Hey guys, Zombie here. Sorry we've been so inactive lately, we all had finals. And I'm lazy. I know its been a while but we have got more chapter coming up, and I will try to get the stories in on time. I feel bad because Potato was urging me to post and I got too lazy. LOVE YOU POTATO SANS.
Grell shrugged the jacket off his shoulders, it was tailored for a woman and couldn't fit comfortably worn any other way. Just another reminder of what he would never be. He began to walk away; the last thing he wanted was to fight.
"Sebastian, I order you to kill him. He is Jack the Ripper, we can't allow him to live", Ciel shouted at his aunt's side. Grell stopped in his tracks and turned around slowly, smiling without joy, nothing but empty sadness as the demon lunged at him.
"Mmhm, want to play rough, do you, Bassy? It's true that it's more fun when it hurts a little",
Grell licked his lips and wildly slashed with his death scythe. He stopped dead for a moment, a brief second in time, almost immeasurable, as he could have sworn he saw a black-suited figure carrying a hedge clipper death scythe, standing motionless on the rooftop behind Sebastian. Maybe, just maybe….
"Love is so painful, isn't it Bassy? Why, this does so remind me of the tragedy of Romeo and Juliet! You're giving me chills, my dove feathered raven! I feel I could bear your children if only you'd let me!" Grell ranted on, hoping desperately that William was there. He had an unfortunate foreboding that this fight wouldn't end in his favor.
"There is one technique I absolutely did not want to resort to", Sebastian muttered to himself, pulling off his long tailcoat.
"At last you're going to fight me seriously, are you, Bassy?" Grell laughed maniacally throwing his head back. He lunged at the demon, raising his scythe in front of himself, the whirring filling his ears with something akin to music. Sebastian's tailcoat rippled in the wind, and the whirring of the chainsaw death scythe stopped abruptly, and Grell fell to the surface of the roof.
"What-What the hell…" he snarled tugging at the caught fabric, his fingers shaking as Sebastian loomed over him.
"N-no…. please! D-don't kill me" the reaper whispered, shrinking back, but with nowhere to hide.
The first blow made contact with the side of his face and would have knocked him out if he were a normal human being. The second was worse, and sent him off the roof and onto the ground below with a sickening crack. Grell tried to reach for his death scythe, but his arm had been twisted beyond salvation. Sebastian laughed coldly.
"Isn't it true that reapers can only be killed by their own death scythes?" he mocked. The demon gripped the caught fabric and effortlessly tugged free, causing the chainsaw to whirr to life.
Grell squeezed his eyes shut as the demon swung down at him, not wanting to see his own blood. As the weapon swished through the air, it was met with a metal pole, preventing it from striking him.
"W-William?" Grell asked desperately, glancing around before he spotted his love, standing some twenty feet above him on the roof. So he did care. He didn't want Grell to die after all….
"William! Oh Will, you've come to save me! You've come to-! Grell was cut off sharply as William stepped on his head and crushed his skull into the pavement.
"Reaper, Grell Sutcliff." William Stated. "You have broken several regulations. You used a death scythe which had been modified in disregard to management, you killed humans not on the 'to die' list, and you blatantly threw yourself onto a demon, the very bane of a reaper's existence." William sharply dug his heels into the back of Grell's head.
"But that's not regulation!" Grell tried to shout, his voice muffled to the ground.
"Therefore," William continued more loudly. "I am afraid I will have to confiscate your death scythe and return you to headquarters" He turned to Sebastian. "I apologize for the trouble this wretch has caused you. Please accept my card"
With that, the black reaper stepped off Grell's head, and yanked him sharply by the hair, dragging him down the alley. Grell winced as his already aching limbs were scraped along the cobblestones.
"Ah! W-Will…. It hurts," Grell whimpered. William tsked at him.
"Honestly, it's your own fault, Sutcliff," he said through his teeth. He stopped in his tracks. " I suppose it wouldn't be practical to injure you further." To Grell's complete shock, William picked him up rather gently and leapt into the air.
"Will? Why are you-…?" Grell stated his heart nearly beating. Maybe he did have a chance! Maybe darling didn't hate him after all.
"Shut up, Grell. If you mention this to anyone, I will personally kick you in the face", William snarled.
Grell obliged, and bit his lip in frustration, drawing blood with his dagger-like teeth. It wasn't until much later that night that Grell realized William had called him by his first name, rather than simply 'Sutcliff'. Perhaps it was wishful thinking , but it gave the red head a shred of hope.