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Sebastian removed his hat, resting it upon his bed while readying the tea set.

His room, freshly wallpapered with blue to break the depressing atmosphere, was large enough for three though only two beds were the only occupants. The extra portions of the dorm had two mahogany desks with matching chairs at parallel sides though one side had another round stove (meant for heating) nearby; one desk, next to the heater, was empty with only a lamp while the other contained books that supported the Fascist movement, along with commodities of light reading.

There was an extra table near the organized desk with two chairs. Upon it were two saucers, a sugar bowl, some herbs, and then a jar full of spoons. A radio was also on the table, it allowed for broadcasts of the war's progression to be heard among the troops though it wasn't plugged in. A few magazines were cast to the side for Sebastian's references when he socialized with the humans. After all, he needed to know the top stories to appeal to the troops.

The water began to boil under the small flame and, having already cast the teacups and assortments for Grell's tastes, he heard the faucet still running. It had been about five minutes, he began to wonder exactly why Grell was taking too long to wash up.

He grew curious. Sebastian looked over towards the open door to the lavatory and saw that Grell was standing there, back facing him while being stationary.

The Shinigami wore the official SS uniform down to the very last button. Black with silver medals, he looked presentable to anyone though he was hardly recognizable save for the familiar long and luscious brown hair that was tied back with a conspicuous, red bow. Yet again, Sebastian was fooled by the standard look though the extra-ringed eyes were unmistakeable. There was a bulk of firmness causing the innocent demeanor, as was the disguise was meant for before, to be replaced with an intimidating feature.

Grell, before their encounter, left the impression that he was a man that had the capability to handle his own responsibilities, to face others directly without shirking, and also take on the world in a fearsome persona. But then again, he was an actor, or so as he claimed, and was much more of a woman in his psych than a woman herself. His disguise was practically flawless for he wore not a single bit of cosmetic though the fact that Grell still had the potential to slip up made Sebastian worry that he would at some point during his time at Birkenau.

He was absolutely perfect in appearance, Sebastian had to commend him for that and, as a demon, he was more than glad to have the power to sway him so easily. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small vile and kept it tucked into his palm.

"Grell, is there something wrong?"

-...-

Grell remained motionless, eyes open.

The faces, so many, he saw them in the water. The bubbles made by the soap seemed to reflect their haggard expressions. The sound of Sebastian's voice alerted him but the whiteness of the foam attracted him once more, drawing him in, beckoning him to remember what he saw. His hands were gasping the edges of the sink, trying to not lose a grip on reality.

Those women, all of them have gone through pain. They were so innocent, he knew innocence when he saw it but the way they were battered down before him had shaken his views upon the camp. He had the urge to vomit, a toilet was there so he saw no reason not to but he had to keep his mind. He opted for this mission but, as in the past, he had commitment issues. Maybe he could lock himself up in the wardrobe to his left or maybe he could flee Auschwitz and forget about everything. All of this was not art to him, it was all monstrosity.

His nails dug into the porcelain rim.

Sebastian's voice came to him. "...something...matter?"

The foam built up due to the bar of soap being so carelessly dropped below the running water.

"Grell?"

The soap's suds now reminded him of their skin, pale and scarred.

He began to regret ignoring William and Ronald. How could he?

William was in tears for God's sake!

But then a firm hand took a grasp at his shoulder.

Grell leaped a mile in his heart, his head shot up to see the reflection in the mirror.

It was Sebastian, he looked concerned as he spoke once more, gently. "Are you feeling ill?"

Grell stared at him. "Slightly."

"Would you care for medication?" Sebastian offered him, letting go of Grell and reaching passed him to turn off the faucet. Close quarters forced Sebastian to come near enough for Grell to smell his sinful scent of leather and death. Of course, death had its own scent and varied from person to person; it was not the stench of cadavers but, oddly enough, the fear of a soul who's gone through the process. The scent of death was not a scent at all but more of an after-feeling in which the deed has been done.

Humans have it. Shinigami have it. Demons have it. Everyone that had killed has it.

Grell felt as though he had been intoxicated by Sebastian's scent, better yet, he felt relieved from the horrid images as though his smell was the incense to drive away the horror.

Sebastian was still reaching passed him but stopped, in the corner of his eye he saw him using the towel rack above the sink to support himself.

"Um..." But he was unable to answer.

The water draining was the only sound in the room, that and their breathing. Grell felt his chest press against his back, Sebastian's neck was close to Grell's mouth; he swore he could see a vein palpitating under the pale skin, begging Grell to taste him.

"Sebastian?" Grell uttered, he clearly remembered how severely the demon had beaten him before. He was afraid of being hit, especially since he was in perfect disguise. He had to be timid to win the demon's grace. "A-are you trying to seduce me?"

Obviously, he was when it was suddenly accentuated when Sebastian gave him a smirk that led Grell to know he was. "Now, now, what ever makes you think that?" He leaned away just enough to have his other hand go to Grell's waist and force him around so that the brunette was facing him directly. Grell was cornered and handicapped by his eyes but he had been with William enough times to know where this is going. The thought of William snapped him out of this erotic trance; he would only go so far as to flirt but, now that he was with William, he saw no reason to accept Sebastian.

Whether this was a cruel joke or not, Sebastian was Grell's temporary source of entertainment. But then again, he was away from home. William would never know and Grell, well, he would have urges eventually so he might as well start something fun. He still had feelings for the demon even after all these years, even if they were just about ready to be cast away they were slowly flooding back.

"The medication would mean yourself," Grell whispered into his ear. He has decided that he may as well use him; Grell thought he would never get into a position such as this he couldn't help wonder why the man had suddenly decided to warm up to him when, earlier, he was trying to avoid any sort of skin contact. It was odd that such a swing in the mood had came to him but his mind blanked on the pondering when Sebastian drew back just to come forth and press his lips against him, softly.

His thoughts wandered off, he felt one of Sebastian's hands go to his back to pull him closer.

It was suddenly so maddening when he felt a tongue push by to interact with his own; tastes were exchanged immediately. The taste, which was pleasantly sweet like honey, much to Grell's surprise, and ever so inviting caused him to be lost in a pool of euphoria. His hands, which had released the sink, instantly went to his shoulder blades to desperately pull him closer so that he could have a better grip upon him.

Their bodies were complementary with one another even though Grell's waist was pressed against the sink. He pulled away to breathe but Sebastian took the chance to linger a bit and say,"That was a good guess, but my medication for you was for you to leave this place. And this, here, it'll calm you down."

He let go of Grell's back and gave him a vial, instantly, Grell took it and drank it down to the last drop.

"Thank you, dear, but I can't go, not if you're here."

"Why?"

"In all actuality, it is not about you, it was about what happened to one of us is why I'm primarily here for." Grell's eyes opened and he attempted to shove Sebastian away but the man had used the bar behind him to keep himself anchored in place. He had remembered the taste, the sudden bitterness, from the vile. It was truth serum, he seduced him to into drinking it; even a small bit of it can have the most extraordinary results. "How dare-"

"You're a small game in a wood filled with beasts ready to eat you. Seeing how you're unwilling to cooperate, it was an imperative to give this to you to ensure your safety."

Grell's eyes closed to slits. "I could have manage well without you, I won't know whether to trust you on this. You may have been a heartthrob for me but you're a demon, you may as well have just fucked the information out of me!"

Sebastian gave a chuckle. "You would have preferred that?"

"Yes!" Grell immediately answered, much to his irritation, Sebastian rolled his eyes.

It was barely a day into settling down and Grell had leaked away a peace of information to him. For all he knew, Sebastian may have lost Ciel at some point or was ordered to do as he pleased. After all, so many innocent souls were just sprouting all over Auschwitz, a demon would have called this paradise on Earth; Grell summed up that Ciel may be on the premises enjoying feasts of human souls, after all, he was the only Shinigami here, a job like this was nearly impossible to cover.

The kettle whistled violently, telling Sebastian that it was more than ready to be attended to. Grell growled when Sebastian gave him a smirk and left him in the bathroom. He had to be thankful that the man chased away the thoughts of the women, even if it was meant for an entirely different intention. He reached for his glasses and brought them to his face after drying his skin. Now washed in consternation, he walked over to the table and pulled out the chair to sit himself upon it.

Sebastian occupied himself with the tea.

"Before we speak, we must get one thing settled. You are to refrain yourself from speaking English, should you speak it with your dialect you will be discovered on sight," Sebastian began.

Grell leaned against the table and rested his head into his arms. "That seems to be an obvious fact. I'm in disguise, I'm not an idiot."

"Sometimes I doubt what you just said."

"Shut up."

The clinks of pots were heard, water was poured, Grell watched him from his lopsided view.

"I will ask you once more, why are you here?"

Grell brushed a strand of hair away from his eyes as he rubbed them with a groan. "I'm here under the investigation of a Shinigami named Davis Harvey and also the usual job of reaping those on to the Death Ledger. Specifics of his work here are very sketchy and he never filed in proper reports as this was a long term mission. I spent a quick time in the Berlin Division trying to see if he had anything sent there by chance but, having never submitted a single sheet, not even letters to his wife, there was nothing to begin with. I find it odd, personally, I am quite lazy with my work but one can never be too careful away from home.

"Harvey was, as everyone said, an Officer to our Dispatch that was dedicated. The only way for me to go about and solve his psychotic breakdown is by picking up any context clues, it's sort of like a murder mystery so to say. From what I can gather, the infamous SS Officer named Rolf Schock has been missing for over a week; that was around the same time Harvey came back to London in a complete wreck. Missing without leaving a request to dismiss himself can only lead me to thinking that he was involved with Schock, but who am I kidding? I never met Harvey in my entire life, how do they expect me to go about this place without knowing who he is -or was- to begin with?"

Sebastian had added the tea leaves into the netting to distill it, he covered it and looked at his watch to keep time. He made eye contact with Grell, calmly, and suggested,"Detectives solve cases without knowing the persona of their victims, you said it yourself that you are going to search for context clues about this Harvey. Surely you have made some progress in guessing the connection."

"Quite, but I must ask, have Schock's possessions been thrown out yet? I'd like to see who he was."

"Hm, I believe that they throw away any Shultzstraffel's items should he suddenly leave without order. Again, we are under a legalistic government and the only things needed are the military and agriculture; should one leave, another will replace him to ensure that the machine continues on. If you want to know his personality, you should speak with the prisoners and see what they say, if they are willing to talk that is."

Grell murmured,"Prisoners don't talk in the sight of an enemy, plus, the treatment I have seen is enough to convince me that they can't speak at all."

"Then Harvey? I must admit to you, there is no one in the staff, of any kind, to carry that name of Davis Harvey, he may have used an alias though him being Schock would be probable."

"Are you suggesting that they are the same man?" Grell asked, perking up at excitement. "I doubt it, they have a profile of him and he spoke English and Polish. It makes sense though since Auschwitz is part of an annexed Poland but the Administration should have considered the enemy to be German, Harvey was a very poor choice *1."

"We have Polish prisoners here, starting your search would be perfect if you could speak to them. Again, they must be willing to talk to you." The demon removed the cover and prepared the tea once more, this time, for consumption. He had a teapot ready and teacups set before Grell; he poured the boiling beverage into each and settled the teapot down next to Grell's hand. Grell sat up properly and immediately drank the weak flavored liquid, it was soothing to him.

Sebastian sat across from him. "No one speaks Polish here either; there's no need for interpreters when you have a gun. I suppose that poses a challenge to you."

"A pain nonetheless but they were smart to send me this time," Grell said after swallowing. There was cookies produced at the end of the table near the radio, he took one and nibbled a piece to taste it. "Why're you willing to help me? With you as a demon, shouldn't it be your nature to kill me to ensure you have an unlimited food source to yourself and that brat of yours?"

The former butler removed his gloves and set them down so that he may take a magazine to read. He answered,"Killing you would bring an entire Division from your world down here to Germany, I'd rather not have that especially since you're running an investigation. Isn't it better to have only one Shinigami here and give him souls to reap than to have him dead and attracting more to prevent us from eating? I may be as close to an animal by nature but I'm not a stupid, tetchy beast that consumes anything so fatuously. Neither is my Lord."

Grell smiled. Although Sebastian drugged him into telling him everything he knew about Harvey, he was glad that he had someone to aid him along in his assignment. He would be damned if that brat had ordered Sebastian to kill him upon sight but, with the rarity of an endless resource, this was a lucky day that Grell could live and work harmoniously with the demon.

"Smart."

"How about your own occupation of reaping souls?"

"Well, tell me the average death toll here and I can answer," Grell said it as though it was rather simple question. Sebastian looked thoughtful for a moment, adding numbers quickly in his mind and averaging them. It was only a quick moment before he went back to reading his magazine.

"I would say about 2,000 per day. But there will be more Jews coming soon," he estimated with a sigh.

"The HMS Titanic had over a thousand, I needed the extra hand to cover over a thousand passengers. I'm on my own here, you can consume souls and I can reap. Due to this amount and the circumstances of myself being the only Shinigami posted here at this camp specifically, I can let a few hundred or so souls slide here and there for the sake of my sanity. The Administration gave me orders to do what I can to reap and solve so this seems to be the most logical thing to do. The names were piling up weeks before, I can feel it, so I suppose I can allow you to take the ones I can't handle."

He gave Sebastian a wink as the demon nodded. "It'll be payment in exchange for my help to you. I see no flaws in this bargain."

"Good, I was planning on letting demons have their way with some of the souls that are unattainable for myself. This assignment wouldn't be so bad after all since I have you with me, hm?"

"Unfortunately," Sebastian said.

Grell pouted slightly and finished his tea. He stared at Sebastian and, having sitting in place for so long, he had grown bored but he was slightly tired of his travels. Even with the nap on the train, he was still slightly drowsy. "Would it be alright for me to sleep?"

"Not yet, but we can get you coffee in the staff lounge down stairs if you need a pick-me-up."

"I would love that more than tea, no offense but it made me a bit drowsy." He yawned though he covered his mouth out of habit. Sebastian got up and so did Grell, they fetched their hats and wore them to fit into the standard. "After coffee, where do we go?"

They walked out of the door and into the hall where Sebastian explained the day's activities.

"We shall go to see the SS-Hauptsturmführer*2 first so that you will be recognized as being here, then after that, I'll give you a tour of the SS Barracks. After you have settled in in the amount of time the SS-Hauptsturmführer gives you, you will be given assignments to work as your occupation. Standard procedures are what made the Nazis so successful in organization."

A/N: I'm really enjoying writing this.

References/Translation:

*1 Parts of Poland were annexed into Germany during the Acts of Aggression in 1939 before World War II. Auschwitz was located in a Polish territory and was originally a Polish concentration camp to maintain Polish prisoners of war. Deported Jews begin arrived during the time this story takes place.
*2 SS-Head Storm Leader. Rank equivalent to Captain.

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