Disclaimer: I haveth not yet obtained the lovely pleasure of owning this manga or anime. I must be cruel, only to be kind... Honestly.
Wow. I haven't updated in forever. I'm sorry. I didn't have Internet. Anyway, NEW CHAPPIE! HURRAH!
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William awoke the next morning, and after a few minutes of waking up, plunged into his morningly routine. He awoke at 5:30, and sat in bed until 5:35. He finished eating breakfast and having a cup of coffee by 5:45. He took a 15 minute long shower and brushed his teeth for 2 more minutes. It was now 6:02 A.M. He got dressed and left the building by 6:15, and headed to work.
Once he arrived at his assumed workplace, he entered the building and started towards his private office. Passing through the halls, lounges, and different departments of the building, he noted a very... Odd change in pace. Maybe it was because the lights belonging to the office he tried to avoid at all costs were on?
...
Yeah, that was probably it.
Stopping in front of the door, he knocked three times before opening the door and poking his head in. "Sutcliff? Are you in here?" he questioned before confirming that the redhead was not in the office.
William did, however, find a note on the desk. He walked up to said desk, noting how clean and orderly Grell's workspace looked today, and read the small piece of paper.
"Out for coffee, please come again later.
~Grell~"
That was what the memo read. So, Sutcliff WAS here today after all. Why? Grell was ALWAYS late for work.
William set the note back down and left Grell's office. Oh well. Who was he to complain?
(William's Office at 2:34 P.M...!)
What the hell? This was new. That bastard was 2 hours and 4 minutes late. You see, for a long time now, Grell had managed to work his way into William's schedule. William didn't mean for it to happen, it just happened.
At 12:30 sharp everyday (excluding the Madam Red incident) Grell would manage to bust through the doors to William's office without fail. Day off or not, he would still come to William's office, and sometimes, he would even sweetly bring William lunch when he knew the older man hadn't been eating very much.
It was like clockwork.
Grell was a huge part of William's schedule. He didn't do anything but listen to Grell's blathering for 30 minutes at the very least.
Grell had still not interrupted the wonderful bliss of his being alone yet.
And William hated getting his schedule disrupted.
He waited about 30 more minutes when a destined "knock knock knock" hit the door and came crashing through the otherwise silent room. Unfortunately, this was not the way Grell knocked. Come to think of it, Grell didn't knock at all.
Sighing, William gave a slightly aggitated, "Come in."
And holy shit, he never would've guessed.
After the soft sound of the door being opened, there came a voice. A very surprising voice. What was even more surprising was the few words that that voice nervously muttered.
"Pardon me, Mr. Spears,"
At the sound of that very voice, William's head immediately shot up to look at the ungodly being intruding his precious solitude.
My my...
It was Grell Sutcliff, and, what did he just call him again? Mr. Spears? Lawanderful.
Well, at least William THOUGHT it was his flamboyant subordinate. Instead of his usual attire, Grell was wearing his actual Shinigami uniform, just like William's, except, Grell's suit was a bit slimmer. His hair was tied up with a black ribbon tied into a bow (much like Butler Grell from the manga, only with stunning red hair, and his bangs weren't put up), and he wasn't wearing heels, so he was also a lot shorter than usual.
On his face, however, he was still wearing deep red lipstick, and probably mascara. William didn't seem to mind this, probably due to the fact that he was so shocked to hear Grell call him, "Mr. Spears," and to see him actually following the dress code.
There was nothing in the rule book against a little bit of make-up, right?
For his glasses, Grell was wearing the frameless ones with the chain he wore as a butler.
William stared at Grell for a little bit before pushing the red-heads appearance behind him and asking, "Yes, Sutcliff?"
Grell was probably just here to flirt, anyway.
Nope.
Grell held up a book that resided in one of his gloved hands as he said, "For the judging of this record, I'm not sure whether or not to mark the person as a criminal."
Wait, Grell actually came here because he needed help with work? Honestly?
After slight hesitation, William cleared his throat and said, "Bring it here."
Grell did as he was told, and handed William the Cinematic Record. William skimmed through it before deciding to mark the person as a criminal. "She DID steal from those orphans, supposedly (A/N: WTF. Orphan meat, FTW!)." he handed the record back to Grell.
"Ahh, okay. Thank you, sir," Grell bowed to his senpai (BOW TO YOUR SENSEI! BOW TO YOUR SENSEI YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!).
LOLOLOL LITTLE BOYS.
lol Hiiii Ciel Phantomhive~~3
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Sorry...
"Is there anything else I can do for you, MISTER SUTCLIFF?" William put emphasis on the 'mister'.
Grell cringed slightly at the verbal abuse (almost verbal murder) of his beloved name, but answered with, "No sir. Thank you, sir."
And just like that he was gone, leaving William to ponder on his own.
What the fucking shit just happened here? Grell can follow rules now! Since when! Can he fetch and roll over as well! Maybe play dead! Or actually DIE! FOR SERIOUS!
OH SWEET JESUS, HE SHOULD HAVE MADE A MEMO FOR CHRIST'S SAKE!
MEMO MEMO!
William sighed. He didn't quite know what to make of that little "experience." Oh well. Back to paperwoik.
(6:00 P.M. at William's Office...!)
He couldn't believe it. He was actually going to go home on time. No overtime. No unfinished work from Grell's god-forbidden office. This was like a really shitty office dream come true.
William grabbed his suit jacket and headed out of his office, locking the door behind him. Once again, he passed through the hallways and lounges, before he came across THAT office again.
The light was still on. Out of curiosity of what the redhead could possibly be doing in there when his shift was about to end, William knocked on the door a few times before hearing a yawn and a "Come in..."
William entered the office to find Grell sitting at the desk...
Filling out paperwork.
William's eye twitched at the unnatural scene layed out before him. "Sutcliff, your shift is about over." (William's Thoughts: What the hell? I finished before him?)
Grell looked up at William. "Oh, hello, sir. I have quite a bit of overtime to work on. It will be awhile before I go home." Grell smiled.
William's eye twitched some more before he pushed up his glasses and said, "Impossible. Where did all of -THAT- come from?" William gestured with his hand to the... Generous... Stack of paper to Grell's left.
"I picked it up off your desk earlier. Don't you remember?"
(Enter; Grell's Flashback...!)
William was, for some reason, staring at him, apparently oblivious to the world. Grell guessed that it was because of his appearance, which made him become quite self-concious.
"I don't have a lot to do, would you like me to take some of your workload off your hands, sir?" Grell was sweat-dropping at his boss's shocked look.
William nodded his head slightly, but he still looked a bit spaced out.
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(Exit; Grell's flashback...!)
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(Enter; The Real World...!)
(William's Thoughts: Damn it. I must have been staring at him. Oh, Christ. What if I was staring at him? That's just embarrassing.)
"I'm sorry. I must have been spacing out." William looked like he was spacing out again.
"Oh, that's quite alright. Anyway, you deserve a break once in a while, too." Grell flipped through some papers.
"Are you sure? You were never one to ACTUALLY do your overtime (or any real paperwork for that matter. He would just sit at his desk and file is nails) unless you have someone around (to bug the shit out of)." William turned back around to look at Grell when he reached the door.
Grell smiled sweetly. "Go home and rest. I've got this."
"Okay then, thank you." and with that, William exited the room, hand on his forehead, and shaking his head at himself.
(William's Room...!)
Once William got home, he instantly removed his jacket and threw it on the couch, followed by his tie and gloves. Grell? Sacrificing "Grell-Time"? For him? Honestly.
Well, what now? William barely ever had any "Will-Time". What was he supposed to do? His eyes scanned the room until they came across a particularly tidy bookcase. Walking up to the literature-packed shelves, he carefully selected "Sherlock Holmes: The Red-Headed League".
After about 5 pages, he decided that it reminded him a little to much of a certain shark-toothed subordinate of his, so he put the book back on the shelf and sat down on his couch.
...
Hell, when was the last time he got a real good night sleep? When no answer came to mind, he decided that that probably meant that it had been too long. He sat up from the couch and headed to his bedroom.
Opening his closet, he pulled out a pinstriped pair of pajamas (the cute ones he wore in the Noah's Ark Circus Ark in the manga. Aww! I love those so much~). He quickly removed his clothes, threw the pajamas on, brushed his teeth, and hopped in bed. After turning off the lamp on his bedside table, he pulled the covers up over his shoulders, ready for a long night of pure dreamless bliss.