Ai-Chan: So, I'm back from the dead! Mu hahahahaha!
Grell: AGH! Zombie!
Ai-Chan: Yes! NO! What? I meant the writer's block graveyard, not literally back from the dead. I think William would have noticed and raised hell.
Grell: Right...sooooo...
Ai-Chan: Ummm...well...you seee...this chapter gets dark and fast. I'm talking Wreck it Ralph plot fast. It's really short and gets dark and stays dark.
Grell: *gasp* NO!
Ai-Chan: What? I promise there isn't any death. *mumbles* Just mentions of abusive relationships and crazy psychologists...
Grell: Oh...ok then. Good thing you don't own Kuroshitsuji.
Grell Sutcliff. The epitome of everything wrong in the shinigami world; at least, to me that is. The flamboyant, red-headed, unprofessional, irritating, beautiful shinigami….wait. No! Grell is not beautiful. Handsome, maybe, but beautiful? William T. Spears. What in shinigami's name are you thinking? Grell is a man. He has a certain something between his legs that, according to anatomy, shouldn't be compatible on a sexual level. But, did that stop me from falling for the man? No. Did it keep me from seeing his 'inner woman?' No. Why this inner turmoil now?
"Wiiiiiiiill-uuuuuuuuu!"
"Oh, shiii-!"
I was tackled to the ground by a mass of red. I barely saw it coming before I realized who it was. Speak of the devil, or in this case think of the devil, and he will come.
"Grell, how many times do I have to tell you not to tackle me in the morning? We get to work at 6 AM. It's too early for this. I haven't had my morning coffee yet."
"But, that's what I came early for! Let's go get some coffee at the café down the street. Please? Oh, please, Will? No one else starts coming in until seven."
"Fine, I guess I could spare an hour. I don't have that much paperwork anyway. Not since you started turning yours in on time, at least."
I let myself be dragged away by Grell. I haven't had to stay late anymore due to his paperwork being completed half an hour before schedule. The café we ended up at was small. It was intimate, but not overly so. Bouncing over to a table in the corner, Grell sat down and patted the table opposite him. I walked over, not fond of bouncing, and took my seat. A waitress quickly came over to take our orders. Without hesitating Grell ordered for the both of us, seemingly having memorized the menu.
As we waited for our order, which wasn't very long, Grell kept gazing around the café, avoiding eye contact. An instant red flag went up in my mind. Grell wouldn't normally avoid making eye contact unless something was wrong. That much I've picked up in the past few years, along with many of his other quirks.
"Grell, is something wrong?"
"No! Nothing's wrong," he looked back down at the table, finding his hands very interesting.
"Hmm, I won't press further, then."
The thing about Grell is, when something's wrong and he doesn't want to talk, you don't press the issue. If he talks, fine. If not, he'll talk when he feels ready. I vaguely went through his profile before he came into the division, having known him from class. I did come across something interesting. He seemed to have had a relationship prior to our class together, which was the last year of middle school. The specific details of it weren't listed, except that it had ended badly, and he'd been to a psychiatrist for a couple of months after.
Grell P.O.V
Oh, how lovely it was to finally go on a date with William! Well, I guess it could sort of be considered a date. There wasn't much talking, more so on my part, but the silence wasn't too uncomfortable. I guess the café brought back some memories that I'm not too fond of. I would rather forget that time than keep remembering all of the horrible things I went through at one point. I can tell he noticed I was feeling down, but he didn't comment on it. That's what I love most about Will. I know I'll have to tell Will about my past sometime, but I don't know if I'll ever be able to open up that much to him. I'll deal with that when the time finally comes. For now I need to focus on our current relationship.
Grell: WHY!?
Ai-Chan: I don't know! My brain decided it would thicken the plot!
Grell: Then we must be rid of your brain once and for all! Come, let me murder it!
Ai-Chan: No! I need it to write the next chapter! I'll try to make it sunshine and roses! Oh gawd! *runs* Review please!