Black Butler:
The Taking of Grell Sutcliffe
By Axel Ingleson
Disclaimer: Black Butler and its characters do not belong to me. Nor am I making any money from this fanfic.
-Chapter 04-
Sebastian was serving tea to Ciel when Grell came running up to him and grabbed his shoulder, causing the tray to go flying. Sebastian leapt, gracefully, into the air, and caught the errant tea tray so perfectly that not a drop was spilt.
"Sebas-chan!" Grell cried out, urgently. "I need your advice. Grim asked me to marry him. I don't know if I should. After all, I'm unclean. I was…"
"Ciel doesn't need to hear such things," Sebastian reminded Grell as he quickly covered his master's ears.
"Please, Sebas-chan!" Grell begged. "What should I do?"
"The one who defiled you," Sebastian asked, quietly. "Was he an angel?"
"Yes," Grell emoted. "Wh- why?"
"You might be pregnant," Sebastian suggested. "If I were you, I'd accept that proposal, just in case."
"I don't know if I'd want a baby that didn't come from you or Grim-chan," Grell admitted. "I came here for answers, and I'm leaving with more questions instead. Thanks for nothing, Sebas-CHAN!"
Sebastian watched Grell stomp off in a huff while Ciel finally managed to pull the demon butler's hands off of his ears.
"What was that all about?" Ciel demanded.
"It wasn't for your tender ears, my lord." Sebastian apologized.
"In other words, you're not going to tell me."
"No, my lord."
Ciel slapped Sebastian and walked off. He hated it when his butler kept secrets from him. And what had Grell meant about being unclean? The usually flamboyant Reaper had seemed rather subdued. He had been still wound up with anxiety, but his eyes seemed almost vacant.
Standing at the edge of a cliff as the water washed over the rocks below, Grell pointed his chainsaw toward himself, determined to rid himself of whatever the fallen angel had put inside of him. He trembled as his finger reached the button… and hesitated. He couldn't do it. Try as he might, he could not bring himself to end the life that Sebastian hinted might be now growing inside him.
"I'm sorry," he said, lowering his chainsaw. "It wasn't your fault you ended up with a fallen angel for a father instead of a respectable demon like Sebastian or a decent Reaper like Grim."
He looked down at the chainsaw and realized that it now disgusted him. With no further regard, he tossed it off the cliff and walked away.
Grim was attending to a body that had just been brought into his shop when Grell ran in and hugged him.
"We've got to get married," Grell pleaded. "And we can't wait. It's got to be today."
"Don't you want to think it over," Grim asked, wondering what had made Grell change his mind so quickly.
"There's no time for that," Grell exclaimed. "Sebas-chan says I might be pregnant. I have to get married today!"
