eyes for a moment to collect his thoughts before his mind was jerked and torn off as memory's came rushing back to him playing over and over again from behind his eyes.
Briars and brambles that caught his clothes and slashed at his bare legs.
Hoping to prolong his life just a little bit longer.
Knowing that if he stopped he was dead, knowing if he ran he was dead anyway but at least he had more time.
Time… he was running from someone but who?
Claude was digging his claw tipped hands into his chest and pulling from it his bloody heart.
Claude had killed him…
Authors note:
Me-Woo! Third chapter look at me go!
Ceil-big deal you just got too much spare time on your hands. *waves off*
Me- you wound me so! Why must you be so cruel! *cries in corner*
Ceil- I don't know if it's a blessing or not that I haven't been pulled into this yet. *shakes his head sadly at Author*
Alois- I CAN SEE AGAIN!
Me- Please review! *Two thumbs up*
