Chapter 6
I walked to my house, vaguely remembering the directions. As I looked upon the red house with roses in the front, I thought of blood running down me. Sweet, sweet, blood. The gift from my enemies. I unlocked the door and walked inside. The red foyer led into the living room, and down the hall was the bathroom. I went inside it and tore of the "clothes" I wore. Looking around, I caught eye of cosmetics, and makeup. Did I have a girlfriend? What was all that doing here?
I turned on the shower until it was warm, and emerged my body into the water. Dirt and grime fell out of my hair the more I washed it. It soon turned into a vibrant shade of red. It would match with the outfit I hoped to find in my closet. I washed my body carefully as to not rub against the deep scars too much. The scars on my back were odd. I felt a star and a circle. How strange. I continued washing then wrapped my cut body into a towel and found my bedroom. I looked through the closet carefully. All I could find was a bunch of very red, very feminine dresses. I needed to go shopping. But I needed clothes to do that. Ugh… I never thought it would result in this.
I had no other choice. This ruined my dignity and reputation in a couple of minutes. If I was to be recognized as a murder and the worst of the worst, I better look awfully convincing as a woman, or somebody I once knew was going to recognize me. I found a bra in the bottom of a drawer and stuffed it to look like a woman. I carefully brushed my hair out and straightened it with the tools I found in the bathroom. I threw on the undergarments on and squeezed my slender chest into a corset. I then chucked the most feminine dress I could find over my head and put on tights. As a final touch, I applied the makeup I found earlier to my pale face. I looked pretty convincing I must say.
Cross dressing wasn't my thing, and if anyone found out about this, that I was really male, this could end me. I looked in a full length mirror. The dress was short and flirty, coming to only mid-thigh. There wasn't any shoulder straps, but it did have red gloves. The chest stood out like I was really wasn't male, and the black and red went with my hair. The top of the dress was tight and the dress had red lace at the top, then a ribbon of black with a bow at the waist, and some more red lace finishing up the skirt. The fishnet tights were so thin, I could feel the cool air leaving through them. Lastly, I found three inch heels to go along with it all.
Blushing, I left the house and went the nearest store. The interior was covered with a bunch of posters of bands that I suppose Shinigamis like from the human world. They said titles like Black Veiled Brides, Hollywood Undead, Bring Me The Horizon, Sleeping With Sirens, Of Mice And Men, and Suicide Silence.
My heels clicked against the cement floor when an employee came up to me. "Hello miss," she smiled, "do you need any help?"
I silently let out a sigh of relief. "Yes," I squeaked, "I'm looking for some clothes for my boyfriend. He really likes dark clothing."
"Right this way."
She led me to a section of dark clothes and I took my pick. First, a short sleeve black shirt that went halfway up my neck. I chose black leather pants that had silver stitching going in a crisscross pattern down them, I got it because I reminded me of my scars. I then picked out a long sleeve black coat that came down to nearly my ankles. It had leather buckles along the arms. To match, I found some black leather heeled boots that had buckles on them, identical to the coat. This was me. Dark, like my soul.
After paying for everything, I walked back home and changed. I hated that revolting dress and makeup. Looking at my new attire, I felt much more like myself. I quickly did my hair into a high ponytail and had it fall down my back. "Work should be interesting. I wonder what my job is."
I headed to the Shinigami building. As I walked, everyone I saw was looking at me. I wonder why. I couldn't find my office once I was inside, and I accidentally ran into a short blond and brown haired Shinigami holding a lawnmower.
"Excuse me," I said calmly.
"It's fine, dude…" He looked up to me, gasping with surprise in his eyes. "Follow me!" he said, grabbing my arm.
He suddenly dragged me into an office that I assumed was his. It said "Ronald Knox" on the door.
"Excuse me?" I questioned.
"Are you Grell Sutcliff?" he asked quietly, shutting the door.
"Yes," I responded in utter annoyance. What was wrong with this kid?
He mumbled to himself, "After all this time…" He turned to me, "Where were you? We have been looking for you for ages. William has gone crazy looking for you!"
"What are you talking about?" I shouted, "I don't know what happened to me. I wake up in a strange room, hardly remembering anything, and you ask me what happened? I know no one here. I remember nothing. If I did at one point in time, I don't care, because this is who I am, lonely. I don't need anyone."
My feet had a mind of their own as I walked out the door to the office, leaving the young man crying. Who does he think he is? He can't just demand anything out of me. I'll kill him if he does that again. Anyway, if someone was really looking for me, why didn't they find me? Oh yeah, they really cared enough to leave me missing for who knows how long. Tsk. I don't need anyone. What weaklings.
Another chapter done! I now am trying to make all my chapters at least one thousand words. I hope I didn't ruin Grell's new scary personality by making him cross dress. Oops. Thank you for reading, favoriting, following and reviewing!