Chapter 2- Phoenix out of the ashes.

Sorry For anyone waiting! I wrote this at Christmas but accidently deleted it so had to get someone to resend it again for me, I nearly had a heart attack since nothing can be written the same twice. I'm just a meaningless fan girl ^_^ but enjoy my stories.

I dedicate any of my work to the holy and unholy creatures that made manga and anime and to my friend and Sensei lilbakasaru, I hope to one day have stories as popular as hers. xD .

I may dedicate this to the postmen and women who need to hurry up and give me my anime merchandise!

Everything turned to complete darkness not even a gentle draft touched his pale skin.

Ritsu felt around him while his mind was busy thinking about where the voices had gone and where he was now. No shimigams taunting him? He didn't trust it but for some reason he felt his face, there was no more blood dripping from his bandage and he was blinking. His eyes were back but why? he thought while unravelling his blanket glad to use his eyelids again.

Was it all a dream? if so why was he still in darkness? He was still slouched on the ground as before, if it had been a dream then wasn't he in his own house? He went back on all fours again and felt his way through the darkness his hands and feet being his eyes again despite his eyes being back.

This was a different darkness it came with the sense of pain, despair and solitude and all his hands could feel was a soft powdery substance.

His eyes widened...he could then smell it...ashes. It was everywhere he could sense it and smell it without even seeing it, he got up and started running. Was he caught up in someone's sick torture methods from an old movie where sand would fill the whole room to slowly suffocate him? except it would be ashes instead. While running endlessly Ritsu wasn't sure if it was worse to be buried in sand or ashes? Sand at least felt natural whereas ashes you didn't know what's been burned to create it. For all he knew it could be wood or even human.

He ran and ran there were no walls, no exits, no clean air and no way to find any kind of hope.

Suddenly tripping over a mound of ash he put his hands out without even knowing what was in the darkness to stop his fall. When its body was finally still his hands felt something leathery, it was shoes.

"Had enough?" A small light suddenly appeared only making a dimming Glow around Grell, was being only with Grell a good thing or a bad thing? Was one shinigami worse than a whole group surrounding him? Grell could be more twisted at times to suit his taste more than any Shinigami.

"You looked so much better covered in red" Grell said with a disappointed as he lifted Ritsu's Chin very gently as a gesture of kindness while insulting him. Greil still admired Ritsu's beauty but was still thinking it was a pity his victim wasn't a handsome demon or Shigami, though he was nothing compared to the Phantomhive's one hell of a butler.

Ritsu glared back at Grell his eyes full of anger and confusion, regardless of the insult he slapped the hand away.

Grell stood up straight and looked down on Ritsu in what was almost pity.

"Your magic play has condemned you to burn forever without being extinguished, you will feel pain till your soul cannot take it anymore. Aflame then death since I am a butler to die for" GreIl grinned as his guest didn't know the hidden meaning behind his last words and still where the hell he was.

Hell wasn't far from them if fact Grell knew fully well that the soul was only meant to be sent to a world between heaven and hell to wander in darkness forever, Ritsu wasn't meant to be physically tortured...at least not the amount that Grell wanted.

Grell took a few steps back still looking at his victim, the light that had once glowed and light the area around them both seemed to follow the Shinigami and leave Ritsu in darkness again. The Shinigami pushed up his feminine red glasses and clicked his gloved fingers.

The heat suddenly intensified but it only seemed to affect Ritsu. He looked down slow hot sparks circled him surrounding his feet and when his eyes met their gaze it suddenly turned into a wild fire that attacked every inch of him with blazing heat. He once again didn't cry out even as his flesh was melting before him.

His watercolour beautiful eyes focused on Grell as if trying to make his glare burn the death god like the flames that were burning him, wishing that the image reflected in Grell's eyes of him burning would be in his eyes showing Grell's burning corpse.

Ritsu's Soul seemed to be holding on for some reason despite the flames biting at his flesh, his eyes started to lose colour though he never stopped glaring at the death god. He thought his dying eyes were seeing things. All around him the ashes started to turn to black feathers that seemed to gently float upwards even the flames around him stared to turn into the soft ebony. The sound of heeled leather boots could be heard and pink reddish demon eyes burned through the dark feathers that seemed to announce the demons arrival as well as hide his true form.

The figure kept walking although even most of his form was hidden it gave off such a deadly aura that even Grell looked scared, but strangely excited at the same time as he pulled out his death scythe.

A red chainsaw roared it would have been definitely banned by William as regulations meant that it had been previously taken off him and caused him boring punishments in the form of meaningless tasks many times. The chainsaw roared with as much enthusiasm as its owner as if they couldn't wait to take on what was heading slowly and gracefully towards them. The demon eyes glowed brighter as if the creature was happy for a challenge.

sure when the next chapter is coming as I have a Roman assignment due in but I will work my fingers to the bone to get both done or die trying ;)

Thanks for reading. x