Chapter 5

"You disappoint me Madame Red. You don't deserve to wear the color red anymore," Grell said as he shook his head.

Sebastian placed a hand on his bleeding shoulder and wondered briefly as to what had happened to Harry.

"But I can't kill my nephew," Madame Red sobbed and buried her face in her hands.

"Well, if you can't kill the brat, then you must die as well," Grell said.

It took a quick moment before it processed in Sebastian's mind what Harry had said earlier about a Reaper in red in killing Madame Red with a chainsaw. By the time he realized this, he couldn't move fast enough, but there was strange spray of blood fell over them and there was a loud thump, but Madame Red, covered in blood, was still standing. He dreaded looking over at the body, but he had to know if it was Harry's or not, and a choked sob came unbidden to his throat as he saw the long slash across his body.

"Hmph. It looks like I got that smaller creature instead," Grell said.

Madame Red stared at the young demon and collapsed to her knees.

"Harry," Ciel's wide eye stared in shock at the smaller demon. He would never admit it out loud, but he had kind of come to see the un-collared demon as part of his strange demon family. He risked a glance over at his butler, but he could hardly read what the shock meant on his face. He then joined his aunt to kneel in Harry's blood as the smaller demon lay there peacefully.

"Attention Reaper Grell-" a monotone voice stopped in mid-sentence as the speaker stared at the body. "You IDIOT! THERE IS ABSOLUTELY NO HOPE FOR YOU!" the man roared as he dropped down and went to the body.

"William? Oh, did you by chance come to save me~" Grell questioned as he smiled.

"You have violated many polices, but this beats all of them. You actually killed the Head Shinigami," Willliam roared as he got to his feet and punched Grell's already swollen face from where Sebastian had hit him multiple times already.

Sebastian slowly walked over to his Soulmate's side and hoped that Lorabelle wouldn't accept his death. In all reality, he was just about ready to tilt back his head and let out a guttural scream and kill that bastard Grell. To hell with the extra woman known as his master's aunt and any other witnesses that might disapprove of him ripping Grell from limb to limb and then feeding his body parts to different Hell Hounds and offering his head to Lucifer, who oddly enough had a strange fetish for wanting severed heads.

Lorabelle lifted her head from where she had set it on Undertaker's shoulder to stare at the full moon.

"Something wrong my dear?" he asked, shifting slightly on the rooftop to get more comfortable.

"Harry is dead," she said, her voice thick.

"What? But I thought he couldn't die," the Undertaker barked.

"Oh, he can die, but he can't stay dead longer than 5 minutes because of little old me. I won't let him die that easily, but he is beyond pissed with whoever kills him," Lorabelle said with a chuckle.

"Fufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufufu. You have everything planned out don't you, my sly fox," the Undertaker then laughed.

"That I do," Lorabelle said with slight giggle before letting her head rest on Undertaker's shoulder again.

Harry let out a soft groan and could hear fighting and a woman yelling somewhere near where he had fallen. What had happened again? Oh yeah, his hero-complex disorder as Hermione called it kicked in, and he jumped right into the chainsaw, somehow getting it to slash his chest. It never ceased to amaze him how many times he died, but he still came back to life. He extended his magic a little and sensed Ciel sitting next to him. The woman was Madame Red, and it appeared that Grell was trying to fight off a very pissed-off demon that he was actually on the verge of going completely demonic and a Death God who was screaming at him for being a useless slut and how could he attack the Head of the Grim Reapers, and that if he survived Sebastian, he would probably have to fight Death as well for killing its master.

Ciel was watching Harry when said demon stirred slowly. He gasped and watched as his other demon opened his eyes slowly and winced. "Sebastian!" Ciel yelled for his butler and quickly crawled out of the way as said demon was in Ciel's spot in the next second.

"You had me worried," Sebastian murmured lowly enough for Harry to hear.

"I'm sorry. I would have told you, but I was collecting too much blood in my body as it made space for a child to grow. A gory death was the only thing I could think of to get rid of that blood since the process was complete, but then my hero-complex kicked in when I saw Madame Red about to die, and I just jumped in without thinking. Which is probably why my sister says I'm more work than I'm worth," Harry said with a weak chuckle before he coughed up blood.

"Harry," Sebastian immediately became worried.

"I'll be fine. My body will heal itself in a moment. Can you help me up?" Harry asked sheepishly.

Sebastian immediately picked him up bridal-style.

"Not quite what I meant, but this will work too," Harry said with a sigh as he wrapped his arms around Sebastian's neck and look intently at Grell whose face was bloodied beyond recognition. "Reaper Grell Sutcliff, I am the great Harry Potter, Master of Death, the Chosen One, the Savior along with a thousand other names that are ridiculous for me to mention. It is a crime for a lowly being such as yourself to even think about attacking me let alone killing me, which is punishable by death, and I do not mean my servant. You have violated the law of modifying a death scythe without the correct authorization and paperwork. You have killed people that are not on the 'To Die List', which is another crime punishable by death. You have also threatened to give important and private information regarding the murderer of one Ciel Phantomhive's parents since a demon is contracted to the boy because of that reason." Harry paused for a breath and glared at the offending Reaper.

Ciel blinked. Harry knew about his parents' murderer as well. And what exactly did a Master of Death do? Or a Chosen One or Savior? Who was his servant? He pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt a massive headache coming on.

"You have also hit on an already called for demon whose mate will not be pleased with your advances," Harry then snarled, eyes flashing a deep electric blue. "Therefore, I sentence you to be demoted to desk jobs where you will do all paperwork in a timely fashion, and I will have my servant make sure that it gets done in that fashion. Any paperwork given to you by William will also be done in a timely fashion. You will also be taking care of my servant's Riders' horses and making sure that they are well groomed, fed and anything else that the Riders tell you to do. Also that reaping tool you so dearly love will be revoked immediately, and any missions you are sent on will be with one of the students of the Reaper Academy where I'm sure they will have more sense than you. If you cannot take your job seriously as a Grim Reaper, then you will be treated as a student and stay as a student till you have learned to act as such. I do not expect you to act like Mister Spears, but I do require that you obey orders and laws." Harry paused again to cough up more blood, but it was a lot less than it was the first time that night.

Sebastian let out sigh when he noticed that the blood that was coughed up that time was a considerably small amount.

"But if I go on any missions with those dreaded brats, then how am I supposed to reap souls?" Grell whined.

Harry smirked. "Lorabelle, can you come here for a moment?" he called into the night.

Madame Red, Grell and Ciel stared in shock at the woman who they had seen at the Undertakers that day before they went to the Viscount's ball.

"Yes Harry dear?" the woman now named to them as Lorabelle asked sweetly.

"Would you mind coming here for a moment?" he asked, casting a somewhat dark glance at Sebastian for still holding him.

Said man only grinned back at him.

Lorabelle chuckled and stepped closer to hear Harry's order, which smiled like signature grin. "Of course my lord," she said with a courtesy.

"Oh, and do tell your Riders that they have a new stable boy for the time being as well, I want to make that wretched thing pay," Harry said before she disappeared and laughed when Grell's eyes widened.

"I can only do so much!" Grell screamed.

"Then I suggest you learn how to juggle," Harry said with another laugh and smiled when Lorabelle reappeared. "Hand them to him," Harry said, just barely containing himself from bouncing in Sebastian's arms with glee.

Lorabelle walked up to the demoted reaper. "These are for you my dear. Have fun with arts and crafts," she said as she walked back up to her brother and Sebastian. She leaned forward and whispered, "you two have fun later. Did Sebastian tell you that the mating process is normally done in demonic forms?" she laughed when she saw her brother go from bright cherry red to pale as snow and Sebastian just coughed. "Night everyone," she whispered and disappeared again.

Grell looked at his hands that were clasped together, which was the way that Lorabelle had put them as she handed over what her brother had asked her to retrieve. There were two, he could feel. Both somewhat long with two holes at one end. He unclasped his hands and stared at the offending tool, much to William's enjoyment as he fell onto the ground laughing. "What are these?" he asked blinking owlishly at the two identical, clear pieces that had the holes and made up one end while two stainless steel blades came together at the other end.

"Those," Harry said over a snort from both him and Sebastian, "are a pair of children's safety scissors. And that particular kind sucks at cutting even paper," Harry said as he burst out laughing as William started rolling still howling his mirth.

Sebastian dropped Madame Red and Ciel back at the townhouse while he and Harry walked down the dead street, arm in arm.

"Did Lorabelle really mean what she said about the mating process?" Harry asked timidly.

"Yes, she did. One of us transfers enough energy to start the process, which causes us to then take on our demonic forms, but normally we mark each other first, signifying to others that we belong to another," Sebastian said as they turned down an alleyway to get to a very secluded forest.

Harry's heart was beating faster than it normally should have, but he forced back his fear. He hadn't seen Sebastian's demonic form, but it couldn't get no worse than Lucifer's, right?

"You'll be fine. Is there a certain part you are most worried about?" Sebastian asked as he stepped into a small clearing big enough for what was needed and far enough way that no one would hear.

"Your demonic form. When Lucifer attacked me, my instincts kicked in, and I left four trail marks of blood on his left cheek. He was beyond pissed and showed me his true form. I was so scared Sebastian, but I was kind of used to acting when frightened," Harry whimpered.

Sebastian pulled him into an embrace and nuzzled his neck. "I can't say I've seen Lucifer's demonic form, but I'm not proud of mine either. However, I doubt mine is as scary as his though. Now, where do you want that mark?"

"Mark?" Harry lifted his head and met Sebastian's soft gaze. "Oh right, I guess where my shoulder meets my neck," he said as Sebastian deftly undid the shirt and tossed it on a convenient rock that was nearby.

Sebastian brought Harry as close to his body as possible and lowered his head before licking at the chosen spot on the right side of Harry's neck. "Ready?" he murmured and waited for Harry to lock his arms around his back after her repressed a shiver of delight before murmuring back that he was ready. He opened his mouth and bit into the skin, and he closed his eyes as Harry's blood ran into his mouth.

Harry could feel the searing pain, but it also felt like something was linking their bodies together. Then the pain was gone and Sebastian lifted his head, eyes glowing.

"Your turn," he breathed in a tone that sent shivers down Harry's spine.

Harry unwrapped his arms first from Sebastian before taking the tailcoat off of the butler with trembling hands and tossed on the rock where the vest and then the shirt joined it minutes later. He looked at the pale, flawless skin, wondering where he was supposed to put his mark.

Sebastian could sense Harry's confusion before he guided Harry's head to the right side of his own neck.

Harry nuzzled his neck for a moment before licking at an area in about the same spot as Sebastian's. He didn't give no warning as he bit down on the flesh, letting Sebastian's blood flow easily into his mouth.

Sebastian pressed his face into Harry's neck as his blood called out to him in a panic. He doubted that a new demon would recognize when their blood called out because of inexperience, but it would settle down once they had mated.

Harry lifted his head just as Sebastian did.

"Now one of us needs to start it," Sebastian breathed, bringing their mouths together.

Harry adjusted on his tiptoes. "Being short sucks," he grumbled. "Let me do it. You are still contracted and don't energies have to deal with souls?"

"Yes, it normally uses the souls that the demon has eaten since it is like energy. One soul depending on the quality could last a hundred years, which is why I'm contracted now just before the time from my last soul is up," Sebastian explained.

"Then let me do it," Harry said again.

"But Harry, I haven't seen you eat a single soul since you've been here," Sebastian told him firmly.

"I don't need to eat souls. Lorabelle arranged it to where I could still eat my human food, and I generally absorb a little bit of a being's life essence," Harry said softly. "Now how do I do this?"

"We just kiss, which then allows you the chance to pull your demonic energy and then push it into me," Sebastian explained just before Harry's lips caught his. It took him by surprise as he hadn't expected the younger demon to act so quickly on this, but he surprise faded as he felt a faint nip on his lower lip. His mate really was to gentle… no, he could be cruel if he wanted to be to someone like Grell. He then felt something dance across his tongue that wasn't Harry's own and realized it was Harry's energy. It was energy filled with tragedy, fear, betrayal, anger, love, and other things that made little sense at the moment before he felt the arousal of his demonic form, which pushed through within a few minutes. He hardly heard the sharp intake of breath as mate either laid eyes on or became a humanoid creature himself.

Harry had felt the antlers push through making him into a humanoid creature, which was a good thing at the moment. He only had a second before he was on the ground with Sebastian

Ciel got up, slightly annoyed because his cursed eye felt weird, to look in a mirror and took off his eye patch. He wasn't particularly worried since Madame Red had left without any real collection of what had happened tonight in front of the victim's apartment. Ciel had decided to send her to an island for the time being and let her go over what she wants in life, but it didn't explain where is butler had ran off to this time with that demon friend of his. He found a mirror and stared in shock as the Faustian Contract on his eye glowed brilliantly even though no order was given before he noticed it was pulsing as if it was alive. "Now what is that idiot doing?" Ciel covered his eye just as he heard a click on the hardwood floor behind.

"Something you wouldn't want to know yet, little earl," Lorabelle's voice whispered in amusement in his ear.

Ciel spun around, but he was alone unless she was hiding in the shadows. "Yeah, well, I'm going to bed," he called out into the seemingly empty house. "Yeah, whatever," he grumbled and started walking towards his bedroom.

Alright that was fun. Ah poor Ciel, so innocent. Well reviews are helpful