Author's Note: I'm not trying to rush anything-which I always end up doing-but I do want to say that there will be a surprise, probably next chapter that involves Grell and Mey-Rin again. What could it be~? I don't know cuz I think as I write! XD Enjoy chapter 3~

Grell paced around the manor; back and forth, back and forth. He was lost in thought. What could he do to make his Bassy like him again? He dislikes being hated, especially by such a handsome man. Well, standing here pacing wasn't doing him any good, so he decided to go and search for his beloved Romeo.

First, Grell checked the main hall and shouted, "Bassy~" but no one was there.

Then he checked the kitchen and again chimed in with a, "Bassy~" but again no one was there.

Grell then decided to check Ciel's study. He cheered, "Bassy~" but no one was there; not even Ciel! This probably meant that no one was in the manor.

Grell exited the front doors of the manor and pouted. "This mansion is so boring without Bassy around!"

Then a familiar voice echoed throughout the manor's yard. "Grell Sutcliff!"

Grell jumped and his eyes went wide. He knew that voice! There was no doubt in his mind! But why was this person here? And how did this person know that Grell would be here? He looked over to see the person slowly approaching him.

This person was a tall man with dark hair and green and yellow eyes; the eyes of a grim reaper. He lifted his death scythe-which almost looked like a pair of hedge clippers-and pushed up his thick silver framed glasses.

Grell waved. "Hi Will~ Oh I must look an awful mess right now! While I'm in this disguise I don't usually wear any make-up so-" Grell was cut off by Will's death scythe extending; the blades just centimeters away from his neck.

"Wh-what's wrong, Will?"

"You left without informing anyone. And on top of that, you left just days after you received your punishment. Not only that, but you also stole back your death scythe just before leaving. What do you have to say about all this?"

"Oh come on, Will~ Must I serve the entire punishment? Being locked up is so dull."

The blades on Will's death scythe got closer to Grell's neck. He flinched. "Hey, knock it off, Will! Quit messing around!"

Will looked emotionless at Grell. No smile, no frown, no lowered eyes, no higher eyes, nothing. But that's just how Will's always been. "You better stop messing around. How can you even call yourself a grim reaper if all you do is fool around and break the laws all the time?"

"Why are you so serious all of the time? How can you call yourself a grim reaper if all you do is follow the laws all of time and have no time for fun at all?"

"How can I?" Will's blades clamped down tighter on Grell's neck; this time tight enough to draw blood. "I call that being an excellent grim reaper."

Grell touched a line of blood dripping from his neck with his hand then brought his hand near his face to see the blood. He grabbed at Will's death scythe. "Will get this off! It's too close to my neck; I'm bleeding!"

"Well, that is the idea," Will pushed down again drawing more blood from Grell's neck.

Grell began to cough. "W-Will, I'm not kidding anymore!" Blood began to trickle from the corner of Grell's mouth. It was at that moment that Will retracted his death scythe. Grell collapsed onto the ground. He moved his gaze towards Will.

"And of course adhering to the laws entitles me not to kill a partner; or any grim reaper and/or person not on the 'to die' list," said Will, pushing up his glasses. "Now, it's time to go back," he grabbed Grell's ponytail and began to drag him off of the Phantomhive's estate. Of course Grell wanted to fight back and stay, but Will's attack on him shook him up too much to even move on his own free will.

Will stopped moving, confusing Grell. Will stopped because just as he was about to leave the estate, the Phantomhive carriage pulled up with Sebastian at the reigns.

"Can I help you?" he asked with his usual smile.

Will lifted up Grell; still gripping hard at his ponytail. "I just came to retrieve this."

Grell opened his eyes. His eyebrows creased up as he looked at Sebastian in his pitiful state. "Help... me..." he mumbled out.

He wasn't sure why he was calling out for Sebastian. He loved William. He loved him with every fiber of his being! Maybe he was just afraid after what William had just done to him. That had to be it. He couldn't possibly hate Will, ever!

Sebastian smiled. "I don't think so."

Both Will and Sebastian became surprised.

Sebastian pointed at the manor, so Will turned around. "Do you see all of that blood? That's an awful mess that you made, so I'm not letting you leave until you clean it up."

That was Sebastian for you. Everything in his master's manor had to be tip-top! If even one little thing was out of line; Sebastian would see to it that it was fixed. But that's because Sebastian is simply one hell of a butler!

"I do not nor will I ever take orders from a demon scum like you!" Will spat out.

"Is that so? Then leave Grell here to clean the mess. It is his blood after all, is it not?"

Will dropped Grell on the ground and began to leave. He stopped when he reached Sebastian. "I will be coming back for him. He has to finish serving his punishment. I'm sure that you understand."

"By all means," Sebastian smiled. Will walked down the road and left the manor; for now.

Grell looked up at Sebastian-who jumped from the carriage-with creased up brows again. His face bloodied. He clenched his teeth together tightly and bit into his bottom lip. This visage that Grell had on right now, surprised Sebastian. "Now, what's that look about? It's new; I can say that much."

"Sebastian..." Grell's voice cracked.

Again Sebastian became surprised. Did Grell just call him by his first name? He hasn't done that once see he revealed his true colours! And did his voice just crack? Sebastian has always known Grell as the type never to cry! Something must have happened while they were out. Sebastian wasn't going to enjoy this, but he had to ask Grell about what happened. But first he had to help Grell with his wounds.

Sebastian picked up Grell princess style and walked back over to the carriage. Grell blushed. He was so close to Sebastian, he could even hear his heart beat! He just felt so safe. He cuddled up to Sebastian's chest like a kitty cat; Sebastian's favourite animal.

Sebastian hopped back at the carriage's reigns-while holding Grell-and sat him down as best he could on top of his lap. Grell blushed again as he sat nervously on Sebastian's lap. He wanted to stay this way forever because while he was with Sebastian, he felt like he could forget about everything.

But as fast as he got comfortable, they had already reached the manor's front doors.

Sebastian stood up, holding up Grell by his waist. He held him close as he stepped down from the carriage. He went over and opened the door of the carriage to let out his master. He held out his free hand for his young master to take.

As he walked with the two he looked over at Finny. "Finny, can you take the horses back to their stables?"

Finny nodded confidently. "You got it!"

"Ah! Be more gentle, Bassy!"

"Don't complain so much."

"B-but it hurts!"

"It would hurt less if you weren't moving around so much."

"I'm only moving because it hurts! I don't think that I can take much more!"

"Just wait. I'm almost done."

Grell moaned loudly, in fact it was more dramatic than needed; he was only getting his wounds cleaned and patched up after all. Although, if one were only to hear just the dialogue, they may think that something else was going on in that bathroom.

Sebastian gently placed a pair of tweezers and a bloody cotton ball on the bathroom sink. "Why must you make such weird sounds all of the time?"

"What do you mean weird?"

Sebastian sighed. "Ugh, never mind. Anyway, how did you get such terrible wounds?"

Grell diverted his eyes away from Sebastian. "Well, as you can probably guess... Will did this."

"That's odd. Wasn't Will a friend of yours?"

Grell gripped the edge of the toilet seat. "Well, yes but... He's also my superior so he's very strict about my job and following the laws of the grim reapers. If I mess up, he's always there to make sure I get back in line and receive proper punishment but he's never once turned his death scythe on me," he lightly touched his bandaged neck. "Oh, but he has hurt me in other ways! Just not with his death scythe..."

"I assume that you were able to catch glimpse of your cinematic record?"

Grell nodded as his bottom lip began to quiver. He grabbed his lip to stop it from shaking. "Sorry..." his voice cracked again as he struggled with his emotions.

Sebastian walked over to the door and began to leave. Even though he wasn't particularly fond of Grell, Sebastian at least had the decency to allow him to be left alone when he needed it most. He shut the door slowly until it finally clicked.

Grell put his hands over his eyes and behind his glasses. His shoulders began to shake and tremble as he sobbed into his palms. "I'm sorry..." he said in between broken sobs. "I wasn't planning... on having it... happen that way...! Angelina..." he choked.

Sebastian looked at the door emotionlessly before walking away.

Mey-Rin dashed down the hallway, attending to her daily duties. "Time to go and clean the water closet~" she cheered. While most people would dread having to clean a water closet, Mey-Rin took on her job with her cheerful visage. Even if she had to scrub the toilet!

She turned the knob and entered the room. "Grell?"

Grell looked up. "Not this again!" he thought. Why does this maid have to always have the worst timing possible when approaching him? It seemed like Mey-Rin always walks in on Grell when he's feeling-and looking-his absolute worst.

"We really have to stop meeting like this..." he said with a scratchy voice.

"Are you still upset about your wife?"

"Yes, that's it exactly..." Grell lied because he very well couldn't tell Mey-Rin it was about his master that he pretty much butchered himself with a death scythe!

"Well you know Grell; I don't think that she would be very happy knowing that you were sad all of the time."

Grell wiped his eye of a stray tear. "That's very true. Sometimes I even find myself wondering why it hurts so much," he gripped at his heart. "But it seems that almost every day, I'm reminded of her."

"Why don't you go and visit her?"

Grell looked up at Mey-Rin.

"Well, she does have a grave, right? Why don't you go there and talk to her?"

Grell mulled it over in his mind a bit. He would love to go visit Madam Red and pay his respects but there was one big problem; he had no idea where her grave even is! He was sure that Ciel knew, but he very well wasn't about to ask the nephew of the woman that he murdered. Sebastian probably knew as well, but chances are that he has orders from his young master not to tell Grell. He thought some more. Then it hit him; the Undertaker! He was the one that prepared Madam Red's body for the funeral so he must know where the grave is! All he had to do was think of a way to get the Undertaker to laugh so he could get the information that he wanted, but Grell decided to worry about that once he got to the Undertaker's shop.

Grell stood up from the toilet seat. "Thank you, Mey-Rin. I'll do just that! This is the second time that you've helped me. You're my new favourite out of you rag-tag servants," he winked before leaving.

Mey-Rin smiled. "He's a really nice person, but for some reason I get this feeling that he's actually bad," she got lost in her thought for a minute before returning to her work.

Sebastian entered Ciel's study with an apple tart and hot tea for his master. He carefully placed the tart and a silver fork in front of Ciel. He then picked up a yellow coloured tea pot and poured tea into the similar looking cup.

Ciel picked up the fork and took a bite of the apple tart. He swallowed the bite before speaking. "How's Grell doing?"

"Well besides annoying me to no end, I suspect that Grell is having guilt from killing Madam Red."

"Hmm, that's interesting," Ciel took a sip of the steamy tea. "But he did say that he's an actress, right? So maybe he's just messing with us."

"Forgive me for asking this young lord but, what would Grell have to gain by playing an act such as this?" he asked with a bow.

"That's something that I would like to know," Ciel stared down intently at his fork.

NEXT TIME

"Making that Undertaker laugh shouldn't be too hard, right? I've got just the joke! When is a door, a jar? When it's opened! ... Fine! I'll have to use some drastic measures! Next time on Red Butler, 'Her Butler, Lament'. And I'm one DEADLY efficient butler!"

I'm working on it! 3 I'm trying really hard to better my writing and I've been reading and watching 'Black Butler' non-stop to make this story better! As well as making many corrections to the current chapters. But I'm not giving up! I am going to finish this fanfic no matter what anyone says! o(^-^)o (Or even if it kills me! O.O)