The scarlet clad reaper sat motionless among the rooftops as he watched his target below. It too great control for him to able to perform this task, but here he was, watching the demon converse with the young mortal below. His job tonight was to exterminate the one known as Sebastian. He shudders inwardly at the thought of what he had to do. To touch a demon was... Disgusting. Heaving a dramatic sigh, he straightens his jacket before dropping from the roof, his scythe close by his side.

"Oh Sebas-chan~" He purrs seductively. "What a pleasant surprise to se you wandering the darker parts of town. Especially with some one as young as he." Tossing his hair back dramatically, he saunters over to the black suited man and bats his eyelashes.

Sebastian narrows his eyes. "Is there something you need reaper?"

The redhead steps closer and pulls on the demons arm, a wide grin gracing his ruby lips. "All I could ever want is you~ But since you tend to enjoy the company of... Younger men," He remarks, looking over his glasses at the blue haired boy. "I'll have to fight for what I want," Oh how Grell loathed having to act the part of the lovesick fool, especially to a demon. But acting was all it was. And if he wanted to get close enough to dispose of his target, it had to be done.

The demon growls slightly, his eyes narrowing even more as he shakes the reaper off. "My Lord, how do you wish for me to proceed?" The young boy taps his foot impatiently. "Dispose of the reaper so we can return to the manor. I'm ready for evening tea." He says evenly. The demon nods. "As you wish." Then, making sure his master was out of harms way, he charges at Grell, his knives already in his grasp.

The reaper watches with detached fascination as his opponent gains momentum and launches himself into the air. As much as he hated their kind, he couldn't deny the power they had, even in humanoid form. "Is that any way to treat a lady?" He taunts, bringing his chainsaw to life in one quick motion. If he timed it correctly, he could slice the demon in half before he even hit the ground. However, an easy fight wasn't what he was prepared for. He jumps back as cutlery clatters to the cobbles where he had just stood, followed by the heavy thud of polished shoes on stone. He didn't even have time to react as the taller male lanched another volley of knives, narrowly missing Grell head.

"Honestly Sebastian! I think you've grown rusty caring for the brat~" He purrs, lifting his chainsaw to deflect the attack. "You'd have much more fun with me."

"Your incessant chatter is grating on my nerves reaper. My master wants you destroyed, therefore it is my duty to follow through with his wishes to the best of my abilities." He snarls. Suddenly he was behind Grell, his slim fingers grabbing at the younger males hair and slamming him into the wall. Grell lets out a pained huff before hooking a leg around his attackers and bringing him to the ground in one fluid motion. Before the demon could recover he presses the edge of his scythe against his neck, successfully pinning him.

"Incessant? I rather enjoy our little chats." He pouts, running a manicured hand over his bruising jaw. "But now its time for you to die, Sebastian. Oh how I'll miss you." He lies before lifting his chainsaw above his head. But when he brings it down again, the other male is gone. Bewildered, he spins around just as a fist flies at his face, catching the right side of his already pained jaw. He stumbles back as another and another slam into his torso.

The demon was gaining ground, not even giving the redhead enough time to lift his weapon as a block. At this rate, the raven could easily carry out his masters orders. With a sly grin he watches as Grell trips on uneven ground, his back slamming against the cobbles with a sickening thud. Perfect. Flicking another knife from his pocket, he grabs the reapers arm and hauls him to his feet.

"The only death tonight will be yours, Grell." He hisses evilly. "Goodnight."

Grell watches absently as the knife descends towards his chest, only to be deflected by a long metallic pole. Sebastian snarls angrily and jumps back, dropping his prey unceremoniously as he avoids another attack from the strange object.

"Sutcliff. It seems you've failed in the eradication of the demon once again." A deep voice inquires. The stranger sighs in frustration as he steps out of the shadows, a familiar leather bound book in his grasp. It seemed as if the surrounding area had dropped several degrees as the dark haired reaper glares at his subordinate. Yet Grell couldn't keep the smile off his lips as he gazed up at his superior. The demon had nothing on this silent and deadly male.

"Oi~ William! Have you come to help?" He chirps happily, his defeat clearly forgotten.

Will pushes up his glasses boredly and fixes Grell with a steely glare. "More like I've come to clean up after you, Sutcliff. You've failed to not only kill the demon, but you've proved once again that you aren't competent enough to keep the target in range until back up arrived." He says calmly, gesturing to the now empty alley, save the two of them.

The smaller male brushes dirt off his jacket before retrieving his scythe. "We were just doing a little bit of dancing, William dear. His demise will come eventually." Grell says happily. He could never explain the feeling he got when seeing the older male. He wasn't sure if it was love exactly. But he felt a keen sense of safety and affection when around him.

William gives an unsatisfied grunt before whacking Grell in the head with his scythe, breaking his dreamy state. "Eventually was not in the case description." He retorts. "You'll need to work harder to pay back for your Jack the Ripper incident or I'll-"

But Grell never found out what William would do because at that moment Jacob had awoken from his dream to the smell of quiche wafting up from the kitchen. The hearty smell of eggs and tea was enough to bring the tired writer from his dream of fictional characters. Heaving a long yawn, he flings his feet over the edge of the bed, his dark burgundy locks a mess. He smiles lazily as his eyes drift over the sheets of notes scattered around his room. He'd need to add his latest dream to the brainstorming process.

"Another character has joined the tale." He mumbles. "One cold hearted reaper by the name of William. What a fascinating development." Jacob was subject to many dreams during the writing process, but lately they had become even more detailed, including names and even relationships. It was almost like the story was already planned out, only giving him bits and pieces to work with at a time.

"Jacob darling! Breakfast is ready!"

Lydia. The petite raven hired woman was the first person he'd seen after waking up in the hospital. His fiancé of three years prior apparently. He didn't know how he felt about that honestly.. Her dark hair, fine cheek bones, and the way her eyes seemed to shine with a burgundy glow unnerved him. Her long, slim fingers and thin bodice wasn't much his preference anymore he supposed. Well actually, his preferences had changed entirely since his reawakening. He'd noticed himself taking a fine enjoyment in the company of men lately, it confused him. He gives a tired shrug and runs ink stained fingers through his hair. "She cooks and cleans... Why am I complaining?" HE yawns. It was true. Lydia's cooking was high grade, better than he could afford at least. He'd spent the past couple years trying to find that spark that made him ask her hand in marriage in the first place, but he couldn't. He just hoped she hadn't caught on yet.

"Coming!" He calls down the stairs before grabbing his robe. The soft scarlet material caressed his skin and he pulls it closer, savouring the faint scent of cinnamon and vanilla. Tying it around his waist, he pulls their bedroom door closed wit a soft click and clomps down the stairs and into the well lit kitchenette.

"Its about time you got out of bed. The days nearly done and gone!" Lydia mutters. "And here I thought today would be the day you got a real job."

Jacob rolls his eyes as he rounds the table and plants a quick kiss on his fiancés cheek. "I already have a job dear. And speaking of which, I think I've discovered another character to join the mix. A cold hearted reaper!" He chirps enthusiastically, grabbing her hand and spinning her around. "when he walks, the very depths of your soul shakes from fear. His eyes hold wisdom far beyond his subordinates. He finishes his description with a quick wave of his hand.

Lydia rolls her eyes and pushes him away. "Much like the flamboyant redhead that haunts your dreams, right?" Jacob feels a twinge of hurt as she so easily dismisses his thoughts. The redhead in question just so happened to be his favourite character. His flippant personality was one that he enjoyed writing about. Yet he hadn't found a name for him yet. "Come now Jacob darling. Leave behind your fantasies and go get a real job." She huffs in exasperation. "Writing isn't getting you anything but debt. You don't have enough money to keep this up." It was moments like this that he wondered why he had fallen for the ruby lipped woman.

With a heavy sigh he grabs a plate from the cupboard and dishes up his breakfast. "Yes Lydia. I'll get right on that."

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William fixes his glasses as his gaze travels around the disastrous excuse for a room. There were papers and inkwells scattered everywhere, quills left balancing precariously on books. The room of a writer it seemed.

"What a mess." William grumbles as he rifles through the loose parchment on the desk. It was mostly bills and financial papers. With a sigh, he drops the papers and scans the room again. He had decided to gather some insight to Mr. McGrath's home life before searching for a reason to spare him. Very few humans were beneficial enough to society to spare and William believed that this time would be no different.

"A late twenties male. Disorganized writer." He flip open his book and searches for Jacobs records. "Engaged to... Miss Lydia Furnet." He sighs. "Nothing overly spectacular about Mr. McGarth. Perhaps a stroll through his writing is due." He ponders as he picks up a stack of crumpled papers.

William quite enjoyed reading for pleasure when he wasn't worrying about work. So the prospect of reaping an authors soul interested him. As he skims over the first page, one word stands out to him among the rest.

Reaper.

He tilts his head and reads it again, his fingers threatening to crumple the delicate sheets. "Reapers aren't common knowledge among mere mortals. How could he..." He trails off as his own name appears on the paper. Slowly he lowers the sheets and looks around. How could Jacob know about the death gods? Moreover, how could he know about him specifically? He had never conversed with their kind other than to reap them. "I must be overreacting." He mutters as he looks down at the papers and continues reading.

The iron fisted. The cold hearted. The quick witted. And he wont give me the time of day.

I remember it like it was yesterday. The day we would both become full fledged reapers, something I had worked so hard to achieve. And yet, here I was, paired with a half wit. A B average. He was nothing to me then, just another man in my way. That all changed when I saw how cold his heart could be, even before he became my superior.

I will always love that hard glare of his. The way his glasses fog slightly when he's embarrassed. I will always love William T. Spears.

Sincerely,

William couldn't believe his eyes. His hands shake slightly as he reads it over again, the last word ending in a splotch of ink, like the author had forgotten what to write. He lets out a single breath in the form of one word.

"Grell."

After all these years, why was it coming up now? He had almost gotten over that night. Almost forgotten those bright green orbs that used to follow his every move with the utmost adoration. the nimble fingers that would clutch at his jacket out of mere excitement. With trembling hands, he drops the papers back on the desk and picks up a loose quill, the tip already wet with ink. He didn't know how Jacob could write so perfectly about the flamboyant reaper, but since he was, he should at least know his name.

With a precise scrawl only known to William himself, he writes the name of his late subordinate at the bottom of the page, large enough to be noticeable by the mortal who had written it. This small act brings a sense of accomplishment to the dark haired reaper as he sets the quill down. He would have to figure out how Jacob knew so much about Grell, but first, he'd have to talk to an accomplice of his. Grabbing a sheet of paper off the desk, he shoves it in his pocket and heads to the window.

He'd have to grab a biscuit before visiting. Making a fool of himself for information wasn't in his best interest, he thinks as he climbs out the window and onto the roof. He had three and a half weeks to decide whether to reap his soul or not. But if there was a chance that Jacob was connected to Grell, could he bring himself to do it?

A/N

Wow! You guys have really taken a liking in my fanfic! Thanks so much to all the people that have followed and favourited! I'm glad you're taking a liking in the storyline (how little of it there is). By the way, did anyone notice similarities between Miss Lydia and another Kuroshitsuji character~? Just wondering. ANYWAYS! I hope I can continue to keep you all intrigued!

Pepkie Out~