A/N: Last of my drabbles for the day I think. This one is a prompt for "Value me", some sort of confession. I must say, it is really hard to write from Will's prespective, he is so emotionless. But his interaction with Grell. Ohh, I love it~ Requested by: allana690undercover from tumblr~
She was summoned to his office, for the fifteenth time this month. Not that he was counting, no. He would never admit it, but his heart would flutter every time when he saw the Red Shinigami dance into his office, like she wasn't summoned to be scolded, but rather invited for a nice cup of tea.
It was the same this time, all you could expect from Grell Sutcliff. In all her shine she entered the room, illuminating everything with the red glimmer that followed her wherever she went. That and the prominent blood stains on her face and clothes, in her hair and her twisted but stunning smile - it was enough to make a grown man insane.
Not that he would admit that to her.
He was standing in his usual pose beside his desk, fixing his glasses up, death scythe in hand, ready for another long preaching that he knew would have no effect. Grell always did what she wanted, and somehow she always got away with it. William's eyebrows furrowed.
"Wiiiiillll~!" she entered the room, spinning on her heel. Her death scythe was also drenched in blood, her lovely chainsaw that she still didn't catalog. Will asked himself why did he return it to her in the first place. All she did was cause trouble with it.
"Grell Sutcliff" he muttered.
"You wanted to see me my dear Will~? You couldn't bare another moment without me, I reckon. Well, worry no more, your favourite lady is here~" she said in a melodic voice.
"I have no idea what you are talking about Sutcliff." he said, feigning it as always.
"I summoned you here to reprimand you. Yet again, Sutcliff, you haven't followed your orders and you slaughtered people who weren't meant for reaping!"
He was trying to stay calm. Grell looked at him with her bright green-golden eyes, pretending she had no idea what he was talking about.
"Don't you bat your lashes at me Grell Sutcliff, you've caused so much trouble for everyone in the department. You are not getting out of this one."
She pouted.
"That's not a way to treat a lady, you know. You're being rather rude today, even more than usual."
"I am just doing my job." he stated. "Thanks to this, I will have to stay overtime, again. But this time, you're staying with me."
Her eyes glistened with excitement. She got it all wrong.
"You want me here, with you, alone, all night? Oh Will I~"
"I will have none of your shenanigans Sutcliff. Grab a pen and start filling in a report." he cut in before she was able to finish and jump into his arms.
"Can I at least change? The blood is sticky, and no matter how much I love the red, I don't want my hair to be ruined." she said in a lower tone.
"No." he said with no emotion.
She gasped, turning to look at him. She was offended and surprised.
"Will…"
"I am sorry. Go clean yourself up and return as quickly as possible." he said, avoiding her eyes.
"Very well." she answered and disappeared through the door.
William didn't know what was wrong with him. Why was he so rude? So mean, even more than usually? Grell was getting to him, but he never let it become such a problem before. He returned to his desk and started writing. Grell was back in exactly twenty-seven minutes.
Not that he was counting, no.
Her hair was still slightly wet, but clean, pulled up into a messy bun on the top of her head. She barely had make-up on, only black residue under her eyes. Her eyelashes were still in place, somehow. But she was still as beautiful as ever.
Not that he'd admit that to her, no.
She sat on the couch in silence and grabbed a pen and a piece of paper and started writing. Will felt the uneasiness in the air.
"Grell, what did they actually do so that you reaped them?" he asked, referring to the victims of her latest mutilation.
She raised her eyes from the paper and gave him a sour smile.
"He called me pretty. He was sarcastic though. And then his buddy said that I was an abomination and that I should be dead. They told me I was sick. That I was no lady." she was holding back tears, not sure why since it was William that was in front of her. No matter how emotionless he got, he'd at least never laugh at her because of that.
"Such a silly reason, I know. I am to blame…" she said, sobbing slightly, trying to find a handkerchief.
She heard something hit the floor and harsh steps. She raised her head and saw Will standing in front of her.
"You are not allowed to think like that." he said as he offered a white cotton piece of cloth. "Use this, I don't want your make-up spilling on the report."
"Oh, Will, so compassionate of you." she said, and she meant it. In Will's world, saying something like that was the closest to a compliment.
"But maybe they were right, though. Maybe I am an abomination." she swallowed up her tears, trying to keep her face in check.
"You are not."
"What did you say?" she looked surprised.
"You are not an abomination Grell Sutcliff. You are a mess, you are a klutz sometimes, you disobey direct orders, you are stubborn as a mule and you have little to no self-control, but you are not an abomination."
She looked at him, her face glowing with tears.
"You really think that?" she asked, standing up and looking into his eyes. He thought of backing out a step, but stayed in place.
"Yes, I do. I think that you are beautiful." he tried to slip the last sentence without her noticing. Like hell was that going to happen.
"Oh Will~!" her arms flew around his neck and she hugged him tight, sobbing into his collar. Her hair released from the bun, roamed free over her shoulders and back.
He allowed himself a short smile, while she couldn't see his face. He patted her hair, inhaling her smell - the one thing he could never really make out completely.
"Back to work now." he said when she broke the hug. She smiled and nodded.
They worked through the night, neither of them uttering a single word. But it was the most comfortable silence they ever had.
The morning came swiftly and Grell was dismissed. She had a few hours of sleep before her next shift. Will wasn't that lucky. His shift never ended.
"Well, I shall be going now." she said after handing him the last report.
"Alright." he answered, looking at her approaching the door.
"Sutcliff." he called out for her.
"Yes, Will?" she smiled despite her tiredness.
"Good work tonight." he said. Then he continued, choosing his words carefully. "I wouldn't like this to become a habit of yours, but I wouldn't mind your company from time to time like this."
Her mouth formed an "o". Then she asked.
"Is that all?" she was eager, it was visible - every inch of skin quivered in anticipation.
"One more thing. You really are beautiful. As always."
She smiled and turned on her heel.
All that was left was the sweet scent that followed her anywhere she went. He was intoxicated by it.
Not that he would ever admit it.
Luckily he didn't have to - he know that she knew it too well.
