Hey guys! Sorry I haven't updated in a few weeks, Anime Boston was intense and amazing! And I had wicked writer's block with this one... Anyways, here's the next chapter. Please review! I love seeing what you guys think :) Thanks!


Sebastian ran over rooftops, carrying Grell to the Undertaker's. He had to save him. Risking a glance down at the reaper, Sebastian felt something that was almost like a twinge of guilt when he saw the redhead's injuries. "Are you awake yet?" He asked quietly.

When Grell didn't respond, the demon sighed and continued running.

A few minutes later, the Undertaker opened the door to his shop, his face grave. Ciel sat atop a coffin lid, looking slightly uneasy at being surrounded by skeletons and corpses. "Sebastian!" he said, relief evident in his voice. "Good. Do you have the girl? I've been sitting here for a while now, having to put up with this fool trying to measure me for a coffin!"

Sebastian carried Grell into the shop, setting him down gently in an unoccupied coffin. The Undertaker began to check his fellow reaper's pulse and other vitals, tsking under his breath.

"No, my Lord. She is a witch of some sort and cast an enchantment on me. It was what made me perform such revolting tasks with that redheaded fiend that you were unfortunate enough to witness. It was only your orders to bring all of us back alive that allowed me to stop my body from killing him," Sebastian explained.

"So you do not actually harbor any feelings for that reaper in any way?" Ciel demanded.

He knew what his master wanted to hear, but he also knew what he felt. If he had any choice, he would tell his master the lie, the thing he wanted to hear. However, the contract made it so he must tell the truth. "Young master, if you will excuse my saying this, but I do feel... as though that reaper and I have a bond of some sorts. I think it may be from the time spent in each other's bodies, even if it was for such a short amount of time."

Ciel was silent for a moment. thinking over this new information. "I thought demons cannot have emotion?"

At that point, Grell moaned and stretched out one arm, his eyes flickering open. "Sebby? Are you there?"

The demon grabbed Grell's arm and helped him sit up, stepping back as soon as he was sure the reaper would not topple out of the coffin. The redhead looked about him, blinking in confusion. When he saw Sebastian, he squeaked and looked away, his face turning faintly pink. It took him a moment, but when he did look back at his demon, he remembered what happened before he fell unconscious. He felt shame and guilt prick at the back of his mind, thinking about how Sebastian had only acted like he loved Grell because of a spell.

"Well?" Ciel demanded of Sebastian, ignoring the grim reaper.

"No, demons are said to be incapable of such emotions as love and caring for others. Even when demons mate, it is done out of the duty of prolonging out species' existence and for personal pleasure. None of it is done out of love." Sebastian said, not looking at one particular redheaded reaper.

His master nodded, and then turned his attention to Grell. "Do you hear that, reaper? He cannot possibly return your vile emotions. It is in his nature not to. Now I expect for both of you to get back to work, and no more fighting each other. Sebastian, this is an order: do not become affected by this creature's enchantments again. Kill her, but if you can do so safely, bring her back so I can question her."

The demon butler bowed and then held out a hand to help Grell up from the coffin. "I can get out myself, thank you," he huffed. "And don't forget, brat. I am only helping you because William sent me to take care of this case as well. I have every intention of killing her, so don't get your hopes up she'll come back alive."

The pair left the Undertaker's shop, and silently, began to walk around, looking for Morgana. Sebastian wanted to tell Grell that what Ciel said was not exactly true, that somehow, despite it being nearly impossible, he felt like he wanted to become closer with the reaper, but he had no clue how.

"Do you know how I became a reaper?" Grell asked suddenly, still not looking at Sebastian. "I was in a relationship, and living with the man I loved. He had dark hair and was tall, stoic, and strong. He would take good care of me, and loved to show me off to his friends when they came over for dinner. He would have me sit on the arm of his chair, and he would stroke my hair and legs."

"Grell, I-"

"No. Shut up. He decided that I wasn't good enough, though, and that I didn't wear enough color. We did not have much money, so I could only afford clothes of the most dullest cloth in greys and browns, to save on the expense. He told me I had to wear something bright the next time his friends came over, and he gave me money to buy something nice. He never did that, and he knew we couldn't afford it. But someone important was coming over that night and I had to look my best. Knowing he liked it best when I was a woman, I had bought a white dress with red around the sleeves and neckline, and my lover told me when I came home that it was too plain, but his friend was there. He was tall, and had sandy blond hair. There was a long, thin scar over his eyebrow, and he had the faintest accent that I couldn't place until after I became a reaper."

Sebastian was captivated, he had no idea what the point of this story was, but he could not help but stare at the redheaded reaper as he told the story of his death.

"It was Italian. My lover owed an Italian group several thousand pounds worth of gold. He had used it to buy opium and whores. The man demanded his money, and my lover shoved me forward, saying that I was worth twice as much as what he owed, and he expected to be paid the extra amount in money. I was horrified, and tried to fight, I actually managed to knock my lover out. The Italian was too strong, though and he held my arms behind my back. He was enjoying my resistance. He told me I did not have enough color on me. My hair he liked, and the bits of red on my dirty dress, so he took out a small knife and began to carve into my flesh, painting me in blood. I somehow fought with him and killed him, but I died of blood loss soon after. The reaper who reaped me saw that I was capable of being a reaper, and made me one. He said that I would be a great reaper" Grell sighed, and ran his hands under his eyes, hiding the fact that his makeup was running.

"Grell, I do not mean to be insensitive, but what was the reason of you telling me this?" Sebastian asked quietly.

The redhead smiled and said "So you know that I know what it feels like to be used. I was not okay with it then, but I am now. I have told you before that I love you, Sebastian. I would do whatever I can to become closer to you, even if it was only physically, out of the hopes that one day, against all odds, you would feel something for me, too."

Sebastian turned to Grell and grabbed his shoulder's. "What I told Ciel was the truth, that demons are not supposed to feel love, but that is not in their nature. We are told to not feel for anyone for our own self-preservation."

Grell stared at him, uncomprehendingly. "Okay..."

"For the love of..." Sebastian leaned forward and pressed his lips against the smaller man's, pulling him close.