Grell stood high and precarious on the ladder in the Grim Reapers' library, brow furrowed in concentration as his eyes and fingers left no book unlooked and untouched. He pushed his slipping glasses back up the bridge of his nose as he absent- mindedly hummed a tune to himself. He was in a very determined mood. Now that he had his chainsaw back without the others noticing and had hidden it in a deep well in a forest in the human world, he could focus on collating more information about the mysterious stone. He already knew that he would have tough battles in the near future, but he needed more information on the creatures and where he could find them. However, data was scarce, and all he could find were passages and articles written by humans and supernatural entities alike based on unstable rumors. Besides, he had a rival in this quest - that other Grim Reaper who had asked the Undertaker about it in the first place, and had an uncanny resemblance to William in appearance and dress. Ronald. He clenched his fists in mock anger as his lips turned slightly downwards in a mild frown. He never frowned too much - after all, it would ruin his beautiful features he constantly worked so hard to keep. Anyhow, he had to get going as quickly as possible.

"Hey Grell. What're ya doing so high up there?" Grell looked down to see his long-term 'best friend', Arthur. He was craning his neck almost 90 degrees to look at him properly - surely, a most uncomfortable position. Grell cursed inwardly, as he realized that during his reverie, he had climbed up to a height of almost 500 meters.

"OHHH well good day to you Arthur." His head spun as he tried to think up of an excuse. He had forgotten that he was slightly acrophobic. "I was just...uh...looking for a very important book."

Arthur shrugged. He was a very carefree Grim Reaper. "Yeah? Well I'll see ya later then." He walked away, whistling the latest pop song from the human world.

Grell sighed with relief and was glad, not for the first time, that most Grim Reapers in this place didn't really give a crap for what others were doing - well, except for Will, that is. He gave excessive care and attention to his duties, and always seemed to have unwanted control over Grell.

Grell's face fell as he flicked through the last book. He had been in the library for more than a week - eating here and sleeping here. This was one week wasted from his tight schedule. He pouted and slid back down the ladder in one fluent motion. Just as he was about to leave, his eyes caught sight of the morning's newspaper. "Killer strikes again." He squinted his eyes, and cocked his head. This was perfect...a break for him after all this monotonous and hard work. He had some killing to do, himself, tonight. Humans were boring. This was something new - a supernatural opponent. He giggled, long red hair moving in a wavy motion as he bobbed his head up and down in self-agreement. And what would be even better? Sebas-chan might be there. He walked out of the library, and through a portal into the living world towards the forest, with a new spring in his step.

In the forest...

Grell peered down into the darkness of the well. There was no flash of light on silver, and the chainsaw was not where he had wedged it, a little further down from the wide entrance of the well. Grell gripped his chin with his thumb and forefinger. Where had his chainsaw gone? Could it have fallen in? He craned his neck, eyes searching desperately for his beloved weapon. It left him no choice. He would have to jump into the dark and murky depths of the well to search. He crouched, and sprang, landing on the broad, brick edge of the well. Just when he was about to jump, he heard something rustling behind him. He whipped his head around, and his sharp Grim Reaper senses alerted him to who it was before his eyes had even registered him.

"Looking for this?" Sebastian walked out into the grassy clearing, twirling Grell's red chainsaw in one hand.

"Seb-Seb-Sebas-channn?" Grell rose in delight and leapt off the edge of the well.

He knew he would see him soon...he just did. Faster than lightening, Sebastian lunged forward, gloved hand closing over Grell's neck while gripping his chainsaw in the other. Grell winced as his back cracked painfully against the tree. His eyes widened as he registered the nearness of Sebastian's breath fanning over Grell's face in what Grell would consider in the most seductive manner, Sebastian spoke. "Might you tell me why you hid your stupid weapon in the Phantomhive estate's forest? Your weapon will dirty the perfect natural aura I fight to keep in this forest." Sebastian's eyes narrowed, demanding an answer.

Grell gulped visibly and replied. "Well...well you see...Sebas-chan, I just needed to keep it somewhere safe. You know how us Grim Reapers are with our weapons...?"

Grell could see that Sebastian was not buying the obvious lie, but to his intense relief, the demon let it go.

Sebastian leaned forward, nose almost touching with Grell's. The Grim Reaper's eyes widened. "Grell." Sebastian's deep and velvet-smooth voice saying his name sent tingles down Grell's spine, even though the way the name was said was dripping with disapproval and obvious loathing. "Don't do this again, or it will be your head that will be thrown into a well the next time."

He was dead serious.

Grell's mind, however, was on something entirely different. He tried to hold back, desperately, but he couldn't resist. The temptation was just too strong. Sebastian had no idea what he was getting into when he held his face this close to Grell's. No doubt, he was threatening this way, but it also gave Grell an uncontrollable yearning. Grell's face jerked forwards, catching Sebastian by complete surprise. He could hear the demon growl but nevertheless, Grell held him in an inescapable iron grip as his mouth latched onto Sebastian's.

Sebastian's red eyes widened, as he fought to get away from Grell. As much as Sebastian missed doing this strangely pleasurable thing demons and Grim Reapers alike do to momentarily escape from cruel reality, this disgusting bisexual Grim Reaper was the last thing he wanted to do this with. But was it too late to pull away? Could he control his wild inner desires - the thing that did not care for Sebastian's thoughts? Sebastian could not fight it. It consumed his mind, and he had to let go of his hate. He swore, however, that after this was over, he was going to kill Grell, ripping him to shreds. For now...he had to do this.

Grell gasped as he felt Sebastian responding, and he quickly let the demon take the lead. Grell's hands slipped up Sebastian's neck and buried into his jet-black, soft hair. He had wanted to do that for a very long time. Sebastian seemed like a changed entity, and Grell was dizzy with pleasure, confusion and joy.

Has Sebastian realized his love at last? Grell thought.

Grell was pulled away from his joyous reverie. Sebastian's cool tongue was tracing his lower lip and was trying to gain access into his mouth. Grell opened, and immediately, Sebastian's tongue slipped into the space. It left no area untouched, tongue dancing with Grell's in the most sensual manner. Sebastian cupped Grell's face with both hands as he deepened the kiss. Grell groaned as Sebastian pushed him against the tree, and their lips broke apart. The demon ducked his head, cold lips licking and kissing its way down Grell's neck. Grell arched his back, crying out as Sebastian's hand slipped down to the edge of Grell's black pants, and slithered inside. Sebastian's hand stroked in a slow and regular motion over Grell, as the grim Reaper's knees buckled and he broke out of Sebastian's forceful embrace, landing on the soft ground.

He heard Sebastian hiss. He looked up remorsefully, as he observed Sebastian's changing eyes. The glazed look that made the red eyes look less harsh disappeared and was replaced with a look of pure loathe that made the demon's eyes the colour of red from the ember of a fire.

"You...brat," he hissed. The spell was broken at last. His body shook with anger and with what had happened.

Grell held up his hands, cowering before the furious demon. "Sebastian..." He used his full name out of fear. "Please...I just want my chainsaw back. That is all. Please."

Sebastian crossed his arms, body tense. He took out his watch, eyes glancing at the time. He cursed loudly. It was time to make lunch, and he was already behind schedule. He would have to deal with the Grim Reaper later. He looked at the hideous weapon in his hand, and chucked it over his shoulder with disgust. It landed, with perfect precision, on Grell's head, and he smiled bitterly when he heard him yelp in pain. He would make him suffer, alright. And it had to be soon. Without looking back, Sebastian leapt away from the clearing and into the forest, back to his waiting, young master.

As last rays of the fading sun filtered through the leaves of the forest...

Grell sat there for a very long time, his chainsaw in his lap. His mind was in turmoil as he replayed over and over again what had happened earlier. Only when the last rays of the sun had disappeared and when a nearby owl hooted, did he get up unsteadily and start to walk towards the edge of the forest. Suddenly, a movement caught his eye, and a heavy mass of dark mist streaked past, surprisingly fast for its size. The sight of it awoke Grell's mind fully, and he chased after it, keeping out of sight. He held the chainsaw in both hands, and his hair streaked out behind him.

The black mass flew towards the town, and Grell knew that this was it. This was the monster which was the killer and this was the monster which was written all over the newspaper. He flitted behind it silently, not letting the thing know that it was being followed. It entered the town, where it proceeded to fly high over the buildings, as if searching for a victim. Grell hid behind a building, and his eyes followed its descent down to ground. Then, he heard a scream that sent vibrations through his bones. Who was it? He pranced towards the alleyway as quickly as he could, just in time to see it materialise into a big monster, red eyes and all. On its back slung a sack, a mottled brown and red colour, caked in blood. The monster slashed at the woman, and her wail was reduced to a gurgle. It slashed at her, tearing all four limbs off, and then held her by her hair while it slashed at her throat, sending blood splattering across the walls, creating a red, dripping pattern before soaking into the dirty ground. Grunting with effort, it gathered the body parts and threw them into the sack. Grell watched on, eyes wide at the peculiar...ritual that was taking place. Finally, it took out a long rod-like thing, and seemingly soaked up what was remaining of the woman's aura. Grell shook his head. He couldn't see well, for the thing's enormous hunched back was practically blocking everything from view, but he thought, How could such a hideous monster like this own something so fine and dainty?Only he should have one of those things.

The monster rose, finished with whatever business it had here, and as it rose, a black mist formed around it, but this time, the mist did not travel but grew thicker and even heavier than before. When it dispersed, there was nothing there. No monster. No sack.

Grell frowned. He had a better understanding... somewhat... of what it was. It seemed advanced, despite its hideous appearance.

As he leapt away, chainsaw swinging and hair dancing, he thought of one thing:

...next time, he would kill.