Chapter 8

I stormed down a hall after yelling at the young reaper. Where was I? This seemed oddly familiar. I had been here, many, many times. I turned to a dark wooden door. It had a name plaque that said "William T. Spears". Maybe he could tell me where my office was and what work I had to do.

I walked into a man worked tediously at a desk. Paperwork surrounded him in neat little piles. There was not pictures of anyone, and nothing that would in any way personalize the space. He spoke quietly without looking up.

"What is it?"

"Are you Mr. Spears?"

"Yes, in fact," he continued at his work, "what business do you have with me?"

"I want to know where my office is. I cannot seem to remember."

"Oh really? Why don't you remember… Mr…" He finally looked up. "SUTCLIFF! What happened to you?" He jumped out of his chair and moved towards me.

"What do you mean?"

"Well… for starters, your clothes. They… are so different. So unlike you. And your attitude… Never mind Grell. All change is good, if with a good intention. Where were you?"

I thought. He wasn't nearly as rude as the other death god. I might as well tell him my story. I explained to him slowly, telling him about everything since I came out of that strange room, except for my crossdressing and the scars running down my body.

"Oh Grell… You came back here to work? You need help. You need your memory back. I need to know what happened to you."

"I don't want it back," I stated flatly. "Why does everyone look at me weird? You are doing it too."

"I would tell you, but, this is going to take some time explaining. How about we go for a drink after work? I could tell you everything I know, which is quite a lot. But, I am your boss, and I can tell you what you need to do to get situated."

He moved closer to me and put his arms gently under mine and hugged me. I was taken aback. He talked softly while looking over my shoulder, slightly above my head because he was taller than me. "I'm sorry we couldn't have found you. I looked everywhere, I truly did. And Grell, I missed you. More than you think. So, if you remember me, come back." I found myself blushing at his touch and his soft words. I felt so small next to him. I wrapped my arms around him and cuddled into his chest slightly, nuzzling my head into his suit. Wait… What was I doing? Why did I like it?

I pulled away, thankfully I was in my trance long enough to not make the hug awkward. My face felt hot. What the heck was that? "Uh thanks. But, I truly remember nothing about my past. I'll take both offers, I need a drink. Can you show me to my desk right now?"

"Of course." He led me out the hall near a window. "Everything you left here a year ago is still here. I haven't allowed anyone to touch anything." I looked around. Inside the room there was a red table cloth covering the desk. The walls were covered by pictures of male human actors. They looked like something a ten year old human would have covering the walls of her room. There were picture frames on top of the desk. All of them had an image of a red – haired Shinigami smiling with different death gods and humans. He had red glasses and an exotic work uniform. Flirty and showy of the skinny waist and thin legs.

"Is that me?" I asked, afraid of the answer. I glanced more at the pictures, and saw one last picture with the same Shinigami wearing a fancy red and black lace ball gown. I crossdressed? No.

"Er… yes."

"Oh my." I whispered. I fumbled with the drawer underneath the desk and opened it. Not only was there the usual office supplies, I found bright red nail polish, a makeup case, leather gloves, and, a picture of the man standing next to me. "Why would I keep a picture of you in my desk drawer?"

He scratched the back of his neck. "Long story, I'll tell it to you tonight."

I moved away from the desk and to the closet on the side of the wall. I expected to find a collection of coats. But, instead I found a collection of more red dresses, showy and tight. I blushed. "Am I allowed to change my office up?"

"Go ahead. You are the only who made it like this in the first place, after all."

I sighed out relief. I don't think I could survive in this room for more than an hour, with the smell of sweet perfume and all that red. Red is good, if it's the blood of my victims.

Mr. Spears had me sit back down and listen to him talk about my job and what I had to do. My talked for hours, explaining everything from paperwork to reaping of souls and encountering different immortal creatures.

"Look at the time!" he exclaimed around seven. "Want to head out now?"

"Sounds fine with me."

I left my office and followed him back down the hall near his office. He quickly grabbed his coat, threw it on, and we left the building.

"So you don't remember anything?"

"Not a thing, except my address, the Shinigami building, and my name."

"Maybe when I tell you about yourself the memories will return? I don't know. This whole ordeal is shady. You disappear for a year, turn up and remember nothing. Something odd is going on…"

As he pondered this, we walked into a bar and sat down at a table. Mr. Spears ordered a drink, and not knowing what I liked, I got the same thing.

"Let's start, shall we?" He started to explain my past, from the time we met in high school, the murder of Madam Red and my love for blood. After a few minutes, the waiter came back and gave us our drinks. I drank mine in slow moderation, worried about how much alcohol my body could take. "The reason you found makeup and dresses is because ahm… you are extremely gay and love calling yourself a lady."

"What?"

"That's why I was surprised to see you dressed so dark and not flirty."

"I flirted with you?"

He blushed a little, his cheeks looking rose pink. "Everyone, Grell. Sebastian, all the Shinigami, and me."

"Oh…" I started blushing. "Sorry?"

"No need to apologize. I must admit, it did add a bit of fun into my day. It's hilarious how you would walk in and mess with me. I told you many times to leave me alone but, when you left, I couldn't believe it. I thought… I thought it was my fault."

"Whatever it was, I didn't leave because of you."

"How do you know? You don't remember anything, even after I told you."

I didn't leave voluntarily, if I did, I wouldn't have scars on my back and my memory stolen. "I just know. Trust me."

He looked at me, and I noticed a tear falling down his cheek. I wiped his tear away with my fingertip, touching his soft skin, handsome and professional as always. What am I thinking? Ugh…

He smiled slightly. "Don't worry about me. We have to get your memories back and get you back to normal."

I grinned and took my hand off his face, which was now hot pink. "Can you help me?"

"Sure. It's weird to see you like this." He sighed across the table. "I'm surprised."

I giggled and took a long sip of my drink. "You want me back?"

"It would be interesting to find out how much you would disgrace your style because it has no red."

The more we talked, about work, my missing memories, and many other topics, I kept drinking and my mind was becoming hazy. More and more glasses piled up on the table. Mr. Spears only had two, while I had too many drinks to count.

"Will," I slurred, "Were you in love with the old me?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You want him back, and you blush every time I lay a finger on you." I got off the leather seat and strutted two steps. I leaned over his pale face with a predatory look on my face. I had lost my sense of reality with the alcohol that swished in my stomach.

I yanked him up on his feet by the hair and pinned him up against the wall. I leaned into his face ever so slightly and whispered, "Does this make you nervous, Will?"

"Grell… what are doing?"

"Checking your emotions."

I closed the gap between our lips and kissed him. He lost himself with my lips. He gave in quickly, and moved his lips with mine. I wrapped my hands around his neck and I felt one hand tangling in my hair and the other around my waist. Willing to take it farther, I licked his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth. His tongue wrapped around mine while I moved a leg in between his. He groaned and after a minute or so ended the kiss. A strand of saliva connected our mouths.

"Grell, you are drunk, I shouldn't have let you do that…"

"No regrets Will, that's what I live by."

"I got to take you home. You still have to go to work tomorrow, a work pile worth a year has piled up on your desk."

I sighed and fell into his arms. I might have been drunk but I could still walk. William didn't know that. He picked me up, bridal style. I felt his long arms wrap around my waist one more, and one touching the back of my knees. I smiled at the thought of my William touching me. I moved my head into his chest and snuggled into him. He was warm, and as he carried me outside back to my house, the midnight cold bit me. I heard a door open and the arms left me. I was being wrapped in something warm, it smelled like William, my love. I fell into a deep sleep thinking about the kiss we shared and how much he enjoyed pressing his lips into mine.

Grelliam at last! I hoped you liked this, there is more to come! Thank you for the reviews, favorites, and follows!