Sebastian really didn't feel like going anywhere today. But there were things that had to be done; there was hardly a shirt in the mansion that would fit him anymore. Grell was quite excited when the Demon told him about it.

"Erm, Grell... Lately, my clothing hasn't been – "

Grell pounced, eyes gleaming. "Oh, 'Bassy! Are you starting to outgrow your clothes already?"

"…yes."

So today, the two of them were going shopping.

Grell, of course, insisted on some of the more embarrassing attire, but Sebastian was able to talk him out of most of it. Three stores and a lunch break later, the Demon ditched the Reaper in another store and wandered off. He wanted a little time to himself.

But when he saw the tall, black-coated man approach him, he realized he'd made a bad mistake.

Grell searched frantically for his missing beloved, wondering if maybe he'd been too hard on him about something. Ah! There!

"Sebastian," he said under his breath.

It was Ventus, a Dark Angel he'd once double-crossed. Before, Sebastian had never thought about him, let alone worried about him having his revenge.

But this was now.

In front of him, his enemy chuckled. "What's this now? Sebastian, I never thought you were the mothering type."

"Ventus, let's be reasonable now… I can and I will pay you for what I did. Anything you want." The look in the angel's eyes made his stomach churn. There was to be no bargaining here.

"Only your life is sufficient pay, Michaelis." With that, he threw the Demon against the far wall.

With bated breath, Sebastian flinched as Ventus charged at him, sword drawn… the Demon's strength seemed to be failing him…

Then, the roar of a chainsaw.

The moment Grell had seen Sebastian thrown by the stranger, he geared into action mode. He charged.

"Get away from him!" the Reaper snarled, and took a swing at him with the chainsaw.

To the surprise of all three of them, Ventus staggered back, cursing and holding a bloody stump; Grell had managed to surprise him and sever his right hand. But the dark angel wasn't quite done.

"I'll get you for this," he hissed, disappearing in a puff of black smoke.

Grell ran to Sebastian. "Are you okay, Sebastian?!"

"I'm okay, Grell," Sebastian replied. "If it hadn't been for you – " He cut off suddenly as he felt something inside him.

"Grell… was that…?

"Our baby kicked!"

A mall cop came up to them, holding a gun and trembling badly. "Y-you've gotta leave now, ya h-h-hear?"