The truth games 4
"Took you long enough, William and Grell." Came Father over the speakers. "You're lucky you got here just in time for our second exercise." William and Grell joined the other reaper pairs, who were lined up on the other side of the hall, like the beginning of a horserace. Ronald was trying desperately to hold back his smirk, though what he was smirking at William wasn't too sure.
"If your partner is injured" Father explained, "They may not be able to run from danger. This exercise is to show that you must be faithful to your partner, even if it costs you speed in what would normally be a solo escape."
What is he going to make us do now? William thought, straining to hear.
"This 'game' will be a relay- a race to the end. The fastest will get extra points on their final report. In this race, one partner will hold the other partner on their back 'piggy-back' style. If you do not make it to the end of the hall in 30 seconds, you lose points. It is up to you which partner will 'top' and which will 'bottom'. Get yourselves ready, now."
William flinched at the innuendo he heard that he was sure Father didn't mean to imply. As much as he detested the words 'being bottom', he sure as hell wasn't getting a piggy-back ride from Grell. For what seemed like the hundredth time he asked himself how he came to deserve such torture.
He looked over to Grell, motioning for Grell to climb onto his back, both begrudgingly and impatiently, flinching only a little when the red-haired reaper's green eyes lit up.
Grell ran over and flung himself onto William's back, making the black-haired shinigami stagger with the impact force. This was NOT one of his most comfortable positions. Eventually, he regained his balance enough to line himself up with the other pairs.
At such close quarters, William noticed some things he hadn't noticed before about his partner. He could see now that, despite his previous thoughts, Grell's hair was naturally the bright color that he saw. Also, it was softer, almost lighter, than it looked, draping over his shoulders as Grell leaned in, grasping his shoulders.
He wasn't surprised to feel nothing on the chest at his back, though many of his co-workers had other suspicions. After all, wearing heels and ladies' cloaks wasn't normal for a regular man, shinigami or otherwise.
William was interrupted from his thoughts by a voice whispering into his ear. "Do you like this, Willi-sama? Having F-U-N yet?"
Will flinched at the voice, knowing exactly to whom it belonged to. He hadn't even thought about the fact that Grell could whisper to him!
"Shut up, Sutcliff. Let's just get this over with."
"Oh, you're no fun!" Grell whined his reply.