I do not own Kuroshitsuji or any of the characters. They belong to the wonderful Yono Toboso.

Warning: There is some naughty language towards the end

curtosey of Will getting really pissed off

(for those scared of F-bombs, take cover)

Ch.3

Those young and Innocent Years:

Bacon, Lipstick, and Demon hexes

Grell slipped into his uniform for the new school. "You know that this new school is bound to be a posh place with dopey uniforms like this" muttered Grell. It was early and he was tired, boys were not designed to wake up at 5:00 in the morning. Grell looked at himself in the mirror. The mirror in his room was one of the only mirrors in the house besides the one in the bathroom and the ones in Undertaker's shop. It was a cracked, large vanity mirror that Grell had fished out from the trash. It was a bit grimy but Grell washed it up enough for him to be able to use it.

He stared at his reflection. Red hair, stringy and unruly, just like Undertakers. Bright Green eyes, like a cats. Sharp white Shark-like teeth. (Father said that it was from Grell's tendency to chew and bite on hard and pointy things when he was little. He managed to chip his teeth horribly making them crooked and jagged. Self-conscious Grell managed to do a little sharpening to even them out.) His face was ghostly pale, along with the rest of his body. Oh the pains of being a ginger. The uniform was relatively plan and boring. A light tan sport's coat with a pair of matching shorts that stoped just above the knee. A white shirt with a tan vest under the jacket with a dark blue tie. Dark blue socks that reached just below the knee, and a pair of plain black shoes. And finally, to top it all off, a light brown satchel for Grell to carry all his supplies in.

Grell snorted at the itchy uniform plan. He stuck his tough out at the mirror. Ugly, ugly, ugly, that's what he looked like. The clothes didn't go well with him at all!. Whats worse is he had to cut his hair short due to the school's dress code. Of course his hair wasn't terrible short. It still fell in his eyes and covered his ears, he couldn't bare for it to be any shorter, like one of those men in the military. He'd feel bald! He scowled as he stuck on his glasses. The three brothers were each terrible short-sighted. Ronald's was the worst and he needed extra large glasses that looked like goggles on his small face. Grell and Will had nearly the same vision so Grell would get Will's old glasses. Grell was sure that this wasn't healthy for his eyes, but glasses where expensive and Grell couldn't see a thing without them. They plan old wire-rim glasses and where actually a bit to big for Grell and often slid down Grell's nose, much to Grell's annoyance.

"GRELL!"

Will was calling him. Grell could tell by his annoying no nonsense voice. 'God, I wish he'd just get of my back.' thought Grell. "I'm up!" Grell screamed back, stomping out of his room. "I'm up, I'm dressed, all I need is a nice big meal and I'll be ready for a busy day of sitting down and standing up and sitting down again!"

William was in the kitchen, he was already in his uniform as well, because he was in a grade higher then Grell William's uniform was different. For one thing instead of shorts his uniform had black slacks. He had a navy blue sports coat with brown trim, and a matching blue tie. He had a navy blue cap placed neatly on his head, and was wearing a freshly ironed white shirt. William had recently got a new pair of glasses. They thick framed rectangular glasses, which made him look very serious. His dark brown hair was kept short as usual slicked back. He was cooking breakfast. An extra special breakfast apparently since Grell could smell the unmistakable smell of...bacon!

Grell ran for his seat at the table. He began getting his plate together. It was very seldom that they had got to be treated to bacon in the Undertaker's house, and that was a shame for it was everyone's favorite.

"Go wake your brother, won't you Grell?" asked Will

Grell whined, "But...bacon..."

William sighed, "Waking up your brother will not prevent you from getting bacon Grell, besides its not even done yet."

Grell slammed his fork into the plate, "Fine, but I get first dibs on the bacon!"

Grell stomped of into Ronald's room, he was surprised Ronald wasn't already up and at the table, what with the intoxicating smell of bacon.

He looked through the doorway. Sure enough, there was Ronald, fast asleep. Usually Grell would be asleep at this hour too, in fact he usually slept in the longest. An evil smile began to grow on Grell's face, he knew how to wake his little brother up.

0.0

earlier that day

William wondered out of the bathroom, his hair slicked back, his uniform on, all he was missing was...

"Don't forget your tie Willie."

The Undertaker was standing in the doorway putting what looked like bacon strips on the frying pan.

"Thanks dad," William said as he took the tie from his father's hands. "Umm, dad, is that...bacon?"

The Undertaker chuckled, he knew it was his sons' favorite, but with the price of it nowadays, it was a luxury saved for special occasions. "Well, it just seemed to me that today was a special day." He looked up at the clock and sighed, "You wouldn't mind taking over would you Willie." he said giving the pan to William, "I've got to go to the prison this morning to claim another dead body, they had an execution just last night and this other block, Burke something-or-other, has been trying to take my cadavers! I've got to get there early before he claims them and I know he won't get there till eight o'clock so plan on being there at seven!"

"Alright dad," answered William taking the pan, you go ahead and head out, I'll take it from here.

"Better put on you tie son." said the Undertaker as he headed for the door.

William felt the tie draped around his shoulder, he quickly tied it around his neck and continued preparing breakfast, 'I wonder if Grell's still mad at me." thought William as he cooked. 'Oh god, Grell, Ronald, are they even up yet?'

"GRELL?" William called

0.0

Grell tip-toed into Ronald's bedroom, careful not to wake him up. "Oh, Ronnie," he whispered hovering over Ron as he slept, "It's been so long since we've played dress-up." Grell pulled his old lipstick. When Grell and Ronald where younger. Grell would always play dress up with Ron. Usually it was just silly things like wizards and knights, or they would play house with Grell as the mommy and Ron as the baby. Grell smiled at the memories of William yelling at him telling him that he can't be the mommy. Grell would then retaliate with, "Oh Will, then you can be the mommy and I'll be the daddy!" and the rest of the game would be Grell chasing Will around the house with some lipstick and frilly aprons and ribbons trying to dress him up.

Grell couldn't remember where he had gotten the make-up. Probably on the street somewhere, or maybe somewhere with Undertaker's supplies. Sometimes for certain occasions Undertaker would put make-up on his corpses to pretty them up. Grell shuddered at the idea of his lipstick being on a corpse. It was probably completely unsanitary for him to have ever used it.

The lipstick was a deep shade of red. Blood red actually, by now it was old and worn down, it melted away from it's original sleek sharpness it once had. The cap it was held in was old and chipped. He remembered, when late at night, when no one was looking he would admire himself in the mirror and put it on. He had a whole set of make-up, stashed away, he would put it all on. Trying to make himself look pretty, daring, sexy. But it never quite turned out. He was still too young to be sexy, to poor to be daring, and too...boyish to be pretty, at least the pretty he was going for. Whatever that was. William never knew, nor did the Undertaker. He wouldn't understand, no one ever understood him. He liked doing boy things like run and climb and hunt and get hurt. But he also liked girly things, like make-up and dressed and doing hair. That's the real reason he hated Robin so much. Her and her stupid pretty dresses, and her stupid pretty hair, and her stupid pretty face, it wasn't fair.

Grell shook his head out of his day dreaming thoughts and went back to the deviant task at hand. "Oooo, you are going to be so pretty Ronald!" he giggled quietly.

0.0

It had been awhile since Will had sent Grell to go wake his brother. Will began to worry. "What could he be doing..." Then he heard a scream which could only answer his question.

"GRELL!" He screamed, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE! I SWEAR IF YOU RUIN OUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL..."

"WIIIILLLL!" Squealed Ronald crying out of his room, he face covered in red. He wrapped his arms around Will's waist, tears streaming down his eyes.

"What's wrong Ronald," Will asked, Ron surprised by his sudden out burst. He could see the lip-stick all over his face, but this wasn't the Ron didn't usually act this scared when Grell decided to play a cruel game of make-up...Grell. William's blood boiled, how could he...today, of all days, pull a stunt like this. All he had to do was wake up his little brother, like a NORMAL PERSON! Was that so hard for him to do!

"Can't you see," answered Ron, "I'm dieing!" he began to weep some more.

"Dieing?"

"My face!" Cried Ron, "It's covered in blood! Haven't you ever seen blood before, last night a demon came into my bedroom and placed a hex on me! The hex was that I would bleed to death through my face!" tears streamed down Ronald's cheeks as he rubbed some of the lipstick from his face off into his hand. "See...blood! I'M BLEEDING TO DEATH!" he screamed.

William's teeth grinded. He couldn't believe how fucked up his brother was. Today, the most important day of his life, he scares his youngest brother half to death by telling him that he was bleeding to death because of a demon hex.

"GRELL!" William screamed, "YOU BETTER GET YOUR ASS IN HERE RIGHT NOW! YOU ARE IN SO MUCH FUCKING TROUBLE!"