Once they finished the giant omelet, Grell cut it into two and served them each a half of the omelet. "Ah, I'm like your aunt, teaching you all these things!"
"Aunt?" Alois questioned, but didn't think too much of it.
Grell took a bite, grinning. "Mm, it's perfect! Good job~!"
"Really? Haha… Another point for Alois!" He grinned, stuffing his face.
"Alois? Who's that?"
"Hm? I'm Alois, of course-" He suddenly paused. "You know, my parents probably want me home by now. I should start leaving. Heh…"
"Huh? Don't leave yet, please."
Sighing, Alois looked to Grell. "I'm Alois. Alois Trancy, head of the Trancy manor. You tried to kill me."
"I did? Huh. I try to kill a lot of people. I'm sorry about that. I won't try to kill you now. I've...I've always wanted a son. One that I've birthed myself, but of course, that's not possible. I've sadly had to collect a lot of children's souls. But unless your name is on my list, I won't."
"Hm? Well, I could be your nephew… I mean, think of all the things we'd be able to do together."
Grell instantly beamed. "Oh, I'm going to be an aunt! You must call me Auntie Grell! Ooh, I love the way that sounds!"
"Auntie Grell. Alright. It's been a while. Think I should go back now?"
"They'll probably come over here. You don't want to walk in on your dad's shagging, now do you?"
An image flashed into Alois's head, and he grimaced. "Nope. Not happening. What should we do then?"
"Hmm… What does an aunt do with her nephew? Pssh, and your father thought I'd hurt you. Hmm… Oh, we could paint our naisl!"
"I call purple!" Alois beamed. "Purple is an amazing color. Nothing can surpass purple. Purple is life…"
Grell giggled. "And I'll go with glittery red." Grell lead Alois into the living room, pulling out a huge container of nail polish, all in rainbow order. However, most of the nail polish was some shade of red.
Alois instantly grabbed the purple and began painting his nails.
"You're good at this! You've painted your nails before?" Grell said, painting each nail a glittery red.
"I do it regularly. Are you used to this?"
"I know everything about nails and fashion and paint my nails weekly. A woman must look nice for her man, no?"
Alois nodded a bit. "You keep talking as if there's somebody you want to impress. Is there someone special? I'm as good at matchmaking as I am at fashion, which is good."
"Well, there are two. William… Then there's this precious man. Ahh… He has amazing red eyes, my favorite color. Then he has soft black hair and wears a cute little tailcoat! Too bad he works for a brat."
"I can help you get one or the other. Easy as pie!" Alois grinned.
"Oh, they'd never want a woman like me, either one of them. Besides, who wants a man that constantly misgenders you?"
"Just use psycho-whatever it's called. Hypnosis, Aunt Grell! Don't worry, Alois will save the day once more!"
"I don't know… I mean, I want to have sex with them. A threesome with them would be ideal… But I don't want to date them. They call me a man. Then again, so does everyone else." Grell sighed.
"Hm… I'll find somebody else for you, then. I don't know how well I'll be able to fix this one, though…"
"They all call me a man. All I want is somebody to love me and call me 'm'lady' and beautiful and such."
There was a knock on the door. Grell stood and opened the door to reveal Eric, wearing his typical outfit but terribly wrinkled. His hair was disheveled and the cornrows at the side of his head were coming undone.
"Auntie Grell is amazing!" Alois beamed. "She taught me to cook, and then we painted our nails." He gave Grell a quick hug, then walked over to Eric. "I
Grell felt hot tears bead up in her eyes. This was the first time ever she had been called the correct pronouns.
"Auntie?" Eric stared at the red-headed "man."
"Yup. Grell's a woman, isn't she? So she's my aunt." Alois flashed Grell a smile. "Well then. Shall we leave?"
Eric nodded, kind of shocked by the entire situation. "Thank you, Grell," he muttered. Then Alois and Eric began walking back home.
"Hey, can I visit my friend Ciel tomorrow?"
"Sure."
Alois watched his father. "Could you at least have fixed your hair? It looks like you were in a fight with a rabid animal."
"Well, I was, in sorts." Eric grinned cockily. "Anyway, I didn't really care about how I looked. I just wanted to pick you up as fast as I could. Your Papa is asleep right now, wso we'll have to be quiet."
"How are you going to get the rest of the souls for Papa?"
"I've been killing women in sewing and knitting clubs. I will continue at night, when both of you are asleep. I will do anything to save him." Eric looked determined and near tears as he spoke. When his eyes began to water, he looked away quickly, hoping that his son wouldn't notice.
"Should I help in some way? I feel as if I should. Like, find souls for you?"
"I don't want you to get involved," Eric snapped. "You could get hurt. What I'm doing is very illegal. If I get caught, I'll either be executed by humans, demons or other shinigami. There's no doubt about it. I don't want that for you, too."
Alois nodded. He didn't want either Eric or Alan to die. He just met them, yet he knew that he cared for the both of them.