Kuroshitsuji © Yana Toboso
OCs © reaper-of-lost-souls
A/N: Meh I'm bored and running into a writer's block, so I'll review another chapter I suppose ^^ (plus I've had a LOT more time than I thought, so since I don't know what to do with it I'll just review chapters XD) Well get ready for more problems for little Grell. He seems to be running into trouble again, or perhaps trouble is running into him =O ENJOY!
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"I can't believe your arm is improving," David chuckled as he sat down next to Grell as he poured a bowl of soup and sat next to him.
"Yeah I can't believe it either," Grell smiled happily. "It's only been… what a week? My chest wound is all healed up and my arm is coming back together. I may be able to start working. Can you believe that!"
"Y-yeah, work…" David sighed scratching the back of his neck. "Listen, there was something a bunch of us who wanted to say something to you… s-since you're feeling better and all."
"Hmmm?" Grell looked over at him with curiosity.
"I… us I mean," David coughed, "We all like having you stay around every day. Honestly I'd prefer you stayed around and kept watching over the kids, but hey if you want to go work there's no reason to stop you –"
"I didn't know you guys felt that way," he chuckled slightly before letting out a sigh and scratching the back of his head. "You see David," Grell decided to explain, "I'm feel useless when I have to stay here all day. Sure I cook the meals, but I'm not earning anything. You guys are all providing for me and I want to earn my keep here –"
"But you do Grell," David sighed. "You do Grell… you're like a mother to all of us. Okay, maybe you don't earn money, but you keep everyone happy and smiling. I've seen you tuck a few of the children in at night if they were homesick or scared of the dark. You stay up Grell, all night… and I've heard you fighting right outside the door. I don't know what goes on out there, but knowing you're around to protect all of us lets me sleep easy every night… okay Grell? So you're not useless around here. We all love you very much."
"W-wow," Grell chuckled nervously, "I-I… wow… merci for telling me David."
"Hey pas de quoi. You're my friend Grell," David cracked a smile, "and honestly you're the only person I've ever been able to trust." Grell nodded and smiled back, watching as David stood up and walked over to the children playing in the corner. Grell let out a sigh, staring down at his bowl of soup and slurping it down. Friend? He had never been called a friend before… he was called a brother by Anna, and there was nothing that could compare to his love for her, but… friend? Not even William called him a friend. The words were so foreign to him that Grell felt speechless, a light chuckle escaping his throat as he continued to smile happily.
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Grell sighed, noticing how boring the afternoons can be without anyone his age to talk to. Around this time was when the children who were at work would start to come back, but it seemed to Grell that David had taken a longer shift and would be gone for a few more hours. Sighing again he mixed the pot of soup before pouring out a cup for himself; Essie rushing over for her cup and slurping it down greedily. "Hey mommy," she began to ask as she quickly at her food, "when is David coming back?"
"I don't know," Grell shrugged. "He must be taking a longer shift or something."
"Oh…" Essie thought, scratching the back of her head as she set her cup down on the log and flopped over onto the ground. "Alright," she chuckled, "I can live with that –"
"Hey what's that?" they heard someone yell outside the door, Grell standing up and rushing over to the entrance of the building.
He squint his eyes and looked up to the sky, noticing the sky was starting to turn black from a hoard of demons coming their way. "S-so early?" Grell gulped, turning around to the children behind him who were beginning to investigate the scene. "Listen guys," he decided to explain, "Those are monsters that are coming our way. We have to get out of here now."
"M-monsters?" a few of them said at once, jumping backward in shock or attempting to run off.
"Now hold on," Grell held up a hand, "if you split away you're going to get hurt. Just stay by me and follow my orders, and you'll be fine… alright?"
"O-kay," a few of them nodded, Grell giving them a smile before grabbing his scythe out from his bag.
"Now run for the hills in that direction," Grell pointed to the outskirts of the city, the children nodding and running that way. Making sure they were a safe distance away Grell began to jump and slash at any demon he came across, trying to keep them away as the children fled. Why they were showing up so early he wished he knew! For now he just had to get the children to run away, knowing in the long run that the shinigamis will wipe their memories if they saw too much.
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"Grell over here!" someone called to him, Grell running up the hill and jumping over the fence.
"W-why are you guys staying here?" Grell gulped, "Run damn it! –"
"No it's okay," a little girl held up her hand and smiled. "We have been standing here for a while and no monsters have been able to get in."
"Huh?" Grell huffed, looking around at their surroundings and staring at them confused. He hadn't noticed that they had trapped themselves in an old, abandoned graveyard, the demons lurking around and waiting for someone to leave. The place must have a spell on it or something, keeping the bad spirits out and letting himself in. "… Where is Essie?" he asked, looking around as his hands began to jitter with worry.
"W-we don't know," a boy told him. "She ran off looking for her brother –"
"Essie!" Grell yelled at the top of his lungs, unable to hear an answer as he started to panic. "Then you guys stay here. I need to go and find her. Anyone else missing?"
"N-no everyone else is accounted for –" Grell wouldn't let the boy finish as he look off into the city, trying to evade the demons as they ran past him. So many demons? Grell gulped as his green shinigami eyes glared into every suspecting figure that could be Essie. If only he had kept a better eye on her, what if she… he shook his head and let out a yell, cutting demons in half as he forced himself to not think about the possibility of Essie dying and losing her soul to a demon.
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"Frère?... Frère! Frère où es-tu?" Essie began to shudder, looking up to see the sun casting a shadow onto the walls and falling over the horizon. She gulped as she held her doll close to her and backed herself against the wall, unsure where she was and beginning to get scared. She saw a shadow against the other side of the street and yelped, hiding her face from the potential danger that awaited her on the other side.
"Essie is that you?" David peeked his head around the corner, letting out an 'oomph' as Essie jumped up and attacked him in a hug.
"Frère J'avais si peur!" she began to cry, squeezing his arm tightly as she refused to let go of him.
"Hey now," he sighed, wrapping protective arms around her shoulder and began to walk down the street with her clutched to his side, "don't be afraid. Frère is here now to protect you." Essie sniffled and kept a tight hold on him, letting her brother usher her down the road as they walked back to the abandoned building. "Why did you come looking for me?"
"W-well there were these monster things," Essie tried to explain, "and Grell-mum told us to run a-and so I wanted to find you to warn you –"
"Essie you shouldn't have done that," David sighed. "You could have gotten hurt if that was the case… but I'm glad I found you when I did. Do you know where the others ran off to?" She shook her head and clung to his arm, pointing up the hill and away from the street they were turning into. "Well let's go up there then," he told her calming, turning the corner and walking along the street next to the ruined building. As they walked they didn't notice eyes on them, slurping noises being made as darkened figures jumped down from the sky upon them.
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"Essie! Ester where are you!" Grell called for the little girl, dashing in the opposite direction towards the noises of crunching and munching. He retraced his steps back to the abandoned building, his running slowly turning to a walk as he saw a familiar raggedy doll on the ground. "E-essie?" he gulped, picking up the discarded doll and running his hand through its soft red hair and pulling down on its purple and blue dress. He quickly set the doll into his bag and took off, turning the corners and trying to find any sign of her. "Essie! Essie my god where are you?" Grell panicked, coming into an alley way and finding a hoard of demons gathering into the corner. "HEY YOU!" he growled, taking out his scythe and slashing the demons apart. He didn't stop till they were all dead on the ground, looking over in horror at the two children lying on the ground. "Essie, David!" he cried out, rushing over to their sides and examining their bodies. "Come on, please wake up! Plaire! Please!" Grell bit down on his lip, slowly drawing blood as he gently shook Essie's body and tried to wake her up.
"… M-mommy?" she said weakly, looking up to see a flash of bright red hair brush by her face.
"E-essie," Grell gasped, cradling her limp body in his arms. Her chest was gapping with blood spilling out into his hands, but he didn't care. He was glad she was still alive.
"A-am I going to die Grell-mum?" Essie frowned, trying to look over at Grell as her hazel eyes began to flicker close. "D-does it look bad?"
"No Essie," Grell chuckled nervously, holding her chest in an attempt to stop the bleeding, "y-you're fine. Just… just…"
"G-grell?" Essie coughed up blood, groaning at the weird taste in her mouth as she felt her eyes closing. "I-I can't stay aw-ake."
"It's okay," he began to cry, "It's okay. You'll be alright now. Go to sleep Essie. I-I'll be here when you w-ake up." He tried to give her an assuring grin, Essie smiling as she lifted up her hand to touch his teeth. Grell quickly brought her hand up to his face and cradled her hand upon his, shivering as tears streamed down his face and fell upon her. He closed his eyes and felt her warmth, gradually feeling her hand go limp on his face. "Essie?" he coughed, quickly clutching the dead body close to his chest and coating himself in her blood. "Essie no!" he began to sob, "Not you! –"
"G-grell?" he heard behind him, Grell turning around to see David's body crawling slowly towards him. "Y-you… that…"
"Ester died," Grell frowned, setting her body down on the ground next to David.
"E-essie?..." David tried to hold back tears, looking up at Grell with sorrow as he began to cough up blood and his head staggered back to the ground.
"David!" Grell called to him, lifting up his body and examining him. Sure enough he had been ripped apart by the demons too, a large gash across his back and a hole in his chest showing he wasn't going to live long either. "Y-you… you too?" he began to cry, gripping David tightly in his arms. "N-nooo…"
"G-grell," David coughed, looking up at him with a gentle smile on his face. "Grell… J-ee t'aime," he smiled, his hazel eyes looking up at him as he began to go limp in Grell's arms.
"J-e t'aime aussi," Grell sniffled, closing the boy's eyelids and choking back on his sobs. He set them down on the ground and waited for a shinigami to come by, which seemed that no one was coming. "W-why me?" Grell began to cry, kneeling beside their bodies and setting them side by side, hand in hand as he rubbed his eyes trying to get rid of the tears. He knew what he had to do, grabbing the death scythe he had dropped and gripping it tightly in his hands; the blade trembling as he threw it down upon David's chest and attempted to reap his soul. His eyes opened widely as he watched the cinematic records stream in front of his face, holding back sniffles as he watched the boy's life flash in front of him.
David Xavier Chevalier was born on June 14, 1751 in a mansion outside of York. His parents were French and he had found memories of traveling back and forth from their home in England to their grandparents in France. He never had any friends, the English boys finding his background a reason to shun him from their circles and French boys finding is English accent hilarious. He lived a lonely existence till his sister was born, little Ester Abigail Chevalier. He didn't have time to enjoy his sister's company, for his father would bring him wherever he went on business trips and never being home out of months at a time. Whenever David could be home he would spend all the time he could with Ester, playing ring-a-round-the-rosie and hide-and-seek. Around his eighth birthday his parents both became gravely ill, Ester also falling ill of a strange disease no one had heard of. His parents passed away in October, but luckily little Ester was able to live afterwards. She had problems breathing, but David was glad he wasn't going to be alone and promised he would spend the rest of his life by her side and protecting her.
Because of their parents' deaths their relatives began to raffle away their wealth, David having Ester run away with him to get away from their greedy family. He made a plan to travel to London, selling their stuff along the way to pay for housing and food. Towards the last leg of their journey David stumbled upon a body in the road, a strange boy with messy bright red hair in grungy clothes. He would have passed by if Ester hadn't insisted they help the boy, David carrying him off of the road as they set up camp in a nearby cave. He allowed the boy, whom he learned was named Grell, to come with them to London, wanting to part ways immediately when they went into the city. David never expected the city to be so large, so he followed the boy and hesitantly accepted his help. Since he had to work in a factory far away from the building they were forced to live in, David asked Grell to watch Ester while he was gone. Noticing how every day his little sister became happier and happier even though they were thrown into a poverty-stricken environment, he began to accept the red-head's help. He held Grell in high regards afterwards, slowly opening up to him as the days went on. Several times he would find Grell beaten up with fresh bruises and cuts on his body, but he took the time to bandage him up so he could walk around without any problems. Over time he fell in love with the boy's different attitudes, unsure if he was in true love with the boy or perhaps only had affection and admiration for him.
It was heartbreaking for David to see Grell draining himself every day, but David couldn't do anything about that since Grell was the one who insisted he continue to stay up for long periods throughout the months. He made sure he had the boy fall asleep once a week, getting off of work early to do so and tend to his wounds. On one day he was running late, having gone by the store to pick up a treat for himself, Essie, and Grell since he had earned extra pay that day. He saw that the sky was getting dark, but he didn't care since he had been off on his own for several months. Just then he heard a small squeaky voice speaking French calling for her brother, David quickly recognizing the voice to be Ester's. Ushering her along and not sure what she was getting hysterical about; they were ambushed by a mob of demons from above. David kept Ester close to him as he felt claws sinking into his skin, but at one point his sister was unwillingly ripped from his arms as he was ripped up into the air and thrown to the ground. That's when he began to cry, his eyes full of determination as he tried to fend off the demons and keep them away from his sister. David was unable to stop a large slash across her chest, which at the same moment he was hit unconscious by a figure behind him. When he woke up he was too late, his sister having fallen dead in Grell's arms. When Grell rushed over to him with tears in his eyes David couldn't help but smile, seeing such affection in the boy's sorrowful double-iris green eyes. As he closed his eyes he reminded himself of the days with his parents, when they were all one big happy family laughing and playing with each other. He died on June 14, 1760, on the day of his birth by external bleeding from his chest.
Grell gulped as the soul streamed into his scythe, as if it knew where it was going and didn't hold up any resistance. Grell did the same to Essie; tears streaming down his face as her soul also willingly flew into his scythe and disappeared into the blade. He quickly stood up to his feet, wiping the tears from his eyes as a growl escaped his lips. "You…" he growled, his eyes narrowing at the demons as they passed by, "I can't ever forgive you, you bastards!" Grell yelled as loud as he could, dashing as fast as he could into the unsuspecting demons and hacking up as many as he could.
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Grell slowly got slower and slower, his stamina slowing down as he went past the building and up the road. There were too many demons and he was getting overwhelmed. He let out a cry as a demon got past his maneuvers and slammed his body into the wall, creating a whole in the bricks as Grell groaned and tried to stay alert. He yelped as he was thrown to the ground, using his scythe to shield his face as he was got scratched by the mob of demons. He yelled and slashed back at them, trying his best to jump away as he tried to get back to the other children. The graveyard was now in his sights and all he had to do was get through the gate, his body being thrown to the ground as his scythe left his hands and flew several feet away from him. He cried as a demon smashed its foot on his chest, Grell coughing up blood as he felt a stinging pain ripping through his chest and up his body. "Pesky earthworm," the demon laughed, kicking him away as the demons came upon Grell at full speed.
Grell looked over to his scythe and reached for it, unable to reach it as he began to cry. "You're life ends here –"
"I won't die here!" Grell cried out, the scythe flying into his hand as he flung the blade into the demon's chest and pushed it aside. Grell staggered to his feet and dashed to the gate, slamming his body into the steel entrance; too tired to open it himself as the demons lunged at him.
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A/N: … And now I leave you at a cliffhanger *laughs evilly* Oup! *rocks and books fly my way* MEEP! I'm sorry! More will come later I promise ^^' So what do you think, now what Essie and David are dead? Yes, there was a time earlier that they could have died, but I wouldn't have gotten them to bond so much XD Anyways I hope you enjoyed this. SEE YOU NEXT TIME!
frère où es-tu – French – brother where are you
frère J'avais si peur – French – brother I was so scared
plaire – French – please
Je t'aime – French – I love you
aussi – French – too
Chevalier – French – horseman, knight
Xavier – Basque – new house
Abigail – Hebrew – father in rejoicing