Well, it's obvious that trying to find the right shade of red is impossible for my hair! I bought this all vegan hair dye that is called "Vampire Red." Worked...Very well...Too well, and that's because I used heat...T_T...Oh well, trial and error. Next time, no heat and must do minimal setting time! I'm trying to dye my hair a deep red-well, maroon-for my Grell cosplay. Got some amazing extensions to go with it! XD Hate long wigs...After dancing around in a Rapunzel wig my head can't take it anymore!
Something everyone knew about William was that he hated demons. Not with a passion, not for his duty, but because of utter distaste for their sway over humans. Having never been a human, he truly felt no compassion for them when they fell into the dark binds of a Faustian Seal. He felt that with hard work and discipline any tribulation could be conquered. However, when they saw that he had yet to note or even wash Sebastian Michaelis' blood off of him they were astounded. It had been almost half of an hour since Grell had been cursed and he hadn't left his side once, he was far too concerned. He often held a firm hand over every shinigami, whether they were hard workers or slackers, or even if they were slightly out of dress code, he cared for each one almost like a father did.
But, there was always something about Grell that drew him to care a bit more. The red reaper had been his partner in the academy, and despite how much he denied his past he pitifully thanked Grell for saving him from that struggling Cinematic Record. It was against his pride to admit that if it weren't for Grell, who was perhaps the most eccentric and outrageous reaper in their minuscule division, he might've been torn apart by that Cinematic Record. If not physically than mentally, he hadn't been exposed to such a rush of memory and emotion. He often didn't associate emotion and memory, since his life was rather bland and monotonous there was nothing much to hold dear. The red head's quirks and surprises tended to lighten up his day though, and bring both emotion and memory together.
Now, a very unpleasant and painful emotion had blended in with his memory. He'd hate to think back on it, he hated feeling like he was in the abyss. Looking down at Grell he could see that his breathing had stabilized (why he was breathing in his sleep he didn't know why and neither did the doctor) but his condition hadn't. His chest and face had been wrapped up (since some blood had splattered over his glasses and under them, thus burning into his face) and he'd fallen into a coma after his seizure. Several of his organs had also stopped working and they had to be shocked into starting up again. Whatever that demon cursed him with he prayed it wasn't the Thorns of Death, with a reaper like Grell there was no telling how many souls would just be drawn to him.
The damage from that demon's blood paled the damage his scythe had done. Thankfully he hadn't pierced any of Grell's major arteries, but he'd also lost an astonishing amount of blood. That was perhaps the reason some of his vital organs had stopped working.
"Spears-senpai?" Ronald Knox tapped his shoulder, "It's best you go clean yourself up,"
"Clean myself?" William inquired, eyes still locked on Grell.
"The demon's blood, it got on you too," Ronald told him softly. William's eyebrow twitched, he then lifted his hand to his face and wiped away some of the blood that had splattered on him. He then looked down at his bloodstained glove. He had figured it was Grell's blood, but the demon's as well? No, it couldn't have been the demon's blood, William would've been injured like Grell.
"No Ronald Knox, it did not," William corrected, adjusting his glasses, "If so, I would be the same position Grell Sutcliffe is,"
"The curse might not have been for you, it wouldn't effect yo-" William glared at him and spoke sharply, "Just bring me a warm clothe and a bowl of water to clean myself. Do not agitate me. Twenty-five years ago demons like Sebastian Michaelis tried to wipe our kind out, our female counterparts may be extinct but we are not. That is why we are stationed here, to destroy their kind. They will not destroy us, now do as I command,"
"Y-yes Sen-pai!" Ronald stuttered, William sounded quite irate.
When Sebastian Michaelis woke up he was in the Undertaker's shop, said mortician was grinning down at him eerily, fingers webbed together and even more eccentric looking than usual, "While, good afternoon Sleeping Beauty,
The demon grimaced in distaste, "Wouldn't Snow White be more efficient?"
He sat up, fully healed, "I'm in a coffin,"
"Not a glass one, Mr. Michaelis," Undertaker gave him a rucksack, obviously filled, "Seems our little plan worked. A life for a life, as agreed. Quite sorry it didn't work out, but oh, life goes on!"
His grin widened, "To the grave that is,"
"I am not in a grave," Sebastian pointed out, turning to the counter as he stood and walked out of the coffin. There was a small rag cloth and a bowl of alcohol. He dabbed the clothe and began to wash the blood off of his body, "I'm very much alive,"
"True, true," Undertaker pouted, "It's been quite lonely in my little shop, perhaps I should have painted your corpse before waking you up,"
"If Grell doesn't make it through you'll have his corpse," Sebastian seemed quite unaffected, finishing up the last of the stains on his skin, "Well then, I suppose I must go now,"
He turned to Undertaker and bowed gratefully, "Thank you for your time. I'll head to Russia, the war never reached there. It should be safe, I'll return when that spider has finished his sentence and heads to the grave himself,"
Undertaker chuckled, "Oh, don't be too vengeful Mr. Michaelis. Spiders don't always perish under the foot of their master, sometimes their skin is thicker than the lid of a coffin,"
"And sometimes they get caught in their webbing," Sebastian turned back to him as he opened the door, "Aideau,"
Undertaker sighed as he left, and frowned somewhat. Oh, his week's entertainment had left. He and Mr. Michaelis did have history, Undertaker did not hate demons. In fact, he considered demons to be reapers but more human. Reapers managed souls, demons did much of the same, only they ate souls. Granted, souls needed to move on and become demons or angels, or gods even (said practice was such a rarity though since it required a certain type of essence.) But souls that had bargained with demons and willingly accepted the consequences, he believed that corruption should be completed the ultimate purity of corruption.
He had aided Mr. Michaelis in winning his master back. Ciel Phantomhive had been swain by Claude Fautus, he somehow made him believe that the demon was in enemy. Undertaker, being a reaper, aided in removing Alois from his psyche. His soul was lost though upon its liberation, and when one soul had disappeared and one soul was eaten, the demons had at it. Undertaker was there to see to it Claude took the fall, but William didn't buy it. He hunted Sebastian to no end and caught him-Undertaker had a debt to help him. It was a debt after all and he had paid it. The demon, presently, had nothing to offer as his thanks.
There was something else he desired though. Perhaps if Grell made it he'd visit him again? He hadn't lied when he said he liked Grell, before his retirement he had observed Grell at the academy along with many other students. Grell always stood out though, he had such passion and energy-he was simply amusing! He had the strangest mannerisms of any student and took great pride in not only his techniques but his own life as well. He lived in the tragedy of romance, and often people who lived like that ended up in the tragedy of romance. Surrounded by death he saw it every day, someway, somehow, love was involved.