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Sebastian roared at the top of his lungs. He picked Will up and hurled him into the wall, which cracked enough to show the room on the other side. Undertaker rushed to Grell's side, and pulled out a cloth, which he pressed to the gash in his throat. Sebastian tackled Will, and pinned him to the floor.
"I will kill you slowly," he promised. William smirked and spit at Sebastian, the glob of saliva landing on his cheek. Grell's eyes were glassed over and he had tears in his eyes as he lay on the floor lifeless.
Sebastian snarled and plunged his hand into Will's chest.
"That was a mistake," he growled. Sebastian wrapped his fingers around Will's heart and squeezed.
Undertaker allowed himself to cry. He would bring Grell back; that he knew. Undertaker only wished he could have made Grell know that.
Sebastian squeezed harder and harder until finally, he ripped Will's heart from his chest. William coughed, blood running from his mouth as his body ached for blood. Sebastian dropped Will's heart on the floor and turned. He hurried over to Grell and Undertaker.
"Damn," Sebastian swore. He was surprised to feel tears forming, and quickly wiped them away.
"If we get Grell to my shop now, we can bring her back," Undertaker said.
"Then let's go," Sebastian replied.
'He..He did it... Sebastian let William kill me...' Grell's thoughts swam as he lay in limbo.
Sebastian picked up the book containing Ciel's soul and turned back to Undertaker, who had picked up Grell's body. They left the room, headed back through the passage, and onto the beach. Undertaker set Grell's body down long enough to open a portal, and both he and Sebastian headed through into Undertaker's shop.
'Why did he... Does he really hate me that much?"
Undertaker set Grell on a coffin and lifted his scythe.
"This is merely temporary, so that I can then work on her without worrying about Grell slipping into nothingness," Undertaker explained. He made a small slice in Grell's arm, allowing his cinematic records to show.
Sebastian watched, though he couldn't shake the guilt he felt. He allowed Spears to kill Grell. Sebastian didn't have any other choice, but…Grell's face when he died. Sebastian closed his eyes.
Undertaker took hold of the end of Grell's cinematic record and began to fiddle with it. After he finished, some new, false memories had shown up.
"This should keep her in limbo," Undertaker said. He then disappeared into the back.
Grell's glassed over eyes stared at Sebastian. 'And there's my life... Was William right? Was my life pathetic?'
Sebastian leaned over Grell's body. He wiped the tears from Grell's lifeless eyes and brushed his fingers through Grell's hair.
"I am sorry, Grell. I will apologize as many times as necessary when you can hear me," Sebastian said softly. Undertaker returned from the back room with a vial filled with a smokey looking liquid in a vial and a syringe.
"This should do the trick," he grinned.
'What's this? I don't remember these... These aren't my memories...'
Sebastian frowned slightly.
"How does this even work, Undertaker?" he asked.
"Well, Grell is only mostly dead. Were Grell to be all dead, this wouldn't work, heheh," Undertaker chuckled. Sebastian frowned in confusion; however, he wouldn't argue if this worked. Undertaker poured the liquid into the syringe and rolled up Grell's sleeves.
"Hold onto Grell's record, I'll need to snip the unneeded memories after," he explained.
'What the Hell is going on with my memories?'
Sebastian held onto Grell's memories and Undertaker pushed the needle into Grell's arm. Once the liquid had left the syringe, Undertaker removed it and hacked the false memories away with his scythe.
"Get me some bandages," Undertaker ordered. Sebastian searched around quickly. When he found them he handed them to Undertaker who pushed the cinematic records back into Grell and wrapped the wounds on his neck and arm.
"Grell should be back amongst the living soon," Undertaker said.
Grell watched as the memories came to a screeching halt then rewind and he feel his body get heavy. He blinked and saw the ceiling of Undertaker's shop.
Sebastian was surprised to see life return to Grell's eyes so quickly; he was surprised life returned at all.
"Grell!" both Undertaker and Sebastian exclaimed in relief at once. Grell blinked twice and groaned, holding his neck.
"Your neck will heal over time, my dear. Give it a week or two," Undertaker explained. Sebastian didn't know what to say at that moment.
Grell sat up, feeling a little woozy. "Ok, whose Brilliant idea was it to fuck with my memories?" Grell's face said weak but his tone said otherwise.
"My apologies, Grell, but it was necessary to keep you grounded while I brought you back," Undertaker replied, looking a little sheepish.
"You shouldn't be straining yourself Grell," Sebastian said, worrying that Grell had sat up too quickly.
"And, whose idea was it to sacrifice me?!" Grell glared at Sebastian and got off the coffin, faltering slightly then balancing himself. Sebastian reached out to keep Grell steady.
"I am sorry, Grell," Sebastian said sincerely. He stepped closer. "There were no other choices. I put my trust in Undertaker that he would bring you back. I am very sorry." Sebastian wasn't sure whether he would be able to apologize enough. He wasn't used to it, but he wanted Grell to know how sorry he was.
Grell weakly pulled away from Sebastian and fell with a grunt. Sebastian immediately picked Grell up, not caring if Grell wanted to protest. He set Grell back on the coffin and knelt before him.
"Grell, I was worried beyond anything I've ever felt before. Had I left you with Will, he may have done much worse than just kill you. I know that is not much consolation, if any. Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Sebastian asked. Undertaker smiled a little and headed into his back room. Grell looked away.
"Was he right?"
Sebastian looked perplexed.
"Right? About what?" he asked. Grell looked at him seriously. Sebastian sighed and bowed his head for a moment.
"Grell, I honestly can't say. Demons generally don't fall in love," Sebastian said, looking up into Grell's eyes. "I can tell you this much: I do care about you. You mean quite a bit to me. I really was very close to giving up Ciel's soul to make sure you were safe. I thought I saw a chance to save you and took that instead. But I do care about you."
Grell looked at him. "Why? You worked hard for that. Why give it up just to make sure I was safe?" Grell looked away again, William's words stinging his heart. "My existence is pathetic." He struggles to hold back tears. Sebastian took hold of Grell's hand.
"Your existence is not pathetic. And I wanted to make sure you were safe because I care about you, Grell. You have made quite the impression on me," Sebastian insisted. "My own existence would be much poorer without yours."
Grell couldn't take it anymore, the tears flowed freely from his yellow-green eyes. He sniffed and took off his glasses, letting them hang around his neck as he wiped at his eyes. Sebastian produced a handkerchief from thin air and held it out to Grell.
"Please don't cry, Grell," he said softly. Sebastian lifted Grell's hand and kissed it. Grell blushed gently.
"Thank you..." He carefully dabbed at his eyes, trying to eliminate the need to add more mascara. Sebastian stood and then sat beside Grell.
"Can you forgive me? If not now, then ever?" Sebastian asked, giving Grell a charming smile, hoping to win his favor back.
"Maybe. Let's not forget you let William kill me." Grell chuckled slightly.
"And I will apologize as long as I need to," Sebastian promised, reaching over to stroke Grell's hair. Grell blushed gently and leaned into the touch, purring quietly.
Sebastian leaned over and kissed Grell's temple.
"There is something I have to do. I'll be right back, alright?" he said. Undertaker peeped out of the back room.
"I'll make sure Grell doesn't hurt herself while you're out, eheheh," he giggled. Grell blushed and nodded. "Okay."
Sebastian swept out the door.
"So, my dear, how are you feeling?" Undertaker asked, picking his way around the coffins to sit beside Grell. He took out the urn full of biscuits and silently offered some to the red reaper.
"I'm not sure." Grell's eyes were confused. He absent-mindedly took a biscuit.
"Ooohh? Well, is something troubling you then?" Undertaker inquired. Personally he was a little surprised by the demon's speech. Who knew they could feel even that much? He munched contemplatively on a bone shaped biscuit.
"A little. What Sebastian said… And what happened with Will..." Grell touched the bandage around his neck gingerly.
"Ahh. I wouldn't take what William said too seriously. He wasn't right in the head; I think I should know, heheheh" Undertaker chuckled.
Grell chuckled softly then went serious. "I don't mean what he said, I meant what Sebastian allowed him to do... to me..." Tears started to prick at Grell's eyes again.
Undertaker nodded and wrapped an arm around Grell's shoulders.
"My dear, I know it was a horrible thing to do, but there were no other options. I knew I could revive you were something to happen. We were both hoping he would back out when he saw we were serious. I could see that Master Butler hated doing such a thing. I believe I even saw some tears after," Undertaker said.
Grell looked at the ex-reaper, surprise riddling his features. "Really?"
"Yes, really," Undertaker replied. "I don't expect you to forgive us any time soon, but I hope you understand why we did what we did." Such an outcome was why Undertaker hadn't wanted to let them go in the first place, though there was nothing to do about it now except to try and make it up to Grell.
"Well it's petty to hold a grudge." Grell gave Undertaker a hug. "I'm more worried about where Sebastian and I stand; his words completely contradict his actions."
Undertaker chuckled.
"Well, he is a demon. I wouldn't be surprised if he doesn't know what he's feeling, let alone what to do with them," he explained. "It's true that demons generally don't love. They may love souls, but being in love is completely different. I was truly surprised he managed to express his feelings as much as he did."
Grell blushed. "Do you think he feels the same about me?" The red reaper fiddled with his gloved fingers nervously.
Undertaker sighed.
"I think he's getting there," he said with a smile. Grell wiggled on the coffin trying to suppress a squeal. The door opened and Sebastian walked in, a box in his hands.
"I apologize for taking so long," he said, giving Grell and Undertaker a little bow. He strutted up to Grell and held out the box.
"I brought you something," Sebastian smiled. Grell blushed and took the box. "What is it?"
"It's one of Nina's specials," Sebastian replied. He lifted the top off the box revealing a beautiful red and black dress. Of what could be seen, it had a sweet-heart neckline with black lace.
Grell's eyes widened. "...Sebastian... I-I don't know what to say..." Grell gently touched the black lace in utter shock.
Sebastian smirked.
"It is made of the finest satin and when I saw it, I thought it would suit you beautifully," he explained. "I also went back to the Phantomhive manor. It seems unwise to me, for you to go back to the reaper realm right now, and Hell is not safe for you either. Phantomhive manor seemed the best option." He wanted Grell to be safe while he recovered; and though he wasn't positive of his feelings towards Grell, Sebastian would do his best to show him that he did care, in some way.
Grell looked at Sebastian lovingly. "This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Thank you"
Sebastian inclined his head with a charming grin.
"You are welcome," he said. "We can leave whenever you are ready, Grell."
Undertaker snickered to himself.
Grell looked questioningly at the reaper then shrugged it off. He smiled at Sebastian and tucked the dress under his arm. "We can go now."
Sebastian held his arm out.
"Then let me lead you to the carriage," he offered.
"Weellll, you two are always welcome to visit. If you have the time, hehehehe," Undertaker cackled. Grell blushed and took Sebastian's arm.
Sebastian led Grell out of Undertaker's shop and out to the main street where the carriage waited. He opened the door for Grell and held out his hand to help him in.
Grell took it and stepped in. "Why are you being so gentleman-y, Bassy?"
"I have treated you very poorly. I want you to know I am serious when I tell you that I care about you. So, I shall treat you the way you deserve," Sebastian answered. He knew he was bound to mess up at points; he had never cared for anyone before. However, Sebastian was determined to try. Now that he was without a Master, he could be himself.
Grell smiled. "Ok, then, darling."
Sebastian shut the door and hopped up into the driver's seat. With a crack of the reigns, the horses set off. Sebastian wasn't sure if these feelings were good for him or not, but, it was something new. One didn't live as long as he had without trying a few new things.
What shall he do? Should he experiment with these new feelings? Or should he leave them behind? New chapter coming up.