A/N Argh, short chapter is short, I know, but this was basically to set up the next one. So it would seem you guys want Grace and Grell to get back together? *strokes chin thoughtfully* I'll keep that in mind, my darlings, and maybe I'll be able to spin a somewhat happy ending after all. Ah, almost forgot! After this story, Lady Kalam and I are going to write a collaborative, stand alone piece entitled A Tale of Two Shinigami. Keep an eye out for it, my duckies~ That means this story marks the end of our time with Grace and Grell, by the way, but it's been a good time, yes? I don't own Kuro. Enjoy!
Chapter 7: The Demoness, Reuniting
I heard it at the last moment; the familiar roar of an engine. Whirling around, I managed to throw myself out of the death scythe's path at the very last moment. My shoulder connected painfully with the brick of the chimney I had been perched near, but I ignored it as I glared hard at my former lover.
"Grell, it's been quite a while, hasn't it?" I said, feeling my mouth curl into a smirk. "I assume you haven't forgotten about me. That would be rather depressing."
"Grace, I could never forget you," he replied, prying his scythe from the shingles of the roof, where it had lodged. Blinking up at him innocently, I sauntered over and put my hand over his, hoping to come across as seductive.
"That's good, then," I murmured, moving my fingers up to play with the sleeve of his coat. "We can continue where we left off. I have missed you quite a bit, love." I might as well have given him the chance to rid himself of that whore...
"We both know you don't simply want that," he pointed out, regarding me with those yellow-green eyes I used to love. "That's not to say I haven't missed you as well." I leant up on my toes so I was closer to his face. His response was quite promising, after all.
"Tell me what I want, if you know so much about me," I challenged, flashing the redhead a flirtatious wink. "I'm dying to hear this."
"I expect you'll want me to kill Adrienne and Rose," Damn, it wasn't working...I thought I'd be able to talk him into it! I was wearing my heart on my sleeve, and he was ignoring it. Well, it was no use fighting a lost cause. I swiftly pulled away from him and strolled to the edge of the roof, casting him a demure smile over my shoulder.
"Ooh, so you do know me. But...I take it you won't do it? You disappoint me, Grell. I thought I could hold you to your word but it would seem you honestly don't give a damn about it or me. Did she ever gain revenge with you? Did she commit unspeakable murders with you? No? I didn't think so." My anger was starting to show through my façade; it was getting much harder to stay under control, but I had to try. "I loved you more than you'll ever know. I still do, in fact, which is why I need to do this." My voice was rising and shaking with fury as I spun around to face him.
"Grace, I can't let you kill her or Rose," I clenched my fists, feeling the heat rise in my face.
"Well, that's too bloody bad! This is all your fault! We wouldn't be in this mess if you hadn't broken your promise! I wouldn't have to do this if you hadn't betrayed me and given yourself to her! IF I CAN'T HAVE YOU, NO ONE WILL!" With that, I lunged for him, plunging my hand in my coat to retrieve my collection of throwing knives; to my suprise, the man I loved lunged for me as well, starting his death scythe once more.