Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso

OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls

A/N: Hmmm… well it seems SOME people have figured it out XD Anyone else? =O Oh and at a point of a writer's block (it's at chapter… 13ish) so I was wondering if anyone wanted me to put any of their own OCs in? Just figured I'd ask while I'm ahead ^^ They'd be shinigamis though… so yeah ^^ (maybe other creatures too, but you'd have to talk to me about it first =3) So I hope you guys have been enjoying this. SORRY IF IT TOOK A WHILE TO POST THE NEXT CHAPTER! I've been busy and going back and forth publishing this story and then my homework was giving me a headache, plus I had a brain spark and couldn't stop writing for my other fanfic. That's all ^^ Well ENJOY! =D

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Grell's slowly look up, groaning as his eyes adjusted to the sunlight peering into the room… room? His head quickly lifted up till he felt his hangover, setting his head on the pillow and groaning. He'll be okay in a few more minutes, but he wished there was some water around so he could wash the remaining alcohol from his mouth. Taking slow movements, he lifted up his head again and looked around the room. The room was old, rotting everywhere and cobwebs in almost every corner. The only source of light was a small window leading out to the back of the building and the small crack coming from the door. There were two beds and equally large in size. The room must have been big to fit king-sized beds. Looking at the other bed he frowned, noticing the other boy who had passed out last night. "L-leon?" he called to him, gently lifting himself from the bed and staggering over to his.

The other boy slowly opened his eyes, groaning as he looked up to find Grell hovering over him. "O-oh Grell?" Leon raised an eyebrow, "W-where are we –"

"I don't know," he told him honestly as he stood up and walked over to the door, "but all I know is we have to get out of here, now."

"Alright, alright," the boy huffed as he walked over to Grell, "keep your shirt on."

"Not until I have you safely out of here –" Grell paused, quickly noticing that the door had been locked. "What?" he growled as he turned the knob again and again trying to open it. "I-it won't budge! –"

"Here let me try," Leon sighed as he pushed Grell over to the side and turned the knob. "Huh… you're right. They must have locked us in."

"Then we must escape!" Grell ran to the window, opening it and looking down. He quickly staggered back, noticing how high they were from the ground. He may be able to make it down, but he knew Leon wouldn't be able to if he were to survive the fall, then he would get into trouble with the other children. "O-okay… okay let's think of a plan –"

"Hold it," Leon held up his hand to Grell as he sat down on a bed, "Calm down. We'll get out of this okay? Nothing to worry about."

Grell stared at Leon as he set his head on the bed, groaning from his hangover and trying to close his eyes. Grell could only shake his head, knowing in the back of his mind that he was in a terrible situation… oh! "Right," he told himself, rushing over to the bed and grabbing his cap. His bag must have wandered into here if… it wasn't anywhere in the room. He sighed, putting his cap back on to hide his eyes and flopped a hand over his face. Whoever brought them here must have taken his bag, which had the only weapon of defense he had. He ran a hand through his hair, looking at his red bangs as he thought. "Okay Grell what did he say?" he thought aloud and ignoring the grumbling Leon made at him. He had decided to use most of the money David gave him to get drunk. Maybe that wasn't the best idea, but he had never seen a drunken person so he couldn't act it out. Next he was brought into this room… the room's number?... aw yes 666! Then Raven, aw yes it was Raven who brought them in there, and he said something… what did he say?... "Oh snap," he opened his eyes and gasped, he called him a shinigami! How did he know he was a shinigami! Unless… "Oh no…" he groaned, shifting in the bed and looking at the wall. Grell was in trouble now. That boy must be a demon for sure… so why didn't he eating him? Aren't demons notorious for gobbling up any soul they can find? Ugh, that must have been toying with him… the sick bastard. Leon would have to be right; they will have to wait till the person with the key came by and opened the door. Till then he will wait, wait patiently for the demon to come back to devour him.

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"Raven go scavenge for my next meal," an old man ordered from behind his desk, the boy bowing and walking down the hallway.

When he opened the door of RM 666 Raven found the two boys looking up from the beds, staring at him waiting for what he was going to say. "Well…" he sighed as he closed the door behind him and pulled his scarf closer to his mouth, "my master wants to see you. I will bring one, but the other will be locked in this room till further notice –"

"I'll go," Grell volunteered, hushing Leon with his hand as he stood foreword and came towards the demon. "I'm here for a reason, so let's get this over with."

Raven nodded and grabbed Grell by his arm, pulling him out of the room roughly and locking the door behind him. He kept a stern eye on the boy, a smirk slowly showing up on his face as he saw Grell wince. "You seem to have developed a little scratch on your arm," he smirked at him.

"Oh wouldn't you~ like to know demon~~" Grell sneered, glaring at him from behind his cap.

"Ah! I see you figured me out," Raven smirked, "but I will warn you, your death scythe won't save you now. Luckily for you my master's contract is almost over, so you may be able to go without sufferin –"

"Why haven't you eaten me yet?" Grell growled. "You're a demon. You eat souls. I know mine must smell delicious –"

"Because I am not contracted to you," he huffed. "You see little reaper, unlike some~ demons you may have come across I don't eat souls that I haven't earned. I like to work for my food… it's more fun that way," he chuckled lowly.

"You bastard," Grell huffed. "… Why would a demon like yourself contract themselves to gross –"

"Why?" Raven chuckled, "Why… I grew up that way, but honestly I'm getting tired of this. These souls of drunks and rapists aren't satisfying me at all –"

"W-wait drunks? Rapists?" Grell gulped. "W-what are you going to do –"

"It's not me, but my master's choice what he does with you," Raven explained, "and if I don't supply him every morn, then he can use me for his own pleasure. A pitiful soul really, trying to bring back his dead son by raping and killing others. A sick, twisted mind –"

"Yet you let him live," Grell huffed. "If it were me I would have slit his throat when I found out –"

"Well that's the difference between you and me shinigami," Raven smirked, "you evaluate souls and I devour them. The purer the soul the delicious the meal is. A beautiful concept, yes?" Grell glared at him, the demon shrugging back at him as he shoved Grell into a room. "Here he is master," Raven bowed.

"Good~" the man said, standing up and walking towards them, "You may go back to your duties demon." Raven nodded and closed the door behind him, locking it as he left and leaving Grell inside with the old man. Grell gulped, looking around the dark room and trying to figure out where he was. The room was an office, yet there was a king-sized bed over to the side. Sadly he didn't notice any windows, only the door that had been locked is his only way of escaping. The man ushered him over with a finger, sitting down on the bed and pouring out some red wine. "Come my boy~" he cooed, "Time is of the essence." Grell slowly walked towards him, taking the glass from his hand and sitting on the other side of the bed. "My, aren't you a beauty?" he smiled at him through crooked teeth. "You must have had a hard life, didn't you boy?"

"Y-you could say that," Grell shrugged, looking down at the wine hesitantly.

"If you don't drink the wine then I'll have to beat you," the old man said roughly before giving him another smile. Grell glanced over at him before bringing the glass to his lips, slowly drinking the wine before setting the glass down in his hand. He looked to the wall and made sure he wasn't being drugged, suddenly noticing his bag sitting against the wall atop his desk. Before he could think he felt a hand grace his face, boney fingers trailing up for his hat. "A lovely young boy like yourself shouldn't hide his eyes behind a hat," the man huffed, gripping the hat and throwing it off to the side. "You should show off your pretty little eyes to me boy. Raven has told me all~ about whom you are and I plan on making you my pet~~"

"W-whatever do you mean sir –"

"You are a reaper he said!" the old man huffed, "but if I keep your scythe then you can't kill me. Don't you love~ the principle? A human who doesn't die? Truly phenomenal in my opinion –"

"Perhaps," Grell interrupted him, "but if I don't kill you then someone else will. I'm not the one who –"

"Quiet boy," he growled in his ear, "I don't want to hear it." Grell gulped, watching as the man glugged down the wine in his glass and looking at the table. The old man was deep in thought, but Grell didn't want to know what. He sipped more of the wine. He had to come up with a way to escape with Leon or else he will end up dead. If this man knows he is a shinigami and knows about his death scythe, then Grell had a feeling that if his temper boiled just enough he wouldn't hesitate to kill him. He had a feeling he had taken his scythe out of his bag and had it hidden somewhere in the room. Where it was, Grell wished he could know. "My boy," the old man set his glass down, "aren't you done yet?"

Grell shrugged, "I always found a cup of wine a day to be pleasant in this~ young child's mind," he smiled to him, showing off his sharp teeth before hiding them back behind his lips. Perhaps he could find the contract the man had and use it to control him. Swirling the liquid in the glass he took a sip, biding his time as the man slowly got frustrated with his stalling.

Grell watched as his eyes turned towards the nightstand before snapping back at Grell. "You need to learn to respect your elders," the man huffed, opening the drawer and pulling out rope. Growling as the wine was thrown in the man's face; he snarled and tied Grell up by his hands and feet to the bed. Grell began to scream, a gag going over his mouth as the man slapped him in the face. "Shut up!" he commanded, Grell glaring at him as he stared back. The man went for his drawer again and pulled out Grell's death scythe, his eyes widening as he tried to inch away. "Awwww~ I see what you meant demon," he chuckled, holding the blade up to Grell's throat. "Now, will you be a good~ boy or will I have to use your little weapon here?" Reluctantly Grell nodded, biting down on his bottom lip and feeling blood roll into his mouth as he tried to fight back tears. "Now hold still," the old man said roughly as he startled Grell's hips, "and you won't be killed… yet." Grell closed his eyes as he heard the man's trousers unzip, whimpering as he felt hands along his body and pressing down on his pants.

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Grell shivered on the bed, his clothes having been discarded to the side by the old man as he lay on the bed panting. The old man already fell asleep, unknowing that Grell finished untying the rope around his hands and legs as he slowly slid off the bed. He grabbed for his clothes, slipping them back on quickly as he rushed over to his bag and looked inside. He sighed with relief, seeing his doll sitting contently at the bottom of the bag. He snuck over to the nightstand and carefully opened the drawer, making sure it didn't make a squeak as he opened it. He gulped, grabbing the scythe and closing the drawer slowly. Then he hastily walked over to the door and opened it, using the skills he had learned on the streets to open the door with a piece of barbed wire he had in his bag.

Closing the door behind him Grell made sure no one was around as he crept to the other end of the hallway, opening the room that had the number 666 next to the door. He slowly opened the door, looking inside and spotting Leon on the bed. "Leon," he called to him quietly, "Leon!" he said a little louder to get his attention.

Leon groaned and turned over in the bed, looking over at Grell as he stood cautiously at the doorway. "G-grell?" he answered as he stood up, "W-wha – where did you go –"

"No time," he huffed roughly. "We have to go, now. We can talk later, but we have. to. go."

"Alright I'm going," Leon sighed, grabbing his things and rushing out the door. Grell closed the door behind him and grabbed Leon's hand, ushering the boy to keep quiet as he led them down the stairs towards a door. Grell peeped around the bend, noticing Raven was hard at work cleaning the tables and the floor. Either he didn't notice him, or more likely he didn't care, but Grell wasn't going to take any chances. He pushed Leon out the door, pulling him down the street till they started off in a dash. "What is going on?" Leon asked once they were a good distance away from the pub.

"T-that man! –" Grell yelped, pausing once he realized what he could have just said. "That man… he rapes children Leon," he explained, "and even more… he rapes eight-year-old boys and kills them if they don't do as he says. That's why we've found dead boys on the streets. It's because of him."

"W-wait," Leon paused and stopped Grell as he tried to get away, "What did he do to you…" Leon frowned, noticing the terrified look in Grell's green eyes. He stared at him in awe, never before seeing Grell without his hat pinned down over his eyes.

"H-he… he…" Grell gulped, his hand going to his stomach as he began to feel sick, "H-he… he… e… raped me. It was the only way to plan my escape Leon… I-I –"

"Hey it's alright," Leon gave him a sympathetic smile, "It's alright… we will get through this together right? You're still our mama; even if that bad thing happened to you you're still my mama. Now let's go back to the others. They must be waiting for us." He held out his hand to Grell and he graciously accepted, running down the street hand in hand afraid if he let go he'd end up back at that place. That disgusting human, Grell couldn't help but think. To turn him into a whore! He… he couldn't even think clearly. His scythe was hanging tightly by his side as he ran, unsuspecting to him the red pair of eyes keeping a firm eye on the two.

"W-wait," Grell stopped Leon as he clutched his scythe tighter, "I-I feel something is watching us." Leon gulped, looking around as Grell turned his attention to the demon perched on the roof watching them. "Leon," he whispered quietly, "you should run."

"What –"

"Get home without me. I'll distract the creature," Grell said roughly. "J-just tell David and Essie that I'm sorry I couldn't stay around."

"B-but mama –"

"Leon run!" Grell yelled at him roughly, "Run and don't look back!" The strictness in his voice and the tears that began to flow out of the boy's eyes caused Leon to run, doing as Grell said and not turning around to see if Grell would be okay.

Grell growled and threw his scythe at the demon, the death scythe turning in a boomerang type of effect and spinning back into his hand. He wiped the tears from his eyes, his hand swinging in front of him just in time to stop the demon's attack. "You know I could care less if you escaped," Raven huffed, "but sadly my master woke up a few minutes after you left. You poor, poor sap."

"Shut up," Grell growled at him. "You bastard! I hate you! Leave me alone –"

He jumped back, claws growing from Raven's hands and morphing the black gloves into talons. "I cannot," Raven huffed as he stood up and prepared himself for another assault, "I must follow my master's orders till someone kills him."

"Jackass," Grell hissed at him. "You and you master are both jackasses!" Then he ran at the demon, his scythe raised as the demon jumped forward to rip at his face.

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"You say Grell didn't show up at all?" David frowned, sitting down on a log and putting his head in his hand as he turned to look at the girl sitting beside him.

"No!" Essie began to sniffle, "a-and… a-and I'm worried frère. I-I'm worried for mommy."

"Now, now," he cooed, pulling her close to his chest and rubbing her arms, "It's alright sœur. W-we'll find him –"

They looked up to see a young boy running into the building, panting exhausted and turning around to look down the alley. "G-grell?..." he sniffled, stumbling in and falling limp to the ground. "Grell! Grell!" he began to cry, his tears falling to the ground and causing the dirt to turn muddy.

"Essie stay here," David told her, investigating the scene as the boy looked up with his eyes watering intensely. "You say you know where Grell is?" David asked the boy as he crouched down to the ground and set a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"Y-yeah," the boy pointed to the alley, "W-we had escaped and this thing came after us and –"

"Now hold on," David sighed, "let's take this one step at a time. I can't understand you." Leon nodded and sucked in a deep breath, keeping an eye on the alley as he explained to David what happened.

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Grell cried and cursed at Raven as he roughly pulled him down the alley way, his infected arm being pulled by Raven and his other hand trying to swipe at his head. "Don't you get it?" Raven sighed as he shook his head. He grabbed Grell's hand and leered at him, Grell whimpering in fright as he felt his death scythe slipping from his hands. "I said someone can kill him. Then my contract is over. It doesn't have to be a human who does it either –"

"B-but I can't do that!" Grell growled at him, pressing his shoe into Raven's stomach and kicking him away. Grell gripped his arm in pain, feeling the healing skin starting to rip apart by the demon's actions. "A shinigami shouldn't meddle in the affairs of humans –"

"Yet here you are," Raven pointed to him, "living with a bunch of humans as if you are one of them. I swear little reaper, you're more clueless then you look –" Raven paused, smirking once he noticed Grell was sneering at him. Grell had to admit the demon was right. He had already meddled enough, so what's stopping him from killing the disgusting geezer. The idea grew more and more logical as he thought, pushing past Raven and gripping his scythe tightly. "My now, where are you going –"

"To kill that bastard before he hurts someone else," Grell sneered at the demon, glaring at Raven as he turned his head and stared into his red eyes. "Why? Don't like the idea~~?"

"Nah," Raven chuckled. "It's just amusing." Grell shook his head and continued down the street, winding through the streets till he came upon the pub. "I should warn you little reaper that if he calls upon me then I must do his bidding. That's the agreement I agreed with –"

"Fine demon," Grell huffed, "but stay out of my way."

Then Raven roughly grabbed his arm, pushing him into his master's room before gently closing the door behind him. "Aw~ boy," the old man greeted the boy before shoving Grell into the door. "Pathetic weasel," he growled, trying to overpower him with his height. "Thinking you can just leave –"

"Get off of me!" Grell yelled, slashing at his arm and pushing the old man off of him.

"AAAAHH!" the man screamed, holding his bleeding shoulder as he fell to the ground. "RAVEN! DEMON –" he yelped, being gagged by a piece of cloth Grell had ripped from his shirt.

"Pathetic human," Grell spat in the man's face, raising up his scythe and embedding it into the man's chest. He screamed in pain as Grell only glared back, a devious grin starting to appear on his face. "You jerk, bastard," Grell snickered, shoving the scythe deeper and deeper into the man's chest and watching him scream and die under him. "Die! Damn it die!" he yelled, raising his scythe again and throwing it back into the man's chest again and again. Blood splattered on Grell's face as he growled with irritation, watching as the man's eyes began to flicker close.

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A/N: Okay I will confess, I got that idea from Kuroshitsuji II with Alois and his past. DON'T HATE ME! Wah! *hides in corner*Plus I didn't come up with this till AFTER a lot of people were requesting for our little demon to show up, so don't blame me. I'm simply the author and… okay blame me. Whatever. It creates a tragic story yes~? XD Well I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, and yes I'm leaving you with another cliffhanger. I tend to do that a lot I seems ^^

Leon – Greek – lion