A/N: Holy crap. Twenty-five chapters. That's more than I ever expected.

Maribel had invited Grell and Will into her apartment most willingly. Grell was the only one she considered to be her friend and was ready to help him when needed. Even though she had met Ron and Will, it had been brief and they were more focused on Ophelia than her.

"Hello, Miss Grell, Mister Spears," greeted Maribel with a smile as she opened the door to her guest. "You're so adorable!" shouted Grell. He hugged the girl tightly. Maribel stiffened. "Oh, sorry dear," he said as he released her.

"It's no big deal," replied Maribel, "I'm just not used to it, you know?" "I know, sweetheart," answered Grell. The girl was so fragile and he loved her like a little sister already.

"Hello, Miss Ester." William helped Grell into the apartment as he was still a tad woozy from his... fall... Well, that's what they had been telling him anyway.

William had Grell lay down on the couch to help him recover. All was well until Grell started demanding things from Will.

"I'm dying of thirst!" Grell whined. William rummaged through the cabinets and fridge for something to quench Grell's need for liquids. The redhead had completely refused water. He needed something with "more flavour." Will finally came to a large bottle of blue drink on the highest shelf of the top cabinet.

Maribel sat on her comfy chair and continued to read. She ignored the two until it registered that she probably needed to help Will on his quest. She looked up to see him trying to reach up to the shelf, but it was much too high even for him.

"Uh... William," said Maribel, setting her book on the small table beside her. "Do you need some help?" she asked. The man turned to her and nodded. "I suppose so."

Maribel got up and walked over to join Will in staring at the bottle as Grell continued to gripe as background noise. "Why don't we just have one of us stand on a chair?" asked Maribel. "If even you stood on a chair, we could reach it," he replied, "That's not a terrible idea."

William swiftly turned to Grell. "Shut up, you idiot!" he yelled, clenching his fist. If Will wasn't in the kitchen, Grell would have been in much more pain.

Grell moaned and flipped over, squishing his face into the couch pillow. He was silenced afterward.

"Thank you," said Maribel, "He's quite kind, but that was getting bothersome." "I know," replied Will who had already made his way to the small dining table. He took a chair and carried back over to Maribel. "I suggest you get up," said William, "I'll help you keep steady."

Foot by foot, Maribel was on the chair. She stood up and started to shake. William clutched her waist to hold her still. Maribel's face turned as red as Grell's hair. "Will this help?" asked William. "Yes, thank you," replied the girl quickly. She was quite flustered at the simple touch.

Maribel reached up and tried to grab the bottle. After multiple attempts, she finally reached it and smiled proudly, taking it down.

A sudden thought came to Maribel's head. "William?" "Yes." "Does this chair have a piece of black tape on the front leg?" "Yes, why?" "Oh crap."

The chair collapsed causing Maribel to fall back. William tumbled after and landed on top of her. The bottle broke, causing cuts from plastic and soaked clothing from the liquid inside.

"Oh gosh... My back..." moaned Maribel. William stood up and tried to help her up, but slipped and ended up pulling her down with him.

Maribel flopped off William to lay next to him. "I'm not heavy, but I'm assuming it hurt when I fell on you," said William. Maribel nodded. "What about me?" she asked. "No, you are quite light," he replied, "It was more the floor colliding against my skull that pained me." "I can imagine."

Bright red blood began to come from the miniscule cuts on the pair. Maribel sat up and then made her way to standing with a groan here or there. "I'm going to get out of this shirt and take a shower so I won't be sticky," she said.

Maribel continued to her room. William followed her initiative and once she was in her room, he got up and began to remove his shirt. Grell carefully opened one eye to watch the show.

William noticed the redhead and threw a blanket over his head. "Hey! Not my fault! You're the one stripping!" Grell defended, pulling the blanket to the floor.

The water from Maribel's shower began to pour, but the noise was quickly drowned out by William and Grell squabbling.

"I'll need a new shirt... Hm..." William's eyes landed on Grell. "Why me?" he asked with a pout. "Because you are the only male in the apartment and we can just toss a blanket over you when Ronald comes," he replied as if it made perfect sense to steal Grell's shirt.

"Why don't you just go to your place, get a new shirt, and come back?" asked Grell, holding his shirt tightly. "Ronald will be here any moment and I doubt he'd appreciate seeing me without a shirt. Just give it to me." "No!" answered Grell, propping himself up with his arm and shifting to sit.

William's eyes narrowed. "Grell Sutcliffe," he growled, "I want your shirt."

As the battle for the shirt continued, Grell's vest was thrown to the side with his scarlet coat. His shirt was unbuttoned before Grell finally screeched, "Maribel! William's trying to rape me!" "What?!" exclaimed Will.

A soaked and dripping Maribel rushed out holding her towel up and pushed William out of the way. She tripped to fall on top of Grell, losing grip on her towel as she placed a hand on either side of him . It didn't drop odd completely, but gave Grell a perfect view of her unclothed front. Maribel's face flamed crimson.

Just at the very worst moment, the door swung open. Ophelia and Ronald stood in the doorway.

"Well, this is unexpected."

A hand not-so-subtly reached up to cover Phe's eyes. Ronald and Phe had the exact same dumbstruck face. Let's just say it looked absolutely terrible where they were and not knowing the back story. Especially with none of the three offending reapers being fully dressed.

No one knew exactly what to do or say. Deafening silence ensued as everyone stayed in their same places, not bothering to move a muscle or even breathe.

Ronald slowly closed the door and unshielded Ophelia's eyes. They looked at each other in awe.

"Did you just see what I saw?" asked Ronald. "Maribel, Grell, and Will about to have a threesome? Yes," answered Ophelia. "You shouldn't have seen that. We're going to my apartment," said Ron. The two turned on their heels and rushed out of there, with blank stares plastered to their faces.

"Grell, I'm going to murder you," said Maribel as she walked out of her room, this time fully dressed and brushing her hair. She sat in her usual chair while Grell was relaxing on the couch and Will was sitting in a dining chair that was not busted. William had gotten a replacement dress shirt from his apartment. "Not if I do so first," added William.

Grell was more focused on other facts. "We just scarred an innocent adolescent human and dear sweet Ronnie for life," he said. "First of all, Ronald cannot be counted as pure as you are making him out to be and I doubt Ophelia is either," commented William. Maribel nodded, but said, "They probably went to Ronald's place to have a little fun of their own."

Grell leaped up and shouted, "No! Ella would kill us if we let this happen! We have to check on them! We've left them alone for nearly three hours!" "I'd prefer to not be under Ella's wrath. It's the normally happy or quiet one who has the most rage behind her," said Maribel.

The three rushed out the door.

Ophelia yawned. Her head rested on Ronald's lap as he sat on the old lumpy couch and watched a movie that Phe had brought. She laid with her legs curled up underneath her, leaving a space large enough for another person. Though both were in their own pyjamas, they looked quite similar. Baggy t-shirts and comfy sweatpants all around.

Ronald wasn't paying attention to the movie so much as he was Phe's hair. He played with it constantly, brushing it behind her ear and making sure every strand was perfectly in place. He was especially organized about the coloured ones.

"My roots are showing," said Phe, her hazel eyes looking up to meet Ronald's green ones. "Huh?" "The streaks. My roots are starting to show," she repeated, slightly louder. Ronald finally noticed the amount of red blending into the violet and blue.

"I honestly hadn't even noticed," Ron said. Phe let another small yawn escape her mouth. This one was, in the most basic sense, a mere squeak. Both laughed a little.

"I think you're tired," said Ronald, "You should get to bed. Just go to my bedroom. I can take the couch for now. Maybe tomorrow we can catch up with Maribel and get you over there." Phe didn't respond. In a matter of seconds, she had fallen victim to the curse of sleep.

"Or you could fall asleep with your head on me making me unable to move. That's fine too," Ronald said glumly, "Humans." He had said the last word scornfully, but then thought it over again. With a smile on his face he thought in a much lighter tone. Humans. He placed a small and light kiss on her cheek, causing her to nestle her head into Ronald's lap even more.

Ron left his head fall back and began to lose himself to sleep also.

SLAM!

"Ronald Knox! You will not take Ophelia's innocence!" shouted a certain redheaded reaper who had suddenly assumed himself into the position of a hero similar to a 'Virginity Crusader' according to Maribel. He stood in the doorway with an only slightly threatening pose. No one can take him truly serious with his hands on his hips and especially after saying something like that.

Ophelia and Ronald jumped awake. The both sat up straight. Ronald flushed out of embarrassment as Ophelia did the same.

Phe suddenly turned the tables. "Wait a minute. You three just shagged each other and you want us to stay pure. Makes perfect sense."

"We did not!" shouted Maribel, "We had a mishap with Grell's juice and I showered. Will got rid of his shirt and wanted to make himself decent before you two came alone so he wanted to borrow Grell's, but he was being a wanker and refused. He told me that Will was raping him! I had to save my only close friend!"

"Hey! I am not a wanker!" said Grell. "Yes, you were," said Will and Maribel simultaneously.

"Still," said Ronald, "We're perfectly fine. We watched a movie and fell asleep on top of each other. So can we get back to that? I have my nice little butt groove in the couch right here." "And his lap is really comfy," noted Phe, "I know none of you have ever fallen asleep on him, but he's so soft."

"Won't last for long with Phe here," said Grell under his breath. Maribel smacked him on the back of the head. "Hey! Why did you do that?!" he asked. "More importantly, when did you become aggressive?" asked Will. Maribel replied confidently, "First. That was perverted and unnecessary. Second. I'm starting my New Year's resolution early."

"Okay, since this is my apartment," said Ronald, "I'm kicking you all out so Phe and I can get some sleep. I promise I won't shag her." "And I guarantee you I won't because Mum will castrate him if he does and that would not be a good thing," added Phe.

Seeing the two of them sitting together on the couch touched that romantic heart Grell has. He caved immediately. "Okay, we'll go, but just one kiss or something adorable," he said with a hopeful smile.

Phe and Ron turned to face each other. Phe gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Even I was expecting more," said William. Everyone in the room was surprised.

Ronald and Phe met in a kiss similar to the first one they had... Maybe a tad more passionate.

Grell squealed and grabbed William this time, squeezing the life out of him. "Sutcliffe!" William coughed out. Grell dropped him. "Oops sorry, Will." The taller shinigami sighed.

Maribel giggled. "What?" asked Grell. She smiled and said, "I just had the funniest thought. What if one day, you two were together or got married even?" William glared at the redhead. "Absolutely not."

The three turned back to Ronald and Phe who had not decided to stop snogging each other.

Grell cleared his throat. No response. "Knox!" shouted Will. Ronald snapped out of it and coughed a little, quickly stopping the embrace. He blushed as did Phe. "Heh... Sorry, Boss," he said.

Grell tsked. "Uh huh. You two most certainly won't shag each other's brains out. If you absolutely have to, be safe."

The three older reapers left.

Ron sputtered, "I'll take the couch, you can take my bed." "Okay," replied Phe. She stood up and slung her bag over her shoulder. She rushed into the bedroom.

A moment later, Phe came back out and treated Ronald to another heated kiss. He became lost in her soft lips and nearly stopped breathing.

Ron leaned forward as Phe backed away and broke the kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow, Ronald," she said with sweet smile. She left him stunned. "Goodnight," said Ron as his bedroom door shut. He fell back into the couch and smiled.

"I can't even believe this is happening. I'm just glad it is."

A/N: Okay, so I have nothing because I forgot to make questions and stuff for the 25th chapter "Yay! We did it!" thing... Uhh... I've been reading Homestuck lately, so I really can't think straight with Karkat or Gamzee commenting in the back of my head...

Oh! I know!

1. Who is your favourite Black Butler character and why?

2. Who is your favourite original character from this particular story and why?

3. And because I just bought the dub of Black Butler II (Woot! Excited to hear English!), what is your favourite new character from the second season and why?

4. What makes a Trancy butler?

5. And because I'm officially obsessed with Homestuck, if you read Homestuck, who's your favourite troll and why? If you don't read Homestuck, who's your favourite butler? Sebastian or Claude?

Here are my answers:

1. Grell, because the second I saw him my brain when kind of nuts and I said, "Okay, I need to figure out where he's from and I need to watch it. NOW."

2. Don't make me choose! D: I honestly can't!

3. Alois! Because he's insane! Muwahahaha!

4. I'm not giving it away.

5. Tie between Terezi and Karkat. Terezi is a lot like me and Karkitty is just fun. I want to hug him just to tick him off.