Okay, the chapter after this one will lead into the WilliamxGrell chapters. This one just sets up the next chapter.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
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Not seeing Undertaker, Grell turned and skirted the now crime scene, heading back for the cart that had brought him to the graveyard in the first place. If Grell had looked more closely as he walked, he would have noticed that the three men he had killed were missing, the blood on the ground the only indication that they had been there. As Grell headed back at a leisurely pace, he perked up when he heard Sebastian's voice speaking nearby.
"Your leaders are dead. Move along, or I shall fall behind in my schedule."
Grell passed a few more headstones, before he caught sight of Sebastian, who was backed up against a large gravestone, surrounded by the ten men who had gone off in pursuit of him.
Considering that the ten men were armed with a variety of weapons, most of which were guns, a normal person would have been scared out of their minds. Unfortunately for the men, Sebastian was not normal, and was, in fact, a demon. So, the men's show of force had no effect on Sebastian whatsoever. He merely sighed, as if dealing with humans tired him. Especially humans who fired without warning.
One of the men let out a triumphant yell, which fell into silence with a confused expression. The man fell to the ground, the look of confusion never leaving his face. He was dead before he hit the ground, a bullet lodged in his forehead. Two other men followed suit, dropping to the ground with surprised expressions.
The remaining seven backed away, mostly due to the fact that their companions had dropped dead, but also because the man they had shot at wasn't dead.
Sebastian's actions and words that followed soon after sent chills down the remaining mens' spines.
The demon butler hummed distractedly, examining his outfit and newly acquired wounds as though they were an unfortunate nuisance, "Oh dear...this will take some time to fix...I may need to buy a new outfit altogether."
The seven men dropped their weapons and ran, yelling in terrified voices something about demons, which made the butler smile in amusement. Since Ciel hadn't said specifically to kill them, he couldn't resist the urge to show anyone arrogant enough to attack him what a mistake it was. Still thinking dark thoughts and wondering if he should just go and finish them off, a red blur flew at him from one side. Being distracted as he was, Sebastian was unable to stop Grell from catching him in a tight half-hug. Sebastian had, however, been alert enough to avoid a full hug.
Being almost foiled didn't bother Grell in the least as he leaned into Sebastian's right side.
Sebastian's eyebrow twitched. He did not appreciate the shinigami's sudden invasion of his space, "Let go." Sebastian said in a monotone voice, which merely drew a toothy grin from Grell.
Grell tightened his left arm around Sebastian's tightly and leaned more closely, the redhead's right hand holding the deathscythe loosely, the blade resting on the ground. Grell tilted his head to look up at Sebastian, smile appearing wider than before, "Sebas-chan~."
"..." Sebastian didn't respond, as he was trying to keep the shinigami from getting any closer.
"Thirteen men survived. Was that on purpose, or did you not know how many of them were here?" Grell questioned, an amused tone in his voice, as he awaited the demon's answer. Grell lost his smile a bit when he realized that Sebastian was smiling not at him, but the deathscythe. Grell realized too late that he had left the deathscythe within the demonic butler's reach, and let out a yelp as Sebastian pulled out of his grasp. Grell winced when Sebastian grabbed his wrists and squeezed, trying to get the redhead to drop the scythe.
Grell writhed in Sebastian's iron grip, desperately trying to keep his right hand clasped around the scythe's handle. Grell could sense hostility emanating from the demon, and the shinigami briefly wondered if being alone with Sebastian for a day was such a good idea. Well...it would be if Ciel didn't order Sebastian to follow his orders for a day. Grell smiled dreamily at the thought of Sebastian doing whatever he told him to, even if the demon wasn't particularly happy about it.
Sebastian's grasp tightened as though he had sensed the other's train of thought.
Grell tired to ignore the strain on his wrists, wondering if Sebastian was contemplating on whether or not to break them, "S...Sebas...what are you...?" The question died in his throat as Sebastian had suddenly pulled him up against his chest. Grell's breath hitched as he felt hot breath on his neck, and a low voice speaking close to his ear.
"Is this what you were thinking of? Or..." Sebastian tilted his head so that it rested on Grell's trembling right shoulder, angling so he could reach the shinigami's throat.
Grell went all but limp in Sebastian's grasp as the demon had one hand up under his coat, playing with the vest as though he were thinking of slipping it underneath. Sebastian's other hand was around Grell's back to prevent him from moving away. Grell let out a soft whine as Sebastians's breath was on his throat. Was Sebastian going to kiss him? Grell's eyes slid shut as Sebastian tugged the vest up and ran the hand along the bare skin. If this was a dream, Grell wanted it to last longer...
Then, as suddenly as it had happened, it was gone, and Grell let out a cry of surprise when he found himself falling to the ground. Managing to twist mid fall, Grell it the ground on his left side, rolling a bit before coming to a rest on his back, flustered and utterly confused. Before he could even think about what had just occurred, the deathscythe's blade was resting above his chest. Grell glanced up and found Sebastian standing over him, holding the scythe and wearing a look of utter disgust.
Sebastian, seeing that he had the other's attention, pressed the blade down, drawing a squeak of protest and discomfort, "You're pathetic, falling for something like that. Don't try to pull others into your twisted fantasies."
Grell would have appreciated the utterly cold statement had the demon not had a weapon in his hands, "S...Sebas...!" Grell fell abruptly silent when the blade moved to rest against his throat.
Sebastian's expression looked positively evil now, "The young master never told me not to get rid of you. Only to complete the investigation, tonight."
Grell froze, staring up at Sebastian in horror. Surely, he wasn't going to...
Sebastian merely smiled pleasantly and drew back the scythe, swinging it down at Grell, who barely had time to avert his eyes and cry out.
"Ahhhhhhh! Nooooo! Ahhhh...ah?" Grell felt no pain, so he looked back up at Sebastian hesitantly. He found, to his immense relief, that Undertaker had halted the scythe's progress by grabbing the upper half of the scythe. It didn't look like the Undertaker was making any effort at staying the blade.
Sebastian looked somewhat annoyed that he had yet again been prevented from getting rid of the redhead. Sebastian let go of the scythe and when he turned to get a better look at Undertaker, the deathscythe was gone and Undertaker was smiling. Sebastian couldn't help but think that it was a mocking smile directed at him, even though he wasn't being looked at...at least, he didn't see a gleam turned in his direction.
Undertaker looked down at Grell, who was looking up at him in confusion, before turning his attention back to Sebastian, smile a bit wider, "The earl said that you might try something like that, so he asked I keep an eye on you~."
Sebastian's eyebrow twitched again. That bra...young master...why protect the redheaded shinigami?
Grell glanced between the two men, before getting to his feet and sticking close to Undertaker (who seemed to find this amusing). Ignoring the chuckles issuing from Undertaker, Grell focused his gaze on Sebastian, who was now wearing a neutral expression. Grell frowned a bit at the demon. A thought occurred to him soon after, and Grell's grin returned, "Your 'master' said that I could have you to myself for a day, but perhaps two or three now, since you helped finish the case tonight." Grell watched with satisfaction as Sebastian's expression flickered with alarm, before being quickly smothered as the butler responded.
"You wouldn't last alone with me for even ten minutes. You still want that, even though I could have destroyed you just now?" The mischievous smile Grell gave him put Sebastian on guard. Eyes narrowed at Grell, "The young master told you something else that was a part of the deal, didn't he?"
"Maaaybe~. You'll just have to wait and find out~." Grell said with a wide smile, pleased that he was flustering the other.
Sebastian stared at the smiling reaper, not noticing for the moment that Undertaker had meandered over to the cart humming as he sat down on the driver's seat to wait.
Grell did notice that Undertaker had moved away, and decided that he should follow. Sebastian's aura was getting heavier, seemingly done unconsciously from the demon himself.
Sebastian saw a flicker of fear in the other's eyes and allowed himself a small smile. If he could learn what Ciel had told Grell, he'd be able to figure out a way to put a stop to it. Now...how to get an answer out of Grell without Undertaker interfering...
Sebastian was too preoccupied to notice Grell and Undertaker exchanging glances, obviously coming to some agreement as they both nodded in unison.
Sebastian, unfortunately, noticed too late, as two grinning beings seized him and tied him up with an excessive amount of rope that seemingly came out of nowhere. Sebastian growled something as Grell and Undertaker heaved him into the open coffin and put the lid on, before the demon could even think to retaliate.
Undertaker, still wearing a smile, bolted down the lid, so that Sebastian couldn't break free on his own. Ignoring the sounds of frustration from the trapped demon, Undertaker sat back down on the cart and picked up the reins, glancing to the side at Grell, who had taken a seat next to him. Ready to go?"
Grell was about to say 'yes' when he suddenly realized that he didn't have the cinematic records. "Ye...ahhh! Where'd they go?" Grell looked around the immediate vicinity, before leaping off the cart to go scramble around the gravestones, "Oh no! William's going to kill me!"
"What am I going to do, Sutcliff?"
Grell froze at the voice. William. It was William...here...but why? Grell turned quickly and smiled hopefully at the frowning shinigami a few feet away, "Hello, Will~."
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Grell, you're in trouble now. XD