Alright folks, so... I'm like, caught in a rock and a hard spot. I'm rly trying to get The Night Tears Fall updated, but I'm doing this one too =.= meh, I'll have to kick it up a notch!
Special thanks to all my reviewers, followers and fav'ers: chukaliteluvver, Lazy Gaga, Sophie the Awesome, flippy-animegirl, rainbowflame
We left off so... mysterious on chapter 3, I had to post this chapter. Anywayz, here we go!
WARNING: some graphic descriptions of... medical procedures. It definitely could read UNsavory. Warning's here cuz the doctor has some "fun" playing with Gregory's unique sexuality XD
Chapter IV: Reborn...
This afternoon was most certainly unpleasant. Out in the court yard, the Scarlet Students watch as their leader leaves, the scene meaning he was most unhappy with Lawrence after this confrontation. Herman was quite concerned and knew this as a sign things may not improve. Though he needs a word with Edgar, he chooses to make sure Bluer is fine. That changes quickly...
"Greenhill" The blunette prefect starts, "you need to speak to Redmond. I wish for no more animosity, there already is a great deal of that now..." He looks up into the violet eyes of the fag that just attacked him, "Cheslock... I will not report your actions concerning this incident. However, that is under the condition that no hostility will surface between our dorms... at least until the dust settles". The Blue House students were in total shock. Their prefect? Stepping back on anything? As much the fag wanted to, he doesn't say anything else. He still wasn't nice about it. He gives a quick shrug with a "whatever... sure" mumble, and walks off. The other Violets follow, not wanting to be in the company of the Sapphire Owls any longer. Well, at least it seems there will be a little peace between the dorms for a while.
Herman backs off now, he wasn't necessarily on Lawrence's side either. He didn't forget that Lawrence, through this whole period, has never shown regret or sorrow over the possible loss of Gregory Violet. Lawrence knows what Herman is thinking, and in all honesty, he ignored Gregory's due death because he didn't want to face the blame for this situation. Herman then leaves, along with the other Green Lion students. Clayton kneels beside prefect and pats his shoulder, but couldn't help but ask, "if you don't mind me asking sir... why let Cheslock off the hook? Even if he were expelled, that would mean one less menace..."
Lawrence shakes his head, stating, "Eliminating that one enemy will earn us a Purple House full of enemies. Reporting him would only strengthen our opposition. If anything, this incident may jolt them enough to make wiser decisions with future confrontations..." Just then, Ciel arrives with Sebastian. "Are you alright, Bluer?" Sebastian asks, extending a hand to him. Lawrence gets up, still holding his sore face, not looking a soul in the eye. "Thank you Prof. Michaelis... I'll be... quite fine..." Ciel immediately reaches into his breast packet, and offers his prefect his spare eye-patch. Lawrence doesn't immediately show his appreciation, but he takes the patch with a slightly warm "Thank you, Phantomhive" and then walks off.
"Kind gesture" 'Mr. Michaelis' says, earning Ciel a complementary spirit from the surrounding crowd. "I'm sure it will return in a highly rewarding way...". Ciel understood that code very well. Ciel needs to get close enough to meet the principal, and while this experience was quite harrowing, this may be his key to an informative fortune.
That evening, Herman was eating in the Green Lion's dining hall, wondering about Edgar, and Gregory. Edgar was quite upset when leaving the court yard earlier today, and he knew it had to do with Bluer's point of view regarding the Violet Prefect. That makes him think about Bluer for a moment. He doesn't like Lawrence's overall attitude regarding Violet, but as prefects all together, their issues must be resolved.
Edgar was in his room, writing up this short novel. He only allows himself to see the end get completed; his thoughts were void of all the events from the past few days. A knock at the door interrupts that some. "Its Greenhill... I'm alone... I must talk to you" Herman is allowed in and he seats himself on Edgar's bed. "Pardon me Greenhill on my work... is this an urgent matter?" Edgar inquires while Herman answers "Yes it is. A lot has happened and will happen since learning about Gregory's acute, fatal illness, and... I believe this has far brought out our more shameful qualities to the fore front. I... I'd like, if possible, all of the prefects to plan meeting at the Swan Gazebo, and discuss everything in a formal manor. I don't know if such is do-able but... it would really be good to somehow bring Violet there, and share his last time attending the gazebo. This is the way to end everything on a good note I feel... Your thoughts, Redmond?..."
This... will be a very weird morning... or should I say late noon. Sebastian decides to visit the Vice Principal's office for some information regarding violence on the school's primacies. That's one question that will not be answered. Johan is in a rather disdainful mood right now; searching through archives and spilling them all over the place, as well as having books from higher shelves to fall on him. Even the demon is hesitant about approaching the VP at the moment. "That foolish doctor..." He calmly mutters, "its been two days since I visited Violet Wolf dorm and then inquired that charlatan of a physician about Violet's visit~" Sebastian steps further and has to ask, "is there a problem, sir...?" "Dr. Watkins" Agares grumbles, "it's been two days since I spoke with him regarding Violet's ailment, and I haven't received not as much as even a small note from him. He's also been gone for some time and-" "VP. Agares!" calls an incoming voice, a young uniformed man with a postal breast shield.
"Your message was delivered to the Violet Castle; however Duke of Violet was not present himself" "... And why?" Agares inquires, the irritation was surfacing, "yes, he's been gone for days, checking on some business status he has in a place called 'British Columbia' I think..." Johan shakes his head and permits the postal man to leave. "It will be very difficult to deal with the death of a student and the parents aren't available to handle such matter..." Sebastian doesn't say yet. It would look way too obvious. Instead, he gives a nod, and asks, "is there any assistance I could offer you, then?"
Light rays of noon hours beam brightly through the nearby window, casting light over closed eyes. Yes, this individual was never one to enjoy such brightness. Violet eyes shift on, then wince at the light before fully facing the window. After a little yawn and a rub to the eye, Gregory looks over to his side table clock, and notices its late noon. He sits up with some surprise, only thinking 'whoa, did I really over sleep like that?'. He shifts to the side of the bed and stands, stretching some after sleeping for so long. It was after he relaxes, it dawns on him, he's not in pain. Then comes the memories; he was deadly sick, diagnosed with an ailment known as cancer and profusely bleeding, fated to expire in coming days. But here he is, standing, fully conscious, and able to move without feeling a bit of pain.
Gregory felt a bit sticky in his pants and remembered it had to do with that bleeding. Slowly and carefully the Violet Prefect makes his way to the bathroom; it was urgent to investigate this, and see for himself if he were bleeding still or not.
Outside the Purple House, the Violet students are returning from class, and off to check on their Prefect's condition. Quite a few of them hadn't seen Gregory for a few days and had to take turns attending to him; all due to their penalty for skipping class (writing a Latin poem 50 times, instead of 100). That's when, "Cheslock!" goes a voice, coming from the approaching party consisting of Edgar, Herman, and their fags. "Violet... how is... how is he?" Edgar inquires, concern riddling his features. "Wah?! What are you doing here?! Outsiders aren't allowed to come as they please, you know!" Cheslock doesn't appear to be in a good mood, "If its Violet you're concerned about... well... he hasn't been doing well, let's leave it at that... now beat it!" "Cheslock!" Herman starts, "we haven't seen him in 2 days now, it is a right the Prefect 4 have to inquire about who ever and whatever we please" There, he whips his bat up near the side of Cheslock's head, rousing tension from the other Violet Wolves. "I vowed to never use violence again... You wouldn't want to taste the meaning of breaking that vow... would you?"
Ciel decides to meet Sebastian in the library of the Sapphire Owl dorm. "Psst, Sebastian" the one eyed adolescent starts, "we need to talk" The two found an isolated place to discuss their current position and plan on their next move. "I'd like to know how things went with Agares" "It didn't, quite frankly master" Sebastian starts with a slight shrug, "I found him complaining about the need to discuss Gregory Violet with Dr. Watkins, though the doctor has not been available for a couple of days. He also complained Dr. Watkins has failed to write and file a report on Violet's fatal illness. In addition, Agares sent a message to Violet's family concerning their son's terminal illness, however are away in some foreign country doing business, so the message never made it to the parents".
"Interesting" Ciel says, trying to think this over. "Weren't you able to go farther than that?" Sebastian just shakes his head, "he was a bit upset, and imposing would create suspicion I felt". But now Ciel thought of something he hadn't before. "Dr. Watkins! Suppose he has done reports of Derek's health? I'm quite sure Derek wasn't fully fit the whole 5 years in school, and if there were any increase of irregular health issues, we may gain our first real lead" Sebastian nods with a smile, knowing exactly what Ciel was about to command, "Sebastian, go recover Derek's health records for examination" "Consider it done, master"...
At this point, the Violet students were without the choice to choose whether or not the other Prefects could come in. They make their way to Gregory's room, no one being pleasant company to one and another, Cheslock knocks to get permission in. However, there was no sound. Cheslock opens the door and enters... only to find... "HE'S GONE! HE'S GONE, HE'S GONE!" Everyone rushes in to see a very panicky fag checking in the bathroom, closets, anywhere that was a space. "What do you mean he's gone?!" Edgar exclaims, seeing Violet's bed himself, it was empty.
"He's been kidnapped!" Marcel screams aloud, "M-Maybe he's been transferred!" yells another, "Is he dead?!" shouts another. Common sense did not resonate with any of these individuals... Redmond though, couldn't help but get inspired. He somehow envisions this scenario as a scene in his supposed to be "short" novel. Everyone runs out, calling for Gregory's name, and seeking him high and low.
Up a walkway from an outdoor upper story, Sebastian can see the new hype taking place, and so does Agares. Violet students are hopping, leaping and zipping around, over and through every site on campus. It doesn't take long for the students of Scarlet Fox, Green Lion and even Sapphire Owl to follow suit. Things were beginning to look like a mad house all over again. "Good lord" starts the void of soul VP, "What could it be this time?" Sebastian says nothing, his goal is to visit the infirmary. Agares decides to head out and investigate the madness. He further complains as he approaches the stair rail. "I swear it's becoming a regul-AAAAAAH!" "Agares! Look out!" Sebastian was too late. The Vice Principal had already elaborately tumbled his way down stairs, landing harshly atop his cranium. "Sorry, sorry, sorry..." "Agares, are you-" "No need" the VP stands on his feet, as a stream of blood trickles down his forehead, as usual. "Now, to get to the bottom of this shenanigan..." are his last, calm words...
Sebastian ignores the plight of the students as he has a mission of his own to attend to. The demon makes his way to the medical facilities, noticing some discussion was going on in the doctor's office. He slips quietly and carefully to the door, able to decipher one voice; that voice... it was Gregory Violet.
Gregory was seated, while telling the doctor what had happened in the recent days up 'til now. "You informed me the bleeding was a form of an ailment known as cancer, and that I'm due to expire... However, this morning, I woke with no abdominal pain, and the bleeding is nearly gone" Dr. Watkins stares a bit, totally bewildered by this information. "When did I tell you any of this?" he asks as if he couldn't remember, "Uh... maybe three days ago, not too sure..." Gregory quitely answers, as Dr. Watkins tries to think. "Impossible" he starts off, "I wasn't even present and-" then it hits him...
"OOOh, I forgot, I had Orville to fill in for me while I took care of business from last week" he gives a slight chuckle before explaining. "You must have spoken with Dr. Orville Watkins, my younger identical twin. He'll occasionally fill in for me when I'm absent. He's a bit of an extremist when it comes to... various issues. Mind his diagnosis until I perform a check up on you" Dr. Watkins say as he approaches a table with several utensils, "He didn't check your physical being in any way, I assume" Gregory doesn't know what that meant, and so, shakes his head. "Well then, change into this, and then come lie on my counter over here" the Violet Prefect did not like where this was going. He had a right to. However, part of regulations is to never disobey or rebut medical officials and authorities. With the way things are, the only way to refuse authority is if you've already been assaulted in some way.
Gregory takes the thin gown behind a screen where he changes. It was beyond awkward to not have his cloak, and even more so, feel so naked. He come and lies on the unpleasantly cold and hard counter, as asked of him, though his legs are closed tightly together. Dr. Watkins laughs as he puts on his mask and surgical gloves. Violet had read enough fictions to make some very disturbing thoughts come to mind about how this would all end.
Watkins returns with a strange, long thin tool. "Relax... separate your legs please" he asks. Gregory's heart is beginning to pound. "Bu-but si-ir?" the Prefect stammers with fear, "Violet... now. Don't make me drag this to the Vice Principal" says the now dreading doctor, scaring Violet out of his mother wits. He just knew he was gonna get hurt. Really bad. Gregory couldn't resist, it would mean so much trouble. His breathing quickens, he had no choice but to comply. Dr. Watkins manually pulls his legs further open and lifts the gown up some. The young patient is trembling a lot right now, just waiting for it...
"Hmmm, what have we here?" Dr. Watkins says to himself. Violet gives a loud gasp as... the doctor begins to "examine" his genitalia. Dr. Watkins sees something pretty foreign to him, though he's heard of it from some time ago. He uses his utensil to further probe his subject. Violet grips the counter's sides, feeling the sharpness of the cold metal poking around very sensitive flesh. He gives another yelp, after feeling a second thing, this felt like a latch or clamp of some sort, stretching certain folds. His legs jolt and close in an instant. "D-Doctor" His low voice trembles, "p-please! W-What are you d-doing?" "I instructed you to be still and silent..." Dr. Watkins say with a very irritated voice, taking one of Gregory's legs, "you leave me with no other option..." The physician then pulls up something from underneath the counter, and snaps Gregory's leg to it. He does the same for the other leg, as well as his arms and wrists.
"Doc!-... P-Please-!" "Violet please cooperate!" Dr. Watkins scolds, "This is for your own good... If I were to just report what I see here... you'd be expelled! Now let me finish, so we can better understand your... position..." Gregory was so scared. His breathing quickens as he looks about randomly, as if wanting to scream for help. However, his fright gets the best of him, and he's not able to say a thing.
Dr. Watkins however continues his work, causing serious discomfort to the Prefect. Sebastian heard quite a bit and wondered if he should report this. However, something keeps him from doing so... Gregory felt some strange sensations as the doctor kept probing. He would see the doctor stop occasionally to write something down. But then, he sees two really strange mechanisms being carried over. "This will hurt just a little... warning" Watkins warns, "there will be some discomfort, but there's no real pain". Watkins then takes his two fingers, massages and thrusts them in and out the frontal interior of Gregory's genitals, making his patient squeal from certain sensations. Right after though, Gregory feels the fingers pull away, and a brutally cold something clamp tightly to the very sensitive membranes of his genitalia.
He gives a loud gasp, as the pace of his heart increases. It gets worst, he then feels a narrow instrument being stabbed into his miserably clamped genitalia, making him scream some. But after some pretty painful maneuvering of the instrument, it being begins to expand, stretching open some sort of opening of Gregory's, initially unknown to him. The discomfort and slight pain finally makes him scream loudly, "Ahhhh! What are you doing to me?!" "Violet, please relax!" the doctor starts, "This procedure is very tedious and one wrong move, increases the chance of injury! Now please relax" "But you're hurting me!" Gregory exclaims, "please stop! PLEASE!"
Watkins ignores the pleas and continues, by then he inserts a thick tube into his tormented patient, who's yelling even more so as Gregory feels the tube forced deeper and deeper inside. Though he really couldn't move, his whole body stiffens and trembles, the urge to scream again was there, but this time he couldn't let it out. The fact that his legs were raised and locked in a way the gown blocked his view, was maddening. To his own luck, it was better that way. If he actually saw the procedure in hand, he'd have had cardiac arrest by now.
Dr. Watkins actually was already very convinced with his initial theory, but needed to do this as validation. "Ah... just as I thought" he says to himself. He takes a large syringe and inserts it into the tube, filling his subject's internal cavity, allowing him to easily scrape the inner walls of his subject's... eh, foreign organ. The feeling of fluid filling his insides, and instruments probing around in him grew painful to Violet, all of which earns Dr. Watkins a nice long, loud scream from his patient. "Shhh, please relax!" he scolds Gregory again. Poor boy, he goes some minutes feeling that doctor messing around his insides; scraping and scratching around through the tube inserted into him. Lastly, there was the feeling of something being drawn out of his body, he shrieks some in discomfort.
After that moment, the fluid is flushed out, the tube is retracted, and the clamp was released from his patient. A cool, soothing towel is applied, gently cleaning his patient off. "Violet, I-" Dr. Watkins pauses, looking into the teen's face. He was in tears. "I apologize for putting you through this" the doctor starts, un-clamping his arms and legs, "it can be a bit traumatizing if you don't understand the procedure... Use this padding in your underpants. You may experience some very slight bleeding after all of that. Go re-dress, and I'll explain everything once you return..."
Gregory is not in a good place. He felt completely violated; he totally lost trust in the man operating on him, and doesn't put it past the physician at all he'd would trick him into something even worse. He had it in mind to take off and get help. But... something tells him otherwise. Slowly, he gets off the counter and re-dresses. After a couple of minutes, he warily meets the doctor in the lab. "I hope... your explanation justifies your actions well..." says the low, shaken voice of the Prefect. "My father would stop at nothing to have your head for tormenting me..." Dr. Watkins looks back at him with a slight chuckle, "come in, lad. Have a seat" he acts as if he didn't hear a word from Violet. Gregory steps in, his hurt and anguish is there and the doctor thought he knew what to say.
"Did my brother examine you at all?" He asks, Gregory only shakes his head slightly, "That's the problem. How would he have known that blood was cancerous unless he examined the conditions producing it?" "But why use such invasive procedures to diagnose the problem in the first place?" Violet asks, not quite following his doctor. Dr. Watkins takes a moment, and then starts explaining himself, "when you told me about this, bleeding, and how it ended, I was left with one conclusion. A conclusion that would instantly expel you with grave disgrace from Weston. The procedure I used to evaluate your condition is known as "hysteroscopy". The moment I begun examination... I was even more confound. Confound to say that I've never actually met an individual like yourself..."
Dr. Watkins then lifts up a small tray containing watered down blood. "This was removed from the inner wall of an organ you have, that I as well as your friends are without... This bleeding is a natural occurrence which will happen in periods at a time" Gregory raises his brow, not really understanding any of this. "This is menstrual blood, lad..." Watkins says, Gregory's usually small, slanty eyes grow as large as eggs... or, ovaries is his case. "No..." was his first response to the doctor, "... no... impossible... How... how can that be? I'm a man, I'm no girl..." "Don't be... too alarmed" Dr. Watkins tries to say, "I'm... not sure how to bring this to you, but please don't freak out... You are a man, but in appearance." Doc says, Gregory though, still in shock.
"Your... sexuality is not... not what you may have been told. At first glance of your... uh, genitalia, I immediately assumed you were a girl, until further examining showed they'd actually be labeled as "ambiguous". I'm not sure if your parents ever, explained sexuality to you, or-" "They did" says a quiet, shaken teen, "they told me I was different, and that... I... I didn't "develop" properly" saying that made Gregory feel less in some way, and his eyes instantly glasses up, "I... I was told then that I would never be able to father children of my own". Tears fall from the youth's porcelain face, and the doctor, felt his answer would cheer him some. "Maybe not fathering a child... but perhaps you could, mother a child" Violet eyes go wide as he gasps, then stares deeply into the physician's sky blue eyes.
"There is something... well a condition known as "intersex", view it as a "third" or "another" sex/gender. People born with this, have sexual characteristics or qualities that isn't fully male or female, and in the extremely rare cases, neither. In your case, what I believed happened is during your mother's pregnancy, you probably were going to be born female. However, your physical characteristics changed to male, but your sexual organs didn't get the chance to change properly or at all. From when you were young, you never knew, but now you're older, it has finally surfaced. This menstruation only means you have an active uterus, and ovaries. It happens every month or so to expel unfertile ovum... it still isn't like a female's, but having those organs makes you, neither male nor female, thus "intersex"".
Dr. Watkins can see it; though the boy is calm, you could see tears forming. "Don't be upset... its not a disease. Okay? A few people are born with non-male/female sexes and they live normal, happy lives. And no matter what, you can assign your gender as male or female, and identify with that... okay, lad?" He pats Gregory's shoulder, as the watery eyes release tears. "Th... thank you, doc..." Gregory says, slowly walking from Dr. Watkins' touch and to the door. He pauses, and slightly looks back, "please doctor... please don't report this to the Vice Principal. My parents are quite proud of my position in college. I can't have anything to jeopardize all they've invested..." Dr. Watkins gives a silent nod, "I won't tell a soul..."
Sebastian sees Gregory was about to leave and so darts away, before getting caught. He looks at the teen from a distance, with a questioning look. He didn't hear a lot of what went on in the office, but he heard enough. The kind of "half-heard it" enough that would wreak certain havoc.
Gregory got the same feeling from when he was first diagnosed with cancer, and told he would expire. Okay, its not quite that bad, since he learned he isn't dying. But this was embarrassing to him. 'Its no wonder I was told I'd never father children...' He thinks to himself. He slowly drags himself through campus grounds, noticing the commotion and tries to keep away from it. There were still some minimal pain and sensation from the operation he could feel as he was walking.
Sebastian spots Ciel and calls him to the side. "Young master, there are some very serious issues going on where this school is concerned" he starts, "I did not retrieve any health records on Derek Arden on the account of my discovery..." "What discovery?" Ciel inquires the smirking demon, "I wasn't able to hear everything... but remember the fatal condition of Violet's? The doctor revealed it was menstruation..." Ciel instantly has a devious grin on his face. "Blackmail" He starts, "Finally, something like this would be of great use... Where is Violet now?" Sebastian points Gregory out, allowing Ciel to be the one to catch him.
"I found Violet!" The poor Prefect is nearly trampled by stampede of Violet Wolves coming to greet him. "BOSS! YOU'RE BACK!" A certain fag tackles him to the ground with his crazed grin. "Where were you?!" "You disappeared!" shouts another, "aren't you still sick?!" goes the other. The Prefects arrive shortly, helping the very overwhelmed youth to his feet. "Gregory! You're... alive" Edgar says with bright, crimson eyes. Gregory says nothing, only shrugs and dips his head down. "I'm fine" Violet quietly speaks, "I...-" "Where were you?!" Cheslock all but dives on him again, "I looked in your room this morning and you were gone!" "You had been asleep for two, maybe three days... we were starting to believe we lost you" Marcel adds.
"There you are... Violet" says a distant voice. The Violet Prefect looks to his side, seeing the Prefect of Sapphire Owl walking up. "Bluer?" Violet says silently. "You're alive..." Lawrence's first response, "you may never know the relief I feel now, seeing you alive and seemingly quite well...". Gregory only nods, not wanting to talk much. He's so overwhelmed by everyone and everything. He couldn't help but notice Lawrence's new facial decoration *the eye patch*. If he cared, he'd ask.
"Please pardon me, gentlemen" the Violet Wolf leader starts, "I... this morning I visited the doctor, after seeing the disappearance of the bleeding and pain, only to receive... chilling news..." Everyone instantly gasps in sudden shock, "Don't tell me you're dying again, boss! You just came back to life, dammit!" Cheslock sounds off again. It was strange that Gregory chose this individual out of all the students of Purple House to be his fag. "It's not fatal... but... I found out that... I... I do have a condition. And, its a bit worrisome..." Gregory wants so much to pull away from everyone and think his whole life over. However, Fate seems to have other plans for him.
"What matters is you're alive... and even more so, you'll live" Edgar says, quite endearing and places an arm around the shorter Prefect's shoulders. "Come Violet" Edgar whispers, "we all need a word with you at the Swan Gazebo" "And discuss some recent events," Herman adds, swinging his bat onto his shoulder. Gregory was without choice. He had to go, and it was clear on his face he did NOT want to do this.
At the Swan Gazebo, everyone was there, seated where they please... well, Herman stood lifting his weights... getting hot and sweaty... and smelly. Gregory was sitting, drawing out some kind of sketch, pondering the best way out of discussing anything regarding his health. He looks up to see Ciel was accompanying Clayton. "Why is the bookworm back?" Cheslock asks the question Gregory was thinking, "he was privileged to accompany us due to a gesture Bluer deemed quite worthy" Clayton's answer almost seemed rehearsed. Considering he's a "bookworm", he may have.
"Now with more important issues," Edgar starts it off, "tell us exactly what the doctor said, before getting to matters concerning our dorm activities" "Yes I'm quite curious" Herman adds, finally putting the weights down for the moment and joins the conversation. Gregory doesn't look up at anyone, he continues to draw. This creates some strange dead air. "Violet...?" Edgar says again, "... I rather discuss other matters" Gregory replies, continuing his sketching. Lawrence had the feeling his presence could be creating some sort of discomfort/distrust for the Violet Prefect.
"I usually don't do this," Bluer starts, "But.. one reason I'm here is to... apologize for my actions this past week. I was angered by you not showing the other day or so, and... my choice of words were... I suppose harsh..." Gregory stops and looks over at Lawrence, "with the exception of Mr. Agares, I... never visited you when you were bedridden. Seeing you in bed was hard after my harsh scolds, and I only wanted to evade facing accusation for supposedly causing your death... Please forgive me". It took a lot for a man of Bluer's status to express himself in an apology, and everyone saw that. Gregory looks back at his work and starts to draw again, "apology accepted" he quietly replies.
Edgar knew something is eating Gregory. He knew Violet was hiding something, and must be something pretty bad. He just didn't know how to make it come out. "What's really wrong?... You know you can tell us" Edgar eagerly edges Gregory into saying so. "Well... it's private... um" Then he gets an idea, "if you desperately must know, I learned I'm with a urinal ailment in which, um, the bladder bleed-" "Okay! We heard enough" everyone unanimously exclaims. They didn't expect to hear a nasty potty story, nor did they want to. Gregory was so relieved and felt he had that put behind himself.
As Gregory continues to draw, Herman had to see a peek of what Gregory was drawing, and it looked disturbing. In a swift, agile move, "What are you drawing, Violet?" he swipes the paper away, eyes quickly ravishing the charcoal stained canvas. "GIVE THAT BACK!" Violet shouts, darting over to snatch it back, but Herman effortlessly pushes him off, stretching his other hand upward and out of Gregory's reach. "WHAT THE FUCK?! Give it back to boss now! BASTARD!" Cheslock tries to get in it, only to get knocked down to the ground by the mighty Green Lion. After a millisecond of a glance, Herman's face lights up a bright red, and he swiftly hands the page back to Violet, who hides it in an instant.
"How dare you! That's an invasion of privacy..." Gregory shouts, his face filled with flush as well. Ciel had been pretty quiet, and struggles to not laugh. Herman sits down with his heart pounding out of his waistcoat. Edgar and Lawrence were in shock. So were the others. "W-What... what exactly did he draw?" Edgar reasonably questions, "Something for a uh..." Gregory tries to answer before Herman would and say something unsavory, and somehow, that gives him another idea. "Someone in the Violet dorm used to study the human anatomy in medical school, and I decided to do some artwork based on old manuscripts of his. Afterwards, we were struck with inspiration to... do work fusing various body parts as a new artistic approach..."
That already was chilling to hear, putting everyone to the edge of their seats. Ciel closely listens. He knew there was something to this especially estranged weirdo, but didn't know how deep it went. Though he had an assignment to focus on, he wants to know more about this eccentric. After seeing the shock riddle on everyone's face, Gregory calmly continues, his calm frankly adds to the sudden eerie mood, "I found myself captivated by my new, deformed creations of the human anatomy... As I played around with it more... I found myself... creating... new sexes..." All eyes widen up... A LOT. This even scares Cheslock shitless. "Y-You never mentioned this before, boss" The Violet fag states, clearly disturbed.
Ciel now wishes he wasn't here. All he knew of anything pertaining to "sexuality", was that it was an adult issue, not to be mentioned around kids. He holds his breath, waiting on a surprise sex ed he was NOT prepared for. "Well" Gregory says, now posing a question, "It made me think... if such a thing is to exist, what would your opinons be regarding someone that is... both male and female... or is asexual?"...
Oh... my... god... D8 Did he really just ask that?! Its like what Bill Cosby says, "kids say the darnest things" XD And that's pretty darn in my opinion. bion teens will say stupid stuff to get out of trouble or something, just like tikes! And yes, the doctor scene is not what you'd call "getting kinky", it's kinda to wet your appetites... oh alright... I'm sorry... This fic was gonna get too long so, the NEXT chapter is where things go kinky. REALLY KINKY and LEMONY and LIMEY! 8D I PROMISE! No lie this time! XD
So yep, Gregory's an intersex! 8O it sure explains his make up... not just the cosmetics, but make up meaning "what makes up Gregory Violet"... get it? *bad joke* But really, something like that would explain everything about Gregory, and how cool would it be if he were intersex. The real reality however is this was to uplift my friend who learned he's an intersex as well. I chose Gregory cuz... it so befits him :I I think I'm the first to write about an intersexual... probably on :D I definitely am the first in the Black Butler fanfiction world...
Anyway, enough yappin' tell me what you think. Next chap too is also more focused on Edgar early on. REVIEWS REVIEWS REVIEWS PLZ! Can't get enough of'em :D
~GNXmike
