Hello my beautiful people! So this is chapter four of this fic. I have a feeling that this fic is going to take a while to complete. I have so many ideas that I want to add into this piece. I really hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoy writing it!
Grell had spent the majority of the night sound asleep in the comfortable bed that Sebastian had given him for the night. The Shinigami didn't think that he could have had any nightmares; he was so exhausted the night before that he didn't even have any dreams. Grell remained snuggled up in the warm blankets of the bed, dreaming of nothing. Grell was never an early riser. While true that Shinigami never really enjoyed the mornings, Grell detested waking up in the morning, even by Shinigami standards. He always hated waking up to his hair being in knots, and needing to put on his makeup before he went to work. It had long ago become a chore but it was a chore that needed to be done. To Grell, his looks were what made him, him.
There was a quiet knocking on the door of the ginger's room and a voice that sounded much like Sebastian's coming from the other side. When Grell didn't answer the door right away, on account of him still being in dream land, the door was opened quietly and in walked Sebastian, as quiet as ever. Sebastian walked into the room as quietly as he could so he wouldn't give Grell a heart attack when he finally was awoken. Sebastian had brought the Shinigami a breakfast of eggs on toast and set the plate down gently on the bedside table before he moved to draw the curtains from the windows in the room. Light filled the once dark room and shone in Grell's direction. Grell made a face at the light on his face and pulled the blanket up to his face,
"Mm… No… Not… Yet…" Grell mumbled before yawning and turning his back from the light-filled window. Sebastian simply rolled his eyes at this and tugged the blanket away from the sleeping ginger, hoping that would wake Grell up from his deep slumber. Fortunately for Sebastian, this did work. Grell opened his eyes with a start and sat up slowly before wincing as his wounds pulled at the stitches that held everything closed. Grell propped himself up against the headboard and looked to Sebastian as he rubbed at his face,
"G'morning…" Grell mumbled softly before the Shinigami stretched a bit, enough so that it wouldn't hurt his wounds. Sebastian simply nodded as he replaced the blanket back onto the bed,
"To you as well… I trust that you had a good night's sleep?" Sebastian asked before looking to Grell. The dark circles under Grell's eyes were less noticeable now that he had some sleep. Sebastian figured that with the more sleep Grell received, he would have next to no dark circles, be it from stress or lack of sleep. Grell nodded a bit before he yawned,
"I had a good sleep…I didn't even wake up once." Grell said with a small smile. Sebastian nodded again and picked up the plate of food that he prepared for Grell,
"I made you something to eat. I figured you would be hungry when you woke up. I made eggs on toast." Sebastian said as he handed Grell the plate of food. Grell took the food gratefully and began to eat,
"Thank you Sebastian. It's really good." The Shinigami said in between bites. Sebastian nodded a bit and held out a cup of what looked to be tea,
"I made tea as well. I know that reapers are not early risers, so I thought it would help you wake up easier. How many sugars to you take?" Sebastian asked. Grell took a moment to finish the bite of egg that was in his mouth,
"Three sugars please and a dash of milk." Grell said after he swallowed his final bite of egg. Sebastian rose a brow at the Shinigami in question but followed Grell's orders and handed him the tea,
"Isn't that a bit too sweet?" Sebastian asked once his hands were free of tea. Sebastian reached down and took the empty plate that once held the ginger's breakfast,
"I need the extra sugar in the morning so I can be sweet all day." Grell said, not missing a beat in his retort to Sebastian. Sebastian simply nodded, not quite understanding the correlation between the amount of sugar in one's tea and one's personality, but figured that it was an expression of some sort that he didn't need to remember,
"I left you some clothes to wear after you clean up. They're a bit boring for your tastes, but I'm sure the Young Master will allow you to but your own clothes once things have settled down enough to do so." Sebastian said as he set the plate on the tray,
"I would also advise not to fully submerge the stitches as it will promote an infection, and I would very much wish not to spend five hours disinfecting your neglected wounds again. The stitches will come out in a few days and then you will be able to have a proper bath, but until then, please use a washcloth and wash your hair in the tub with the soap provided." Sebastian said as he picked up the tray,
"I will be in the kitchen, cleaning up there. When you are finished making yourself look presentable, come and find me there and I will take you to see the young master." The demon nodded to Grell before he turned on his heel and walked out of the room, before Grell could get a simple word in. Grell simply shook his head and idly sipped his tea while he thought. He had been so sure that Sebastian wouldn't have let the Shinigami into the Phantomhive manor… He was so sure that he was going to die last night. But he didn't. He was saved by Sebastian, had his wounds cleaned, was fed, and was given a bed. He was grateful to the demon for taking pity on him and letting him stay at the manor.
Grell sighed as he finished his tea and set the teacup on the table before he stood up and made his way to the bathroom. Grell stripped off his clothes and wet a washcloth in the water basin. The wounds on Grell's body didn't look as bad as before. The blood was already washed off and the wounds were closed. Grell tried his hardest not to wet the stitches but it was difficult. With the amount of stitch work that was on his body it was a case of, keep the stitches dry and stay dirty, or get them wet but get clean at the same time. Grell sighed deeply after a while. He had done as much as he could without getting the wounds too wet. Grell went over to the tub and washed his hair thoroughly of all the blood and grease that was in his hair.
Once he was finished washing his hair and drying it, he left the bathroom to dress in the clothes that Sebastian had brought him. Sebastian had brought him a white button-down shirt, a black tie and black trousers. Grell smiled a bit at this. These were likely from the demon's own collection. They probably shared the same clothing measurements as they were both tall and slim beings.
When Grell was finally dressed and had his hair brushed to almost perfection, he made his way back to the kitchen where Sebastian had promised he would be. Upon entering the kitchen, he entered a disaster. The kitchen was in complete disarray. There was some kind of dough on the walls and tomato sauce everywhere. Grell was momentarily confused before Sebastian emerged from behind the cold box,
"What happened in here?" Grell asked as he took a couple more cautious steps into the warzone that was the kitchen,
"Baldroy woke before me so he could begin to work on his 'latest culinary masterpiece'" Sebastian said before sighing deeply, "Since you are here, I will take you to see the Young Master and he can clean the kitchen without the use of his… toys." Sebastian said once more before shaking his head and walking out of the kitchen. Grell followed after him as they walked to Ciel's office in silence. Once they were in front of the door, Sebastian turned to Grell,
"I request that you wait outside for a moment so that I can speak with the Young Master myself before he speaks to you. Do try and stay quiet." Sebastian said, holding a finger up to his own lips in the universal language of 'be quiet'. Grell nodded after a moment and went to stand against the wall. Sebastian nodded a bit and knocked on the door. When Sebastian received permission to enter, he opened the door and entered the room quietly,
"Sebastian. What is it? I didn't summon you." Ciel said as he flipped though some papers that was on his desk. He wasn't really reading them, Sebastian knew that much. Ciel merely wanted to seem busy because he hadn't warned his Young Master beforehand that he would be checking up on him. Sebastian bowed to his master,
"Forgive me my Lord, but last night after you were asleep, I found Grell Sutcliff in a bloodied heap on the front steps." Sebastian started, looking to his master for an indication to continue,
"Oh? And I should know this because why?" Ciel asked, not looking to Sebastian as he pretended to look busy,
"I brought him into the manor my Lord as he claimed to have been raped by one William Spears." Sebastian explained, looking at his master still, "I cleaned his wounds but found something most interesting on his back. This had Ciel's attention,
"What was on his back?" Ciel asked after a moment of thought,
"My Lord the covenant that you and I share is cut into his back." Sebastian said gravely, "I believe it would be best if Grell were to stay here until his wounds are fully healed and he is able to live on his own." Sebastian requested. Ciel nodded after a moment and finally looked to his butler,
"Alright; send the reaper in. I wish to have a talk with him." Ciel said. Sebastian nodded and bowed at his master,
"Yes my lord." He said and stood up straight once more and opened the door to the room and led Grell back into Ciel's office. Grell walked in slowly, but confidently. The truth was, he wasn't confident at the moment, but he sure as hell could act it, and acting it was just as good as being it in his opinion. Grell took a moment to take in the looks of the room that Ciel called his office. It was rather simple, but a tad boring for Grell's tastes. He would have much rather a red colour scheme than a blue one. But he supposed that blue suited the Young Lord much better than red.
Ciel's eyes widened when he saw Grell come in. He was a lot thinner than the last time they met. He looked beaten and battered as well. But how in the world did he seem so confident? He must be faking it… Ciel thought to himself before putting on a fake smile of his own,
"Mr. Sutcliff… What a lovely surprise." Ciel said dryly before his expression changed once more, "I hear that some bad luck has befallen you. If you would, I would be more than pleased to hear about your misfortune." He said, sitting back in his chair with a small, smug smirk on his face.
And that's the end of this chapter folks! Tell me, what is your opinion on a sort of BAMF!Grell? Personally I think that everyone forgets that Grell is a man and that he can be a total badass when he wants to.
Also, do you like this length of chapter? If you do, I can manage to post almost every night at this length (sometimes every other night depending on my work and school but still)
Please tell me what you think! I wish to make this fic better and that can only happen if you tell me what you like and what could change!
UNTIL NEXT TIME!