The sadness and anger swirled together in the gold eyes of the vampire. Gradually, the bright eyes descended into a dark color. William immediately stood from his chair and stumbled backwards. Grell jumped onto the kitchen table and growled. William couldn't help but stare at Grell's animalistic behavior.
"G-Grell…p-please calm down," William stuttered. Grell could not harm William, so there was not fear of that. The reaper was more afraid that he would hurt Grell in the process of trying to defend himself and at the same time, trying to relax Grell.
"You will NOT take my scythe William," a harsh voice snapped. Instead of Grell's charming voice, a more demonic one came out of the vampire. William stumbled backwards even further until his back the counter. Grell sprung off the table and stalked toward William, like a cat would with a mouse.
"I know that you love your scythe Grell, but you have no further use for it! Please understand," William testified. Grell ignored William's pleads completely. The vampire just glared the reaper down. William grabbed Grell's shoulders and held the vampire firmly in front of him. He gazed into the dark, twisted eyes, "Grell, please stop this. You're going to get hurt if you keep acting on instinct. Listen to me. I need your scythe. I'm not trying to take it away from you; I know how much you love it. If it were up to me, I'd let you keep it. Unfortunately, the decision isn't mine nor is it yours. Please Grell, tell me where it is…" the ravenette explained the situation as much as he could.
The callous look Grell was giving William bit by bit turned somber, but his eyes remained a frightening black. William cupped his lover's face, "Your eyes," William said simply, "Are you hungry or mad?"
"Both," Grell murmured. William moved one hand from Grell's cheek and held it front of the vampire's face.
"Eat. Don't apologize, just eat," William ordered. Without hesitation, Grell took William's hand and sunk his fangs into William's wrist. The reaper only winced once since the action had become normal for him. He had become accustomed to the feeling of blood being drawn to one spot; the rush. After which, Grell would pull backand his lips were bright red with a bit of blood that dribbled from the corner of his mouth. The dark haze that clouded the vampire's eyes returned to a sparkling gold. But Grell still held that forlorn appearance. The reaper ran his fingers peacefully through the crimson hair, "I know how much love it Grell, I really do," William repeated. Grell sighed and looked down to his feet.
"It's in our room, in my wardrobe," Grell said in submission. William kissed the vampire's forehead gently.
"Thank you Grell," William whispered. William withdrew his hand from the red locks and made his way to their room. As William walked away, he could hear Grell beginning to cry. The sobbing made William's heart ache with tremendous pain. He never thought that the scythe had meant to so much to his beloved.
Much to William's displeasure, he ignored Grell's weeping. He continued to seize the scythe from the wardrobe and went back. As he walked back into the kitchen to say goodbye to Grell before work, his heart shattered. Grell was curled up on the floor, crying his heart out into his hands. The reaper placed the scythe on the kitchen table and knelt down in front of Grell.
"Grell, I know it hurts, but please don't cry," William pleaded quietly. William went to brush his hand over Grell's cheek, but it was slapped away.
"Go, just go!" Grell shrieked. William sighed in frustration.
"You're being ridiculous," Grell moved his hands from his face and smacked William across the face.
"I said go!" Grell screamed. William stared at Grell with a shocked expression. Grell just…hit me…, the reaper thought stunned.
"Grell…I'll make this right…" William mumbled as he got to his feet. William grabbed the scythe from the table and left the house quickly. William couldn't let Grell continue crying like this. He may not understand the connection between Grell and the chainsaw, but it was certainly important. William did not have the option to ignore it.
So William, more determined than usual, made his way into the dispatch. He practically stomped his way to his office; which drew quite a bit of attention. The door to the ravenette's office was flung open; William intended to find a way to keep the scythe of the redhead. When William came into his office, someone was already there waiting for him; Edward Masterson. William never faltered at the sight at him, nor was he surprised in any way. Edward was seated at one of the chairs in front of William's desk; he had his back to him.
"Mr. Masterson," William spoke coldly.
"Ah William, I was wondering when you were going to arrive," Edward said higher up rose from the seat and turned to face William, "You have the scythe I presume?" Edward asked.
"Yes, but Iwould like to…negotiate with you before handing it over," William stated. The higher up raised an eyebrow in confusion.
"Please elaborate on this, Spears," the man said plainly.
"Of course sir. You see, Miss Sutcliff is actually extremely fond of her scythe. She does not wish to part with it. In fact, while trying to confiscate it from her this morning, she…" William didn't want to alarm the association that Grell might be a threat now, "She had a bit of a 'meltdown' as one may put it,"
"Mr. Spears, it is none of our concern what the former reaper feels towards the scythe. Our concern is a hellborn creature (demons, tainted angels, shinigami-human hybrid children, vampires, etc) has the possession of a death scythe. Death scythes are strictly for shinigami use only. I will hear no further of your pleads to make your mate happy. Now hand over the scythe," Edward scolded. William tensed when the word 'mate' had been used. How the bloody hell did Edward know? Maybe I really am that transparent, William thought. Only seconds later did the higher up stick his hand out, waiting to take the scythe.
I have to give him the scythe. The scythe. The weapon that makes Grell so very happy. The object that he claims to understand him. The scythe. No William, hand over the scythe! It's your job! You can always just buy Grell a chainsaw from the hardware store…but would that be the same to Grell? William! It's a bloody chainsaw! How could anyone have attachments to a chainsaw?! Although…Grell did always find that it calmed him…colored everything that damnable red he so loves…Grell. I…I…I can't…I can't let them take the scythe…
William finally came to his mental conclusion. The scythe was Grell's, and it would remain that way until the end of time. William glared his superior down cold.
"I'm afraid I cannot give you Sutcliff's scythe," William growled.
"And why is that?"
"Because it belongs to Sutcliff, not you or me. It is not yours to take away, and it's not mine to give to you," William said adjusting his glasses, "Now if you would please leave, I have paperwork to attend too," Edward's face was engulfed in rage. Yet, he never said another word, he just left. When the door clicked closed, William let out a huge sigh of relief. He knew there would be consequences for his actions and they would now take action. This meant William had to increase his protection level on Grell and himself. Not to mention the constant demon haunting them. William sighed again and sat down at his desk. He never imagined Grell becoming a vampire would be such a hassle, not that he had imagined it.
As William began to ease into his chair and start the day's work, there was knocking at the door. For the love of God, who could it be now? William rolled his eyes.
"Come in," he said with irritancy. The door swung open to reveal the reaper, Ronald Knox.
"Hiya boss!" the youngling greeted. The dual toned hair colored reaper walked into William's office carrying a stack of morning paperwork. Ronald placed the stackon the large desk and gazed at William, "Here's the paperwork you wanted. Ey, where's Senpai Grell? Haven't seen 'im at all," Ronald mentioned the redhead, William stiffened. He almost forgot about the select few actually cared for Grell besides himself. Ronald, Alan, and Eric. William adjusted his glasses as he always did and met Ronald's eyes.
"Sutcliff will not be returning to the dispatch," William affirmed. Ronald's held the emotion of utter shock.
"What? Did somethin' happen to 'im?!" the younger asked frantically. William rolled his eyes once more and motioned Ronald to sit; the younger did so.
"Mr. Knox, the situation related to Sutcliff is private. However, I do know that you are close with him, as with Humphries and Slingby. I will discuss the matter after work with all of you, that is if you all finish your work on time," William clarified. Ronald nodded in agreement and hurried out of the office. Now maybe I can finish my work on time, the ravenette continued to think.
It was nearly eight o'clock; William had gotten his work done early. The ravenette almost smiled as he locked his office and headed to the exit. He waited on the front steps of the dispatch for the other three reapers. Moments later did they arrive.
"Aye Spears!" Eric called. The blond was standing at the top of the stairs with Alan. Ronald was fumbling down the marble steps.
"Ah yes, Slingby. So glad you could join me," William said. Ronald finally stopped stumbling down and stood in front of William.
"What's up with Grell?" Ronald asked.
"Yeah, the little redhead hasn't been 'ere for a while now," Eric complained.
"Eric, manners," Alan hushed his whining partner and looked at William, "Sir, we're all worried about Grell. He hasn't come into to the dispatch whatsoever. Usually you're very strict with that. And considering you're relationship, you'd keep tabs on him…" Alan trailed off. William sighed quietly.
"Do you wish to see him?" William asked.
"Yeah!" Ronald shouted.
"Fine. Come with me," William directed. The ravenette lead them in the direction of him and Grell's home.
After quite a bit of walking, they arrived. William unlocked the front door and opened it. He stepped inside and looked around.
"Grell, I'm home," William called into the house, "Grell?"
"Will~!" the redhead squealed from the bedroom. Grell ran out of the bedroom and launched himself at William. William caught the redhead and smiled slightly, "I missed you darling,"
"I missed you too," William whispered back. The stoic decided it was best to keep the scythe issue a secret until the right time came. Meanwhile, William pulled away to look at his beloved. Grell was wearing a red sweater that was a little big on his small frame, and black skinny jeans. Always red and black, the ravenette thought. William then wrapped an arm around the redhead's waist and turned so that they both faced the other reapers, "They wished to see you," William said softly.
"Ronnie!" the vampire smiled. At the sight of the new appearance of Grell, the reapers stepped back. A confused look took over the face of Grell, "Ronnie?"
"What the hell! What's wrong with Senpai Grell?!" Ronnie yelled. A faint whimper of hurt escaped from Grell and William's grip tightened.
"There is nothing wrong with Grell," William elucidated.
"B-but sir…he's…a demon…" Alan stuttered in fear. Eric took a defensive stance in front of Alan.
"Spears, that's a demon, it ain't Grell. It can hurt us," Eric said. William growled and he held Grell tight.
"Eric Slingby, let's get some things clarified," William said harshly, "First, this is very much Grell. Second, how dare you refer to Grell as 'it'. Third, Grell would never harm anyone one of you. Fourth, Grell is a vampire, not a demon," William explained. William had to restrain himself from taking Eric's head off and stabbing his remaining body.
"Spears, he's still a threat to us. Demon or not. He's a hellborn now, which means he feeds off humans. If Grell drinks the blood of a human and kills 'em, it messes with the 'to-die' list," Eric said, still defending Alan.
"I have an arrangement that deals with Grell's feeding, he is no way a threat to us as shinigami or friends for that matter," William said. William was becoming annoyed with Eric. Wasn't Eric supposed to be like a big brother to Grell, or at least that's how Grell referred to Eric. Why was he suddenly so against his 'little sister'?
"What arrangement?" Alan asked out of curiosity.
"It is none of your business," William snapped. Alan looked down
"Alan's just lookin' out for ya, Spears," Eric defended his smaller partner once more.
"No matter, all is well and that should suffice you," William said, "Now then, Grell and I have plans for tonight, so it would be appreciated if you all departed," and so the reapers did. Eric practically ripped the door out of its hinges when opening the door, obviously cussing as he left. Alan, still head down, hurried out after Eric. Ronald lingered a bit longer. His bright, young eyes continuously looked over Grell with curiosity and slight fear. When William noticed this action, his arm tensed and tightened around Grell even more. The stoic reaper remained silent though. Once Ronald was finished, he waved goodbye and exited. William shut and locked the door behind the youngling.
"That wasn't what I expected," William muttered. Grell wrapped his arms around William's waist from behind; nuzzling his head just below William's shoulder.
"It was nice seeing them again…" Grell whispered. William smiled softly and turned to pick up the redhead. Grell then wrapped his legs around William as the ravenette held him.
"Come, I need you," William murmured seductively. Grell giggled as he was carried into their bedroom for another passionate night.
To be clear, a hellborn is pretty much every creature in the parentheses. Obviously I don't own Kuroshitsuji, never have never will. I'm new at this disclaimer and stuff ._.