Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji.
A/N: I just sort of made this all up on the spot…. Thought it'd be good to make… enjoy!
On another note, I changed the point of view on this, so it isn't 1st person. It's in third… enjoy!
William moves about the kitchen quickly, trying to make another bottle for what he presumed was the millionth time. Alright, that's an exaggeration, he thinks to himself. But still, the damn kid drinks a lot.
Will was tired. Normally, he was up all night, but for work. And he could always rely on catching up on come sleep. Now, this baby required all his attention, draining the energy out of him. And this was only the third day. Just like a demon, Will thinks to himself again. He glances at the boy, feeling bad for thinking that, and shakes his bottle.
The baby boy sat in a high-chair, watching Will with a baby's interest, not really understanding everything. Besides the fact that he was hungry. The little one stared at Will, watching him approach him before he picked him up in his arms, and feeding him the bottle. The baby sucked greedily on it, turning and cuddling his body into Will's chest. Will replied with an exhausted sigh.
"I'm here, darling!" Grell called as he charged through the front door, dropping all he was carrying. Will winced as the chainsaw hit the ground with a loud bang, and the infant looked up startled, wondering where the loud noise was coming from. Grell moved to take him from Will's arms, and Will happily complied.
"What took you so long?" Will questioned Grell as he prepared to make supper.
"There was a hold-up. You know, more deaths in a particular place the usually. Oh, my, aren't you adorable?" Grell begins to talk to the baby instead, who is sitting on his lap. The infant makes a lopsided smile, and Grell laughs, tickling his belly before going back to feeding him.
William watches while getting two plates. "Do you have a name for him yet?"
Grell looks up. "Oh, wanting to get close now, are we? And no, I don't."
"I don't want to get 'close', I'm just asking. I don't want to keep referring to him as 'that kid' or 'baby' or 'infant'. It gets tiring."
"Alright, we'll give him my name!" He smiles at Will, then at the baby. "Hmm, miniature Grell? How does that sound?"
Will groaned, sitting next to Grell with both their plates. "We don't need another you. And… I don't really know, there are a lot of choices."
"Of course there are. How about Matthew? Alexander? John?" He gets up, putting the kid in a cradle we got for him, then turns and sits back down next to Will. "Well?"
"Well… I think you're crazy. And those names are used so much."
"So is William."
"Sutcliff….." William looks at him. "You exhaust me."
"Oh, I'm going to tell everyone that now! "OH, Sutcliff, my darling, how much you exhaust me! OH! Uhh!" Grell's voice mimic's Will's, and he leans his head against Will's shoulder, thrashing around a bit.
"Stop it with such nonsense!" Will gets up, his plate cleaned, and heads to the kitchen. "And seriously, we need a name for him."
"Well, why are you asking me? I'm terrible with these kinds of things!" Grell soon finishes his food, rinsing the dish, before turning to Will and crossing his arms. "Do you have any idea?"
William glances at the living room, wondering. What would he name him? He didn't want to give him an absurd name, but not one 4 out of 5 people might have. He walks over to him, glancing at the infant, and smiles to himself.
The baby had red hair, already growing in thick. Large, blue eyes when he was awake. Pale skin. He fell asleep quickly in his cradle, his lashes brushing chubby cheeks. Will sighed, then looked at his hand. The black circle with diamond patterns was still there, darkening on his flesh. It bothered Will, but he was glad that it wasn't a full demon.
"Xavier."
Grell looks up at Will, startled. "I'm sorry?"
"Xavier. It's not used a lot, it's unusual, it's nice."
Grell stares a moment before laughing gleefully. "Alright, and his last name?"
Will continues to stare at the child. "I don't care about its last name."
"Will, you don't need to say 'it' anymore…. thanks to you, we can now use Xavier. Xavier Sutcliff…. nice, but no. How about Xavier Spears? Or no… Xavier T. Spears?" Grell giggles at this. "Oh my gosh, yes! It sounds so adorable! Can you imagine?" He laughs some more. "What does the T stand for anyways.?"
"None of your business, that's what. And I don't care, as long as he has a first name."
William makes coffee, struggling to stay up. Grell skips over to his side.
"You know, what's the point in complaining in the lack of sleep if you're just downing coffee?"
William freezes. "Point taken." He turns and walks to his room. "Goodnight. If you need to, you can take the couch." He walks in, shutting his door, getting into a pair of black silk pajamas, and goes to bed… or rather, lays there for a bit.
'What am I thinking? I hate demons… and the thought of a hybrid… then again, I don't even know what I think of a hybrid….'Will wonders, staring at the ceiling, his thoughts now bothering him. 'And I was so close to letting him die... and now…' Will had to admit, he liked looking at the kid, holding him, even though he wished he was rather at work sometimes than with him. His warm body, all soft and cuddly…
'Damn, what'd that kid do to me?' He questions himself. 'Time to try and sleep….' And with that, William falls asleep, his thoughts now heavily on the newly named Xavier T. Spears.