Haha, I feel so caught up on all my chapters now that I've updated them all . . . it feels so weird. Weird enough that I can work on this without having to rush anything this week. So . . . hopefully this week's one shot will sound more put together than they have been lately.

This week's request is from Arwynn1245, and let me tell you . . . I had to do a lot of thinking for this one, which was awesome! The want to see Claude killed via sticky notes and Grell. I . . . would be glad to oblige. *starts giggling furiously*

Rating: K+ because . . . I don't exactly think you can get too violent with sticky notes. Then again . . . it is Grell . . . *doodles mini chainsaws on the sticky notes*

Disclaimer: Uh . . . no. Nope.

Drabble Number Thirty-Seven: Stuck on You!

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Grell hated paperwork.

No, actually, he detested it, to the fullest extent . . . he hated it even worse than he hated that Phantomhive brat. All he did was sit around at a desk, filling out paperwork that no one would ever actually read, wishing that someone would come and tell him he could get back to his real job. He missed his Scythe far too much for comfort; the stupid little scissors weren't good enough to do anything worthwhile . . . other than cutting up the paperwork he was busy filling out.

So, of course, when his darling Will asked him to dispose of a nuisance, he was only too glad to accept the offer. His only disappointment was that he wouldn't be getting his real Death Scythe back anytime soon . . .

Oh. Not to mention, he'd been asked to take notes, of all things.

Since he didn't want to make his coat look bulky—good looks were everything for a woman, after all—he thought that sticking a pad of paper into his pocket would be positively hideous. Instead, he dug around on his temporary desk, trying to find something he could write on that would fit unnoticeably upon his person.

Finally he dove outwards from the ridiculous stacks of paper, a single pad of sticky notes clasped in his hand. Sure, it wasn't the best writing material, but it wouldn't crinkle when he moved and no one would notice the little square in his pocket . . . well, in any case, it would have to do. Besides, he would be taking the bare minimum as far as notes went. He would be too busy playing with his job . . .

He found the victim for his job out in the woods, standing over the motionless body of a teenager. Grell sucked in an excited breath; there was blood, so much blood, and it was gorgeous . . . oh, how he loved it! Of course, the soul of the child wouldn't be his; it was nowhere to be found, which kind of pissed him off, to say the least. What was it with demons and their meals? Why didn't they just . . . eat them and be done with it?

Well, whatever. It would have been his last meal anyway.

"Ah, what a beautiful sight!" he called out, stepping into the bloody clearing with his hands on his hips. "Red is such a lovely color, don't you think?"

"Reaper," the demon intoned monotonously, rising to his feet. "You cannot have this soul."

Grell chuckled, reaching into his concealed pockets for his scissors. "You see, it's not the soul I'm after, though. It's you."

"What have I done to incur the wrath of God?" the demon snorted. "Your so-called association can pin nothing on me."

"Che, I could care less about that. All they told me was to get rid of you . . . and you see, I do enjoy blood, so very much. I think I'm going to have fun playing with you."

The demon moved faster than Grell could blink, diving past the reaper in so little time that he barely managed to duck away from a carefully positioned fist. He skittered backwards, hastily yanking his scissors from his pockets. He barely managed a look of pained disgust towards the things before the demon was on him again, this time lashing out with a foot.

"Aahn, you're so brutal~!" he yelled out with a giggle, using his scissors to stab rather than cut. He missed his mark by a landslide thanks to his opponent's speed, but at the very least it was his announcement that he could fight back somewhat. The demon immediately stepped back, golden eyes locked angrily on Grell.

"What a miserable weapon," the demon scoffed, taking the pair of glasses that sat on his nose and tucking them gently into his front pocket. "Do you really assume that you can defeat me with the likes of those?"

"This isn't all I have!" Grell sputtered hastily, grabbing the first thing in his pocket that he could get his hands on and yanking it out. "See—"

Oh, the sticky notes.

Well that was embarrassing.

What the hell, though? He couldn't stand to humiliate himself, in any case, so he had better think of a way to make this look like it was intentional. Fiercely he waved the pad in the air, grinning manically. "You'll never defeat me while I have these! Watch!"

The scissors snipped the little papers up rapidly, turning from paper to confetti. Grell foolishly danced all around the demon, throwing the scraps up in the air so that they fell down all over him like he had just won a prize. Most of the pieces fluttered straight to the ground, but several of them stuck to the pale face, the adhesive attaching itself to skin.

Grell stopped short then, because to his surprise, the demon was looking at him in horror, hastily trying to yank the little pieces of paper away from his body. Wherever the notes had touched, the skin was red and swelling, turning the face into an unrecognizable mush.

That was just too funny.

"You're allergic to the tape!" the redhead screeched in amusement, loud guffaws making their way from his mouth. He barely caught the sullen glare sent in his direction before those eyes closed and the man fell to the ground, just as still as the other body.

And Grell, still giggling like his life depended on it, bent down to prod the motionless body with his scissors. "Ooh, just wait till Willy hears about this~!"

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And there you guys go: the second allergy! Yes. Claude is allergic to sticky notes. Well, tape in general, but for the sake of keeping everything together we're just going to say sticky notes.

One more allergy to go~!

Bwah, I love writing Grell. He's too entertaining. I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

~Shadow