Grell is now a woman ch 4
guys, im really sorry for those who've been waiting forever to read this next chapter, but in my mind, somehow, i had finished this story... obviously, i hadn't
now, here's a warning *WARNING*
there it is...
ok, the warning is, i've started reading parody/humour/crack fanfics on here, and i was all hyper and weird today, and im still kinda weird right now, so this story DOES contain some crack, some stupidity which i prolly wouldn't have posted if i were in my normal state... but, now that im all weird, the stories' better :P
yeah, the ending is a bit abrupt, and weird, and thats just cuz i wanted to post this ASAP, even if it wasn't totally finished... i'll try to post the next chapter soon, but no promises.. and i won't forget the next chapter either -_-
anyways, enjoy XD
"Ahhhh - oh?" Grell hadn't hit the ground, instead, Sebastian had her in his arms.
"Now really Mr. Spears, letting a lady fall. How rude." He helped Grell back to her feet and bowed before joining his master back inside.
"Heeyyy! Aren't you going to invite us in for tea?" Grell asked, scrunching her brow.
Ciel raised an eyebrow, looking over his shoulder at Grell. He shrugged,
"Might as well. Sebastian, serve tea for 3 in the garden."
"Yes, young master." Sebastian bowed and went to the kitchen. Grell looped her arm through Will's and followed Ciel to the yard.
They talked about several odd topics, of which they were currently talking about how Grell wasn't looking forward to, being a woman and all.
Well, she was doing the talking, while Ciel and Will merely listened and sipped their tea, hoping she'd shut up soon.
"And that's not all! I gotta shave, I mean, I shaved my legs in my other form, but now I also shave my armpits and my-"
"That's quite enough, don't you think?" Ciel was looking at Sebastian pouring his tea, but glanced at Grell. She must have gotten the hint, for she shrugged and sipped her tea. Sebastian stood behind Ciel patiently, and (obviously) Grell's eyes landed on said butler. She grinned, hoping that with her new body, maybe she'll have better luck in seducing her dreamy demon, seeing as he wasn't interested in her at all when she was a man. Sebastian sighed softly, and turned to look at Grell, who'd been starring at him for the past minute. She winked at him and grinned, hiding her blushing face behind her teacup. Sebastian arched a thin eyebrow at Grell, and turned his attention to his master, who was getting up.
"Thank you for the tea. Good-day." Will nodded at Ciel and –reluctantly- nodded at Sebastian as a form of 'farewell', and grabbed Grell's elbow, and pulled her away.
"Ahhh, Wiiiill, no need to be so rough~." Grell whined. Will let go of Grell's arm, and the two Reaper's made their way back to HQ.
"Why on earth did you want to stop by that manor?" Will snapped, agitated that he'd had to be in a demon's presence for so long.
Well, they were enemies.
"I wanted to show Sebas-chan my currrves, Will!" The black-haired man scoffed.
"Look! Feeeeel ma currrves, Wiiill~!" Grell grabbed Will's hand and guided it to her hips and waist, rubbing it so he would feel her womanly curves.
"S-sutcliff!" Will pulled his hand away quickly, and kept on walking, hoping his subordinate wouldn't notice the slight colour in his cheeks.
"Weeellll?"
"Well what?" he snapped, still blushing.
"Did you feel them, Will? Did you feel my womanly curves~?" Will started getting rather hot and loosened his tie a bit, and exhaled, hoping it would help relax him… it didn't.
"S-stop this n-nonsense…" was all he said in reply.
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They arrived back at the Shinigami Dispatch, and went into their offices. Will collapsed behind his desk, flung his glasses on the desk, and ran a hand through his hair. He sighed deeply in frustration; all the way back from the manor, he'd used every ounce of self-control he had to stop himself from grabbing Grell and whisking her away right then and there. He'd felt this certain… something… when he was near Grell, and it wasn't the usual annoyance or dislike he usually felt towards the eccentric reaper. (A/N: i really suck at emotional writing, or anything to so with expressing feelings, so please forgive me if it truly sucks balls D:)
Later that night… Ron and Grell are at a bar after work. Ron says he'll be going to the washroom, and doesn't come back. 15 minutes later, Grell turns and looks around the bar, and finds Ronald making out with some blonde mortal. Grell scoffs, and turns back to her drink. (yet another A/N: i didn't bother writing this part out properly, cuz i was a bit lazy... and now this chapter kinda sucks cuz of my random mood swings -_- please forgive me .)
"Ohh! This just cannot be! Who on earth could have such ravishing red hair such as yours? It flares like the bright August sun and burns like a deep, fiery passionate love! Ohh, and to be in the presence of one such as yourself, my lovely cinnamon heart, truly does make one… giddy… with excitement." The somewhat drunk blonde pervert ran his fingers through her long, red hair, which earned him quite the eyebrow raise from Grell.
"Ex…scuze, me… what on all bloody earth- no that's not right… earths' not that bloody… wish it were though, red's such a lovely colour…don't you think? Hang on, scratch that last, I'm not asking you, you obviously don't love red, atleast not like I do anyways…hang on... wasn't I annoyed with you for something…? Hmmm…what wazzi-right! Get your creepy pervy hands off my hair or I'll… um… or… or I'll… I'll uhm… I'll colour you in red! Yes! Yes, I will… your nails, I mean. 'Cos I'm definitely not dumping a quart of red nail polish on you, that'd be such a waste… now, where was I… oh yes! Another one please." Grell pointed to her glass, talking to the bartender. He filled it up and grunted, going back to cleaning dirty glasses.
"Oh, your hair is magnificent! So bright and extraordinary, it is! Oh how on earth do you keep it this-"
"Squeeze me." Grell interrupted before dropping a few bills onto the counter and hopping off her stool, grabbing her pocketbook and wobbling her way to the door, in 3" heels. The Viscount, however downed the drink in his hand and followed her, a creepy pervert-y (drunk) grin plastered on his face. (A/N: (again...) Grell says "squeeze me" instead of excuse me" bcuz... i said so. also, for those who didn't get it, the pervy blonde dude is the viscount of druitt XD)
30 minutes later, Will walks into the bar, recognizes Ronald, who is still exchanging spit with some random blonde chick, and goes to his table.
He looms over Ron, who isn't bothered by this in the least, in fact, he's still quite oblivious to Will's presence. So, Will did what every other normal person would do when they're being ignored; he coughed.
Well, he faked a cough, really, because, seriously, who can cough on command.
"Mmwah? Oh, haiii sempai… wanna drink?" Ron looked up at his boss with a goofy grin on his face, one that clearly indicated that he was extremely intoxicated, and that the chances of him appearing on time for work the next day, were very very near impossible.
So, Will sighed and "accidentally" pushed the blonde off Ron's lap, and brought his face right up near Rons'.
"Where… is… Sutcliff?" was all he said, gritting his teeth. Ron starred down at his kissing-buddy who was on the floor, and pouted. You see, Ronald, in his drunken state, had decided that he was in love with this name-less, drunk woman, and had intended on exchanging his spit with hers all night, really.
But now, his boss, William Tight-ass Spears, had pushed her on the floor, and his lips were slowly starting to feel again, and he didn't like that. He didn't like that one bit, no sirree. So he looked up at Will with large, watery eyes and said, "I dunno…"
The woman at Ronald's feet was getting back up, and was about to press her also-numb lips against his when she was punched back onto the floor.
"WhErE Is ShE?"
"Heeyyyyyyyyy sempaii! That wasn't n-oi-ce!" Will shot Ron a glare so dark, it would have given him nightmares for months, if he had been conscious, but alas, poor drunk Ronny isn't conscious, or in his right mind, so he'll only have faint memories about this glare.
"I fink she wen' datta way…" Ron pointed to the door. Will nodded and went off in search of Grell.
i hope someone liked whatever the hell i just wrote...
XD
