Jeeze...Sorry for the late update everyone. Things have been crazy here. I've already been in school for two weeks, and the hurricane came up the East Coast.

I apologize if this chapter has some Sebastian OOC-ness in it.

And all the people reading this who want SebastianXGrell, don't worry...next chapter *laughs maniacally*.

I DO NOT OWN KUROSHITSUJI, SEBASTIAN, OR GRELL, OR ANY OTHER THING RELATING TO THE SERIES.

KTHX!


Chapter 4

His Butler, Confused

Sebastian

They finished up the To Die List, gathering the cinematic records as they went. Sebastian helping where he could, and Grell didn't pull another one of his fake deaths. In fact, he was actually quiet as he went along doing his job. Not a bad kind of quiet, but almost thoughtful, and he just seemed to be enjoying the time with Sebastian.

At about 5 in the evening, they finished and headed back to the manor. "Hopefully Will won't de-promote me again," Grell said hopefully as he landed on the roof and slid off to land lightly on the ground. "Now Sebby," he smiled slyly as he turned to face the black-haired demon. Sebastian stiffened. This was it. The order he had been dreading ever since he'd known he would have to follow Grell's orders for a whole day. He was going to ask him to…He shuddered. "What would you like for dinner?" "Whaaaat?" Sebastian asked, not expecting that at all. Grell, apparently hadn't heard him. "OOH! I know!" He skipped into the house, leaving a very stunned Sebastian outside.

Grell

Sebastian was acting very strange. First of all, he was avoiding the shinigami's gaze, and he was mumbling more than usual. Grell thought he wasn't feeling well, and the instant remedy for that was beef stew, made with looooovvvvve.

He made it half-way to the kitchen before stopping, and realizing that Sebastian hadn't followed him in. He poked his head back out the front door. "Sebas-chan?"

He was just standing there. "Sebby?" The butler looked at him, almost melting him with those wonderful red eyes. "Grell….you…you do realize that you can order me to do anything you want, and I must obey…" The death god giggled. "Of course, Sebas-chan! So I order you now…" Sebastian tensed again. "…to take me out to a very fancy French restaurant." One of the demon's eyebrows shot up in question. The reaper grinned sheepishly. "I'm all out of beef." He jumped up and down excitedly. "OOH! But let me get changed first!" He ran back inside the house, leaving Sebastian outside, stunned for the second time in ten minutes. "What the hell?" He murmured as he followed his master into the manor.

Sebastian

"How do I look!" Sebastian sighed as he sweat dropped. He'd been expecting something like this. Grell was standing in the doorway in an outfit that looked like it had been picked out by Lady Elizabeth. It was a red ruffled silk party dress with a black ribbon around the waist, and sadly, Sebastian thought, it suited him.

"Fine." Sebastian said bluntly, turning away. "You really think so? Because I think that the amount I paid for it, it isn't much material, but the quality is amazing, and the ribbon really accents my waistline, unlike the dress Lizzie put me in that one time, and-" He then launched into the longest run-on sentence in the history of grammar. Sebastian ignored him.

Grell was more than one person, the demon thought. Right now he was the flirty, confused gender, man-chasing Grell. But there was also the blood thirsty, kill for no reason, reaper Grell. And then, there was the human disguised, clumsy, and shy butler Grell. Sebastian's eyebrows knit together. 'Which one is the real one,' he thought. Then he realized that there wasn't much he knew about the shinigami, nor their kind in general. As a demon, most death gods thought of him as filth for "stealing" souls that they thought should be rightfully reaped. He didn't blame them, but then...why didn't Grell share the same feelings?

"Sebas-chan?" Sebastian snapped out of his thoughts. "Yes master?" Grell put his hands on his hips. "Are we going to go or not? It's awful rude to keep a lady waiting!" "Erm…yes master."

Grell

"Would you stop looking at me master?" "Why should I Sebas-chan?" Grell peered over his glasses at his butler in mock-curiosity. Sebastian mumbled something, blushing furiously. Grell didn't catch what he'd…'Wait,' Grell thought. 'Sebas-chan is…blushing?' He sat straighter up in his chair, now suddenly interested in the man across from him for a different reason that before. A man with dark hair, fair skin, and grey eyes dressed as a waiter came over to their table. "Ah welcome to-Ohhhh." His face changed from neutral to sly. "I see what this is…" He nudged Sebastian's shoulder, making said demon jump. "First date, huh buddy?" "No!" Sebastian said quickly. "We're…we're not-" "It's ok, mate. I don't blame you," he smiled at Grell. "She's very pretty…" Grell giggled while Sebastian face-palmed.

Sebastian ate in silence while Grell gnawed his ears off with shinigami gossip. Which people were getting overtime, which girls Ronald Knox was currently flirting to, ect. They finished quickly and left.

As Grell ran home, he sighed. His day with Sebastian was almost over, and he still hadn't... he sighed again. They arrived at the house at about the same time. Sebastian still had that look on his face…unreadable, but it was still there. "Sebas-chan?" The grim reaper landed lightly next to him. Sebastian was standing as still as a statue. "Are you...alright?" He said hesitantly as he approached the stock-still demon. "Sebas-"

That was when he was tackled to the cobblestones.


YAY! First real cliffhanger!

Sorry to leave you guys hanging. And I hope the next chapter will be out soon.

If you like this story, please visit Clydell Humphries Too Much Red. Its one of my personal favorite Grell fics, and most of the reviewers left. :( I highly reccomend it!

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~FW17