The walk to the bar wasn't too far, but the fact that William even had to walk there in the first place agitated him. He had been merciful to Grell, William had let him off to catch up on sleep, and this is how he wastes his time? 'I would rather him be asleep, dreaming about that dirty, low-life demon than getting wasted, and having to take yet another day of work off, just to recover..' William thought to himself, speeding up as the bar came into his eyesight. In no time, he reached the small dirty pub, and burst in. This not being the first time that William had come here to drag the red reaper home, the raven haired elder quickly found the two, with of course a drink in Grell's hand. William felt the anger boiling up inside him, and he ground his teeth as he made his way over to the giggling red head, and the young blonde. William took the drink out of Grell's gloved hand, and gripped the neck of the bottle tightly. "Grell Sutcliff..where are you supposed to be right now?" he asked shortly, through clenched teeth.

Grell's giggling had immediately ceased. He looked up at his enraged boss, and all of his happiness had been drained. Grell sat there for a moment, hoping, wishing, that this was all a dream, and he was about to wake up in his comfy, red silk bed. Grell's mouth opened, but a strangled noise came out, and he shut it quickly. The read head watched as William's right brow twitched in anger, and Grell cleared his throat. "Nothing bad..Me and Ronnie were just getting a drink! We didn't get to enjoy ourselves last night after all!" the red reaper said this with enthusiasm and confidence, hoping William would tone down, and talk himself into the thought that he was over reacting. But of course, William didn't.

William slammed a fist onto the bar table, and his voice raised a considerable amount. "WRONG AGAIN, SUTCLIFF!" Grell and Ronald both flinched at his actions, both expecting to get hit. William fixed his glasses and took a deep breath, his voice returning to his usual, calm professional voice. "Grell Sutcliff, I told you to go home and rest, did I not?"

Grell stuttered as he spoke. "W-well..you didn't specifically tell me to, you just told me that I was dismissed for the day, so I thought I could-" his voice got lower with each word, until the words trailed off as he looked up at William.

William smirked, his anger was freely overflowing, the look on his face being rather evil. "Ronald, would you mind excusing us for a moment? Actually, you can go ahead and go home. Grell and I have things to discuss.." Ronald took no time in getting up from the booth, and quickly making his way out of the bar. William watched him leave, making sure he was out of ear shot of the upcoming conversation. Will looked back at Grell, who was squirming in his seat, hoping he could leave. "So, what in the world made you think that I would dismiss you to have a free day? When you told me you hadn't slept, I told you to go so you could catch up on sleep. I guess I was wrong for assuming that you had enough common sense to know what to do with your day off."

Grell drew patterns on the table with his index finger and he pouted a bit. "Well.." he bit his lip, knowing he wouldn't be able to wiggle his way out of this. He gave out a sigh of defeat and ran a black gloved hand through his hair. "I'm sorry Will, what can I do-"

Grell was cut of by the sound of Williams scoffing. "Well, since you're obviously not tired enough to go to sleep, I can give you double the paper work. And it will be done by today. Do you hear me Sutcliff? Or are your ears defective as well, hmm?" William had a slight smirk as he said this, knowing he was slowly, but surely hurting the red reaper.

Grell whined "But, but Wiiiiill! That's not fair!" Grell frowned at hid elder when the final comment was made "Defective? What do you mean by that? There's nothing wrong with me!" Grell's voice was raising as tears sprung to his eyes. "No, I'm not perfect, but that doesn't mean that I'm one big mistake all together!" Grell got up, indifferent about whatever his boss had to say now, and started to walk out. Grell let out a yelp when William stood up quickly, and grabbed the red locks, yanking them back so William's mouth was at his ear. Grell shivered, feeling Williams breath trail down his throat.

William placed his mouth, so that his lips brushed against Grell's ear as he whispered harshly. "I DARE you to make a scene like that again, Sutcliff. Don't embarrass me in public like that ever again. Go home, and go to bed. Show up to work tomorrow bright and early, and maybe, just maybe, I'll forget this whole thing. But I swear, if you ever pull a stunt like this again, you won't have to worry about me grabbing your hair, because I'll make you cut it ALL off." William released the red locks, pushing Grell forward a bit when he did. Grell whimpered and caught himself, as he had almost tripped.

Grell didn't waste time as he left out of the bar, and went to the red roofed home. He sighed when he entered, and slammed the door shut, then stormed to his bedroom. He kicked off his heels, and fell forward onto the crimson bed, fisting the covers before letting out a scream of anger into them. Grell sat up after he was done with his fit, and grabbed his diary. Grell tapped the page with the red pen, and finally began to write words down.

Sorry I don't always stay in line,

Is that what you want me to do?

Sorry I don't always do what you want,

Like all your little loyal subjects do,

Sorry I'm not made of sugar,

Am I not sweet enough for you?

Is that why you hate me?

I must be such an inconvenience to you,

Well... I'm just your problem,

I'm just your problem,

It's like I'm not, even a person, am I?

I'm just your problem

Well, I shouldn't have to justify what I do

I shouldn't have to prove anything to you

I'm sorry that I exist,

I forgot what landed me on your blacklist.

But I shouldn't have to be the one that makes up with you,

So... why do I want to?

Why do I want to...

Grell sighed and put the book down, pulling a pillow to his face. He hugged the pillow tightly, and cuddled it to him. Grell began to grit his teeth as he felt a lump in his throat coming up. He tried so hard to force it back, but the emotions were too much, and he began to weep silently into the pillow. He hated this. Crying wasn't something Grell was known for, the only tears he cried in public were fake ones, meant to draw attention. Grell got up after a few minutes of tearshed, and took his beloved red jacket off. He aggressively yanked the red-striped bow away from his throat, and went to the washroom to draw a bath. When he had filled up the bath full of steaming water, he took a rose from a nearby vase and plucked the petals off, then put them in the water. He began to smile as he pulled off his clothes. "Baths are the best..." he said to himself as he slid into the water, hissing as the hot water turned his ivory skin red. He sighed and relaxed in the rose scented tub, submitting to the warmth that comforted him. He put his head under the water, then came back up, giggling as he picked a petal from his nose. He finally washed himself, then spent an hour doing and grooming his long red hair. He put his favorite red robe on, and jumped into his bed. Grell cuddled under the silky sheets, and not long after fell into a deep sleep.

XxxxxX

Grell woke up sometime during the night and rubbed his eyes. He couldn't tell what time it was exactly, but judging by the position of the moon, it was around midnight. Grell changed into his clothes and put his red jacket on as well. "I think it's about time for a midnight stroll.." he smiled to himself, opening a portal and jumping into the mortal world. London was quite fun, and the red reaper was fond of the city. The mortals were quite interesting, and the fact that London had a whole underground society excited him. He never knew mortals could be so thrilling! Grell walked around for a bit before getting rather bored, it was late and some of his favorite shops weren't open. He sighed as he walked around a bit more before coming across a familiar shop. It was dark and eerie with a crooked sign that simply read "Undertaker". Grell smiled bigly, his teeth catching the light. He was quite fond of the elder Shinigami, and thought of this as the perfect opportunity to be around him without William fussing. Grell burst into the shop and called out. "Ohhhh Unny Darliiing! You have a guest." Grell put a hand on his hip and waited. It didn't take long before he saw the silver-haired elder come out of a back room.

"Oh? Seems as I have a very SPECIAL guest. Kehehe." Undertaker smiled bigly, his body shaking a bit with every giggle. "And what brings you by here M'Lady? It's very late, shouldn't you be in bed?" He giggled one more time as Grell threw a bit of hair over his shoulder.

"I've already had my rest for tonight. William was rather harsh to me today, and made me stay at home." Grell said with a pout.

Undertaker smiled even bigger. "Ahh~ I'll have to scold William for acting so harshly twords such a beautiful lady.." Undertaker drew a long black nail over Grell's jawline, making the red reaper shiver.

"Stop! That tickles!" Grell pushed his hand away and raised a brow. "You'll have to do more than just scold him to make him treat me nicely.." Grell sighed a bit, his expression softening.

Undertakers smile lightened as he looked at Grell. "Don't worry M'Lady, after I'm done, he won't ever take you for granted again.." Undertaker said this in a low voice, and the red head was too lost in space to hear. The elder brushed a piece of hair out of the younger's face, and his expression became a bit serious. "A lady shouldn't be treated harshly, but showered with kisses and praise.." Undertaker leaned in, and kissed the corner of Grell's mouth.

Grell was snapped back to reality when the silver haired man kissed him. His face broke out into a blush as he looked at the man. "Wh-What was that for?!"

Undertaker broke into laughter as he witnessed Grell's reaction. Tears ran down his cheeks, and after a minute he calmed down. "Ah, my lovely rose, I think you invented a new shade of red.." he smiled as he took a step twords the red reaper. "I know how to treat delicate ladies, such as yourself.." he ran a hand through the red locks, and looked down at the red head. He kissed the crown of his head, and further down until he reached his mouth. Undertakers lips almost touched Grell's, and Grell was too shocked to move. Undertaker leaned forward a bit, letting his lips brush lightly against Grell's as he spoke. "M'Lady, would you allow me to show you how a lady should be treated?"

Grell's blush spread wider as he looked at the elder. Grell realized how much he wanted it. To be kissed, held, loved. Grell sighed softly, and nodded. Grell patted his lips and spoke.

"Yes, show me how a lady should be treated.."