A/N: My big sister edited the last chapter and made William a BIG HYPOCRITE. He said he did not like bad language in his office, but later, he said that him and the stick up his ass were busy with paperwork. XD
Disclaimer: I now also own a Will plushie that my darling sister sewed up for me! *Goes into drooly day-dream mode* Soo... Cuuuuute~! Anywho, me no own, you no sue!
…
It was 6:00 P.M. William was waiting outside of the main Dispatch Building like he said he would be. It was the middle of winter, and William was awfully cold. He was wearing a grey scarf and a long black coat, but still freezing his ass off.
He suddenly looked up to find something emerging from the shadows. He readied his death-scythe, fully prepared to attack, when the figure came closer into the dim light caused by the street lamp.
It was a certain red-headed shark-toothed Shinigami wearing a long black, red rimmed coat and a red scarf. William's eye twitched slightly when he noticed that his flamboyant subordinate was wearing deep red lipstick.
"You gonna attack me, Will?" Grell got closer and lowered the blade of the branch-trimmer from his smiling face. Once Grell stepped a bit closer, William also noticed that Grell was wearing a red dress under the coat.
"Sutcliff, what the hell are you wearing?" William's eye was still twitching slightly.
"You don't like it?" Grell glanced down at his outfit, looking slightly hurt. "I can go back home and change clothes real quick, if you're too embarrassed to be seen with ~this~." Grell gestured to himself.
William sighed, "No. Let's just get this over with."
Now, William was not the lady in this situation. Grell was. And William was taught to always treat ladies with the utmost respect and care. William held out his arm for Grell to take as the former intended to escort the latter to the restaurant William had chosen.
"Oh? For real? You're actually going to treat me like a lady?" Grell smiled widely, flashing pointy teeth.
"Well, I am definitely not the lady, now am I?" William's face stayed completely expressionless.
"How sweet~!" Grell skipped up to William and gently grasped one of his arms with both hands.
"Shut up." And with that, they were off to dinner!
(At the Restaurant...!)
"A table for two, please." William told the man working up front. The man glanced uncertainly at Grell before saying, "Yes sir, please follow me." The two obeyed and followed the man to their table for two.
They both removed their coats, hung them on the backs' of their seats, and then sat down. "Your server will be with you shortly." the man looked at Grell cautiously one more time before bowing and walking away.
After Grell removed his coat, more of the dress was revealed. It wasn't as bad as it could've been. It was actually pretty (the evening gown he wore in the musical. And no, it is not the skimpy lingerie. If you haven't seen it, look it up. It's gorgeous).
William was just wearing a plain black suit, like always. What else was he to wear? Unlike William, Grell did something different with his hair.
It was curled, for God's sake!
How the hell he managed to completely change his appearance in the short time he was given, William will never know.
"So, Sutcliff. Why exactly did you want to go out to eat with me anyway?" William fixed his glasses. Grell looked over at William for a second before The corners of his painted lips upturned slightly.
"Just to spend some nice quality time with my man! Why else, darling?" Grell answered.
Everything was silent for quite some time after that.
"Darling, are you okay? What's on your mind?" William was snapped out of his thoughts and glanced up to an curious-looking Grell.
"I'm just fine." responded William.
"Whatever you say dear," Grell smiled again, "So, what are you going to order?" he said looking at the menu.
William picked up a menu and started reading it as well. "I don't know... You order for me. You're paying for it, anyway."
"Okay! How does ravioli sound?" Grell responded in less then 2 seconds.
"Sure." William set the menu down and sat back in his chair. The two sat and stared at each other in an EXTREMELY awkward silence until the waiter came and finally took their order.
"And that will be out shortly. May you hand me the menus, umm, Miss?" Grell smiled and handed the confused waiter the menus. After the poor man was gone, the atmosphere did a 180 and flew straight back into awkward mode.
More staring, until- "Why can't you call me Miss without being so sarcastic, damn it!"
"Oh, not this bloody nonsense again." William rolled his eyes and leaned back in the chair.
Grell stared intently at William, which made the latter quite uncomfortable. "I'm DEADLY serious, William."
"I refuse to address you as "Miss" because you are, in fact, not a woman." William stated.
Grell thought about this for a long moment. William just stared down at his lap, while Grell watched a happy couple a few tables away from them. They were laughing, sharing food, and just enjoying each others sweet company.
"Do I have to be a woman to be a lady?" Grell suddenly questioned. William slowly looked up at Grell with confusion written all over his face.
So, yeah... His eyebrow might have been raised a fraction of an inch.
Grell was looking at him expectantly, hoping for the right answer.
William pondered this for a while. Grell acted like a lady, for the most part. He looked like a lady, for the most part. Grell definitely cannot be considered a REAL man. Honestly.
After a few more seconds of pondering on William's part, and staring on Grell's part, the former came to a conclusion.
"No."
"Hmm?" Grell asked confusedly.
"No, you do not have to be female to be a lady. Sutcliff, I'm sure you are far closer to being considered a lady then being considered a gentleman." William explained.
"Aww! You are too kind, darling! That was definitely the right answer! Kudos!" Grell had a semi-fangirl moment.
"I'm not to sure that I was trying to compliment you..." commented a sighing William.
Soon after Grell was done embarrassing the shit out of William for a moment, their food arrived. But, there was something... Off. Maybe it was the fact that there was only ONE plate of mushroom ravioli.
"I thought we both ordered ravioli." said William as the two stared down at the platter before them.
"As did I," said Grell as he turned to where the waiter came from. "Excuse me, sir, but-"
...
But it was too late. The server was already gone.
Now that, my friend, is some fucking creepy shit.
Grell turned back to William. "He's gone..."
"I can see that." hissed William on accident with a bit more venom then intended.
Grell looked a bit ashamed before saying, "What now?"
"I guess we'll just have to split it." William got his knife and created a boundary in the meal by splitting it equally in half. "Your side," William pointed to the half closest to Grell, "My side. No trespassing the boundary. Understood?"
Grell nodded and the two began to eat their dinner in an awkward silence, being extra careful not to pass the "boundary". There was plenty of avoided eye contact from William, and uncomfortable shifting and blushing like a fucking school-girl from Grell. Honestly, was fiddling with your skirt while your face was as red as a tomato really necessary around someone you've known for over 100 years?
Moron.
After the awkward meal was finally through Grell paid the bill, and William escorted the former outside. "Do you need me to escort you back home?"
"That would be lovely, darling!" a sigh from William, "Plus, I have no clue where the hell I am!" Grell smiled.
It was a rather awkward carriage ride, transportation back to the Shinigami world, and walk back to Grell's living quarters (A kind of apartment, if you will, in a large building in the same general location as the Dispatch Center. It is provided by the head Shinigami of the London Branch, I imagine).
They arrived right outside of Grell's door. "Well, my dear, thank you for a lovely evening. We should do this more often!" Grell offered.
In his mind, William rolled his eyes at his lovely red-headed subordinate. "Goodnight... Miss Sutcliff." the corners of the taller man's lips upturned slightly.
Grell smiled widely at this, and somehow managed to give William a quick peck on the lips, and then lock himself in his house before he got decapitated by William's death scythe.
William frowned before yelling through the door, "Go to hell, Sutcliff!"
He heard some muffled laughter from inside the apartment.
William sighed and started to walk to his own apartment 2 floors below.
Oh he couldn't wait until tomorrow.