Can You Fix Me? Chapter 5Tell Me~
Grell Leaned over the extremely large casket looking at the very still figure. His body trembled at the whole situation, William in a coffin, his breathing barely visible. It terrified him. He looked around for the other two Shinigamis but saw only the flicker of the candle that Undertaker had lit. His eyes drifted back to his boss as his mind began to wander.
It had been nearly five hours since they had found Will lying in the alley impaled by his own scythe. He had been bleeding profusely and Grell had tried using his coat to stem the blood flow and keep the rain of him. Ronald was looking him over for any other serious injuries when they both looked up and tensed at the sound of someone laughing like a mad man. A soft laugh with a wild lilt to it.
Undertaker stepped from the shadows smiling as he looked Ronnie in the eyes. Slowly his smile slide sideways off his face as he noticed Will lying in a pool of his own blood. His voice grew serious and it sent chills up Grell's sp
Can You Fix Me? Chapter 2Back to Work~
The door clicked closed behind William as he walked silently from the redheaded reapers room. Grell had broken down and it had taken all of the taller reaper's focus to open a portal for the two of them. He thought back to the ally.
Grell's legs had slipped from beneath him as he began to sob and shake uncontrollably in the rain soaked ally. William's stern demeanor faltered as his hand shot out to grab the sobbing Shinigami. He hurriedly recovered before Grell noticed the concern and he stepped forward kneeling beside the trembling figure, gently saying his name.
"Grell," bright watery two-toned eyes turned to meet William's, slightly shocked at being addressed by his first name, "can you stand? We need to get back to the Library." Grell tried to put his wobbly legs beneath him but they again gave out.
William clicked his tongue as he stood back up and sighed deeply at what he was about to do before bending over and scooping the red reaper up bridal style. The broken Shi
Can You Fix Me? Chapter 1Pour Me A Drink~
"Shut it Will~!" A glass flew past the brunette's indifferent face as he watched the red head down another shot. His hair was a mess of fly-aways and his face was blotchy and red from the tears and the booze. "I need another~!" Grell yelled waving his glass as William adjusted his slipping glasses.
The barkeep poured another shot into the tumbler, Grell's hazy green eyes trained on him like a hawk sizing up prey. William couldn't help but notice the slight shaking of the man's hand as he slid the glass closer to the boisterous Shinigami, the fear in his eyes pooling to the surface as his noticed the shark-like grin that was presented to him.
William's calm voice spoke up, "Just leave the bottle. I will keep an eye on him." The man was more than happy to oblige, leaving the bottle and scurrying off.
Normally William was not one for anything like this. He refused to even make an appearance at Ronald Knox's office parties, so he could not fathom why he was sitting in a pu
FrAmE of MiNd "I found this picture, with note, on my desk. I thought you would want to be notified."
-William T. Spears
Grell read the note he discovered lying atop his desk. Looking down Grell spotted the picture. It was of Ciel Phantomhive, drawn wearing next to nothing in a provocative pose, with glowing red eyes. With the message, "Miss Sutcliff I know you dreamed of him last night," scribbled across the bottom. He was far from amused by this ghastly joke. Grell had just returned to his office, from an exhausting assignment. He was tired, hungry and in no mood for silly games. He snatched up William's note, the picture and stormed out of his office heading straight to William's. Without knocking, he barged into the office, slamming the door behind him. "What the hell is this all about?" He demanded.
William looked up from his stack of paper work, the redhead stood tapping his foot in front of his desk. "I see you got my note! You were still
Things Ronald Knox Cannot Do1)I am not longer allowed to take my lawnmower out for joy rides
2)Even if Grell senpai dares me to
3)I cannot mow the carpet in my office or anywhere in the building
4)No matter how bored I am
5)I cannot put my paperwork into my lawnmower or William senpai will give me more
6)If I even have my lawnmower on during office hours, William senpai has every right to kill me
7)The same right goes to Eric senpai
8)Having no fuel for my death scythe is not a good enough exuse to get out of reaping souls
9)Stamping my work as complete before reaping the soul does not mean I can get my work done faster
10)I can no longer date mortal girls because I end up telling them when they're going to die and William senpai will get mad at me (again)
11)Throwing a party in my office is not acceptable
12)Throwing a sex party in my office is highly unacceptable
13)If I invite Alan senpai to another sex party, Eric senpai will cut off my butt and hang it on his wall
14)If I invite William senpai to any type of
Where Feathers Fall Chapter 2
Where Feathers Fall
Sebastian walked down the long hall towards Ciel’s office, gracefully side-stepping Mey-rin as the clumsy maid tripped and flailed about, messing up her simple task of dusting. Balancing his tray containing a slice of cake and some tea, he stooped down, catching the vase she tipped over before it could shatter on the floor. He set the vase back in it’s place and looked down at her, “Please try to be more careful.”
“Y-Yes Mister Sebastian!”
He ignored her as she hurried back to her task, and stepped into the office, closing the door behind him, “Your afternoon tea, My Lord.” He said, setting the tray down and placing the cake down on Ciel’s desk for him, a small desert fork laying next to the plate atop a napkin. He turned back to his tray and began to pour the tea into a cup, freezing just as he was about to tip the teapot, his eyes widening as he felt his stomach start to cramp back up. It had been ne
Bad Luck Chapter 3
Eric stepped out of the shower, using a towel to dry himself off before using it to wipe the fog from the mirror, trying to ignore his enlarged stomach that made it quite obvious that the test results the doctor had gotten was, in fact, true. He leaned in, trimming his beard and shaving the unwanted growth of facial hair. He lazily combed his hair and brushed his teeth before grabbing his shirt, pulling it on and starting to button it down, grunting in frustration once he reached his stomach, finding the buttons above were straining, and the rest would not quite reach any longer. “Fuck.” He ripped his shirt off, paying no mind to the top buttons snapping off and flying around the room as he wadded the shirt and threw it angrily to the floor. He pulled on his pants, finding them uncomfortable the way they were forced to fit under his belly, and walked out to his small bedroom, opening his wardrobe to find a possibly oversized shirt—anything to hide
Bad Luck Chapter 2.
Eric groaned and rolled off the couch, grabbing his glasses. His head giving a dull throb. Not the worst hangover he’s had. This one was bearable. He looked around Ronald’s small apartment and pushed himself up. He and the younger reaper had spent the night drinking at the pub, and he had crashed at the younger’s apartment. It had been a little more than a month since his night with the demon, and he had all but forgotten it.
The reaper walked into the kitchen to start making coffee, wondering if he should try to wake his friend.
Ronald groaned tiredly, smelling coffee being brewed from the kitchen, figuring Eric had gotten up. He sighed, forcing himself to get up and drag his feet into the bathroom to freshen up.
After his refreshing shower, he got dressed, leaving his tie off and vest open as he walked into the kitchen to find his friend already enjoying his coffee. He rubbed his head, it throbbing slightly from the amount of alcohol he consumed
Romeo and Juliet, Chapter Three
Chapter Three: Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie.
William's eyes snapped open at the sound of a loud knock on the door, having dozed off on his couch in front of the fire. Sighing, he set his deserted book aside and got up to answer the door, looking between an upset Grell who's makeup had started to run down his cheeks, and what appeared to be an angry Ronald who was gripping Grell's wrist as if to keep him from leaving. "...Yes?"
"We need to talk, Will." the younger Reaper stated, about to walk in, but was stopped when Will didn't move.
Will's expression never changed, looking from Grell again back to Ronald. " If this has anything to do with demons, I really would appreciate not discussing it at this moment." he said quietly, remembering what he saw--or he thought he saw--earlier when following Grell.
"No, this can't wait." Ronald finally let go of Grell's hand and pointed at him, "He's officially lost it! Gone completely mad, andHow did you know that this involved a d
Romeo and Juliet, Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty One: Do feel the treason sharply.
Grell followed Ronald into the warehouse where a large amount of souls needed to be collected from an accident. The past month had been steadily getting more and more difficult for him. When he had learned about this rather large collection, he made sure to drink a vile of blood he had stashed in his desk, to stop the cravings before they caused a problem for him.
He swung his chainsaw as they walked along the rows of crates, sighing as the taste of blood lingered on his tongue.
Ronald walked just ahead of him, his mower swung back over his shoulder. He glanced back at his co-worker, noticing before that the red-head had this slightly satisfied look on his face as though remembering something. He shrugged it off and sighed, pulling out his book to look through the numerous amount of names they had to go through just at the warehouse. "They gotta start being careful with this kind of work...humans are so careless." he mused, stuffing the
Romeo and Juliet, Chapter Nineteen
Romeo and Juliet
Chapter Nineteen: Play the Devil
The next morning, Grell found himself waking up early, the sun barely peaking over the horizon as he quietly slipped from the warm covers and pulled his robe around him. He was careful not to wake anyone as he slipped into the hall and peaked into Leslie's room before walking to the kitchen. It was a little early to start breakfast, but he did anyway, feeling quite hungry.
Even as quiet as Grell was being, Eric felt him shift and get up out of bed, waiting until the other's footsteps faded down the hallway before opening his eyes to check the time. He yawned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes as he just sat and listened to the sounds coming from the house, especially from the kitchen where Grell walked to.
Grell finished making a quick breakfast and set the table, sitting down to eat his own, and looking up when he heard soft footsteps approaching from the Hall.
Alan walked into the kitchen, his cheeks red. He stopped and blink
Romeo and Juliet, Chapter Twentythree
Romeo and Juliet
Chapter 23. There are more things in heaven and earth
Grell hummed softly, bouncing Leslie gently in his arms, lulling the cranky child into a much needed nap. Once he had fallen asleep, Grell placed him in the bassinette and tucked him in before walking around the bed to where Eric lay. "Need anyth—" he was interrupted by the knock on the door, "…I'll be right back, love. Don't move." He joked and got up to open the door. He hoped it was James. He was in no mood to deal with reapers, or any potential threats to his family.
Eric gave Grell a groggy look, barely able to turn his head as he watched him leave. The Undertaker knew too well that Eric was stubborn enough to avoid staying still in bed, so he had given Grell a few potent sedatives, each strong enough to nearly kill a human. And sure enough, that morning Eric had tried to get up to start the day and Grell slipped one into his coffee and knocked him on his ass the rest of the day. He groaned tiredly, letting Gre
Romeo and Juliet, Chapter Twenty-Five
Romeo and Juliet
Chapter 25: Parting is such sweet sorrow
Grell moaned and rubbed his temples, a splitting headache had been plaguing him throughout the day and it only seemed to be getting worse and spreading through his body. He sighed and picked up Leslie from the changing table and walked out of the nursery to the sitting room, handing his son to his father before curling up on the sofa next to him, resting his head on Eric's leg.
Eric looked up just as Leslie was being handed to him, shifting him to hold the boy in one arm while resting his other hand down on Grell's head. "What's wrong, love? Not feeling well?" It had become common knowledge that Grell's change was indeed speeding up, so anything out of the ordinary was expected.
"Feel horrible…I'm tempted to just try to sleep the rest of this headache off…Hell, I'd sleep the rest of it all off if I could…Think you could take care of yourself and Leslie for a wile, wile I just nap here on you're comfy lap?"
He chuckled and
Romeo and Juliet, Chapter Four
Chapter Four: The most unkindest cut of all.
It had been a month since Grell had first run into Eric and after the night that William had confronted the demon about his identity; Grell had stayed quiet while at the office, only talking to both William and Ronald when he had to. He had gotten into a daily habit of running straight to Eric after work. He hadn't spent a single night in his own bed since the night Ronald had interrupted his and Eric's dinner.
He walked into his office, looking over his list of souls to collect that day, freezing as he reached one particularly thick section. The murders had yet to be solved by the mortal police and the murderer had begun to get braver, killing more often, and not limiting himself to only one victim...but this was almost a massacre. The paper showed him that not only was there too many souls to collect for one reaper, but three had been assigned to the job: William and Ronald both were to join him for the afternoon. Why were so many people s