OH NOES! I promised I wouldn't post another chapter until I finished the next one!*whacks head on table* Sooooo tiiiirreeeddd. But on sugar so I'm good!
I'd like to thank my super special editor Silver Spirit Fox for editing for meee! (I now owe her teriyaki food.)
I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUJI NOR ANY OF IT'S CHARACTERS!
Enough of me babbling, on to the only violent chapter in this whole story (probably).
Chapter 3
The Reaper, At work
Grell
"Ok….who's first to die?" Grell asked his butler, pushing his glasses farther up his nose. At the other end of the table, refusing to eat, Sebastian took the forms out of the file. "A Mister Andrew Davy, age 42, to be shot in the head at precisely 9:08 this morning." The reaper nodded, looking at Sebastian over his glasses. Taking a sip of his tea, he asked, "Where exactly do we need to wait for this man?"
Sebastian looked at the form. "The corner of….Elm and Maple in London…" Grell closed his eyes and sat back in the cherry chair. That's about a 15 minute ride from here, he thought. 5 minute run…though he preferred the horses… "What time is it now?" "It is about 9 now…" Sebastian murmured. Grell's green eyes snapped open. "Damn!" he yelled slipping his coat back on.
"COME ON SEBAS-CHAN!" He yelled running out of the room.
Sebastian
He ran out of the manor after the shinigami and looked around. No sign of him. "SEBAS-CHAN!" The demon jumped and looked up at the roof where Grell was standing, the wind blowing his hair and coat. Sebastian's eyebrows moved slightly up his forehead and he cupped his hand over his eyes to see the reaper.
Grell bent his knees and set off running down the sloping shingles. He hit the edge and jumped soaring to land carefully in the tall oak tree next to the manor. Perched on the branch like a bird, the reaper looked back at his companion. "Race you," he said, a sly smile creeping onto his face. He jumped to the next tree, and the next, his red hair trailing out behind him.
Sebastian allowed himself to smile. Anyone who managed to do that in high heels was either not human, or insane. Grell was both. But that was the shinigami he knew and…. He let the thought trail out of his mind as he ran at the speed of sound to catch up with his energetic master.
Grell
Labored breathing could be heard around the corner. The red-head looked up at the sign. East was Elm street and to the South was Maple. He took out a pocket watch. 9:05. Reaching deeper in the coat, he brought out the pathetic butter knife that was serving as his temporary scythe, and the file on the man. Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he jumped.
"I won," a smooth voice whispered behind him. Grell started to turn, but stopped when he heard another voice, much squeakier from the corner. "I..I dn't ow yu any mone…" Silence. "Yu…yu on da corna…." Grell turned to Sebastian. "Sebby, be a doll and stay here until I'm done." he whispered. The butler bowed. With that the reaper turned down into the alley way at the end of Elm street.
Andrew Davy was sitting in the corner of the alley. He was of average height, with a ruddy face and startling blue eyes. In his hand was a pistol, and he was currently aiming it at his head, with its mop of dirty blonde hair. He saw Grell turn down the alley and stiffen when he saw Andrew.
"Naut a steep mor…" The man grumbled, obviously drunk. "Oar I'll shoot meself n yu won get yer mone." Grell rolled his eyes. This was the fourth suicidal person this month. What kind of reaper did Will think he was? "Look," he said. "I don't mean to be rude, but could you just shoot yourself so I can move onto the next person. Because I have the most gorgeous man in the entire world waiting for me, and I'm only here because Will is making me work overtime." The drunk looked at him incredulously.
Sebastian
Three very loud gunshots were heard, followed by something heavy dropping to the ground. "Master? Are you done yet?" No reply. "Grell?" The butler peered down the alley, and didn't like what he saw.
"GRELL!" The shinigami was lying face-down motionless on the cobblestones, a small puddle of blood forming around him. The drunk looked from the gun to the still figure back to the gun, dropped it and tried in vain to run away. Another gunshot sounded, and the man fell to the stones. Behind him, holding the smoking pistol, Sebastian glared at the man, and dropped the weapon.
"Grell…" the butler flipped the shinigami over, and held his figure in his arms. The wound was fatal. Suddenly it didn't seem fair. Demons and grim reapers had been enemies before the world had even begun. Perhaps, if that hadn't been so, he may have actually liked the shinigami. Leaning forward, he wrapped Grell in a tight embrace. He closed his eyes, fighting the feelings that he had kept hidden for so long.
What did he feel for the red-head? Even he didn't know. Friends? Perhaps…but Sebastian couldn't fight the feeling that there was something else there. Something that was controlling his actions right now…stroking his hair….holding him….
"Oh Sebas-chan….." a voice murmured seductively. The demon's red eyes snapped open. Grell was blushing and beaming like an idiot, his mouthful of fangs making him look like a demon himself. "You do caaaaaaaare!" He proclaimed, wrapping his arms around Sebastian's neck, who promptly dropped the reaper. "Awww…come on! It was sooooo romantic!" Sebastian stood brushing off imaginary dust off of his suit and tailcoat. Grell too got to his feet and coughed into his hand. He shook his head to clear his thoughts and held out his hand to the demon. In the palm of the gloved hand, were three steel bullets.
I love being immortally half-god." He grinned, and Sebastian suppressed the urge to slap him.
HA HA! You probably thought I was going to make Grell injured for the whole story! HA! That just goes to prove you can't trust meee. ~ :3
*sigh* I probably could have done without this chapter, but a certian someone comes to collect paperwork at a...eh...shall we say...bad time. :)
Heh heh heh :)
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~FW17
