Sorry it's shorter than the others, but it's late and I wrote it coming out of a Writer's block. Its kinda choppy but I tried! haha the next chapter should be out shortly, with looots of fluff. lemons in the chapter after that ;D
Let me know if you have any requests to situations you'd like to see Will and Grell in! haha I love new ideas ^_^
William looked into the mirror on the back of the door, taken aback by his appearance. His jaw clenched, running a hand through his unkempt hair, he walked to the wardrobe. He withdrew his usual black suit, slipping into it silently. He buttoned up the jacket, standing tall, looking into the mirror. He adjusted his glasses, turning to fix the problem that was currently sleeping on his bed. He cursed his heart for stuttering when his eyes fell on the redhead's bare back. His cheeks flushed at the red scratched adorning it; looking very much like trails his fingernails made. He shook his head, averting his mind.
Grell was awoken by the cold, familiar voice of his lover. Usually, he would've ignored it. But upon hearing the absolute steel that filled the voice, his eyes shot open. Grell sat up quickly, taking in the sight of Will in his suit, his face a mask of complete indifference.
"What's wrong, Will? Is everything okay?" Grell asked, worry causing his voice to shake.
William remained unfazed, turning his attention to the wall, as if it were the most interesting thing in the room. "I'm very sorry, Grell Sutcliff. Last night should not have happened. You are my subordinate, I am your boss. I ask that you dress, and request that you leave." His voice unwavering, He finally turned to look at Grell. The redhead opened his mouth, about to put up a fight. William knew the only way to make him leave would be to hurt Grell. It would be better for both of them.
"Grell, don't argue. I don't want you here. No one ever wants you around, and last night was the biggest mistake of my life. Too much wine, I suppose." William turned away, his eyes burned with the threat of tears. His mouth was talking, but his heart was screaming; reaching out for the slender man on his bed.
Grell's eyes filled with tears, spilling onto his cheeks. He was being rejected by the only man on the planet that made him feel beautiful. Grell was angry with himself. No matter the situation, his heart pounded seeing Will in that suit of his. He sat on the edge of the bed, so William could not see him crying. The only thing he could see was the convulsing of Grell's shoulders. The redhead stood, not having it in him to argue. He gathered his clothes and slipped into them, containing his sobs.
This is wrong. He ignored the voice echoing through his mind, screaming for him to get back in the bed of his lover, to smooth it over. But he knew Will's personality. William was stubborn, and had a strong will that could not be reasoned with. Grell should know; it was why he loved him.
"Fine Will." He said, his voice thick. He turned around, his usually vibrant green eyes a dark stormy color. He looked into the brunette's unchanging eyes. "But don't you ever deny this happened. You will never be able to say that my mindless flirting was unjust. I love you, William Thomas Spears. I have for a decade." He spun on his heel, walking through the rest of the flat, out the door. Before he closed it, his anger got the better of him. He kicked the doorframe and yelled into the house. "AND I HATE YOU FOR IT."
William heard the door slam, wincing. His face in a grimace, he staggered over to the living room, dropping himself on the couch. I don't know how to love. Grell deserves better. Grell Sutcliff deserves someone that can express feeling. I'm too cold for this. He thought, his head filling with self hatred. He sat for half an hour like that, head in his hands and a horrible feeling in his stomach. His phone rang, loud and clear. He dragged himself to the phone, picking up.
"William T. Spears." He answered, attempting to sound cold; his usual self.
"BOSS. WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?" Came the yell of Eric Slingby, followed by jostling noises that must've been Alan taking the phone.
"Excuse him, sir. But I want to know, too. What the hell did you do this time? Sutcliff senpai staggered in, looking a mess! He started ranting on about how he was an idiot and no one wanted him around. He then hugged us all tightly, saying something about how he wouldn't be here much longer." He said, trailing off. Will was at a loss for words, as were the other Shinigami on the phone. Jostling noises were heard once again on the phone.
"You don't think he's gonna… kill himself, do you, Boss?" asked Ronald Knox, who had apparently also been listening in. Will's heart was racing. He needed to do something. Fast.
"Ronald, I want you to check his usual hangouts, including the restaurant on 5th ave. Eric, Alan: I want you at the airport, in case that was what he meant. If any of you see him, or have any hint that he's been in these places, I want to hear from you ASAP. These are orders. Find Grell Sutcliff. Do you understand?" He asked, his commanding voice resonating through the phone.
"Yes Boss, we got it." Said Alan, taking back the phone. "But where are you going?" he asked, the sound of the office door opening in the background.
"To his apartment." William stated, hanging up the phone. He threw it into his coat pocket, summoning his death scythe, and racing out the door.
His head screamed these questions at him, drilling unwelcome thoughts into his head. He used his inhuman speed to his advantage, running faster than normal human beings down the street to Grell's flat. When he arrived, he kicked open the door, not bothering with the key under the mat. It opened with a bang, like a gunshot, startling William.
"GRELL!" he screamed repeatedly, racing through the house, the bedroom, the bathroom, the kitchen. All were empty. He slowed down, catching his breath in the bedroom. He looked into the mirror, his usually stoic face a mask of panic. His hair was out of place and his glasses were askew. He could care less. He walked back to the kitchen trying to think, when he spotted the white envelope, words written in red ink. It was labeled: My dear William.
He ripped it open, eyes scanning the pages as relief flowed through him. He whipped out his cellphone, dialing Eric's number.
"Ya know, I really don't want to talk to you right now." Eric answered the phone angrily. Will could hear scolding noises along with a soft 'He's your boss.' In the background, presumably from Alan.
"Sorry, Boss." Came Alan's reply. "What's up? We're still at the airport. What can we do?" he asked, eager to help.
"I want you to remain there, and I want you at the gates of a flight to Paris. He left me a note; something about the Association's French division." He said, already heading out the door, and hailing a cab from the street.
"You got it, Boss." Came his short reply. Instead of answering, Will hung up the phone, climbing into the taxi with a flourish, and spoke to the driver.
"I need you to get to the airport, and I need you to get there like hell is following you." He noticed the driver's surprised look at his blazing green eyes. William summoned his death scythe, holding it to the man's neck. "What did I just tell you?" He threatened.
"Y-yes of course, s-sir." Came his short and stuttering reply, and he drove as fast as he could. William took the letter from his clenched hand, unfolding it to read.
aaaand you get to see whats in the letter next chapter. MWAHAHAAAA IM EVIL. So I'm off to Ryu-Kon tomorrow! Eeeek! Sorry it took so long to get this up, I had somewhat of a writer's block. Haha I love you all! Enjoy!