The Dark Waltz
A gust of wind blew, stripping a tree of its beautiful flowers. Petals flew all around the perching reaper as he gazed down at the London street below him. His crimson locks dancing with the petals as they floated on the breeze, the sun bathing him in warmth. The day had been a trying one for the flamboyant redhead. Nothing had been going well. He had stumbled out of bed and arrived late to work once again, despite having received a long lecture from his boss a few days earlier. His first reap of the day had gone awry, when an angel had swooped in, stealing away the soul he was to collect, also the blasted angel had torn the hem of his beloved red coat. The precious article of clothing, the only remaining thing he possessed of his late mistress and partner in crime; his beloved Madame Red. Rather risk it being more damaged, he had rushed home to put it away to be mended, only to discover his beloved pet, had passed away.
Grell had discovered a beautiful, black kitten in the snow one evening near his London flat, some years prior. For some unknown reason, he had chosen to keep it. She was his perfect companion; he had named her Cleopatra, Cleo for short. Her body was laid out on the floor near the fireplace, unmoving and peaceful, but he knew instantly that she lay
shrouded in death. Being a reaper he could smell it upon her fur. He had dropped to his knees and wept over body. After sometime he collected her in his arms and carried her out to the small yard, that served as his garden, carefully laying her down he grabbed a shovel and prepared her resting place under her favorite Rose bush. He kissed her head one last time as he placed her in the earth and covered her body. Plucking one lovely rose from the bush he’d placed it over grave. As he stood he stood his shirt got caught on one of the thorns of the rose bush tearing open wide.
Cursing the day he stomped back indoors to replace his torn shirt. He still had reaps to do and needed to get back to work. He quickly peeled off his waistcoat and slipped the torn shirt from his body and replaced it with a fresh one. He slipped his waist coat back on and grabbed one of his drab black suit coats to complete his attire.
Fuming as he marched out of the flat and onto to his next assignment. Only to find out he was late. The body had already been removed from the scene. So he’d would have to search for the body’s location, to exhume the soul trapped inside. A bit of luck smiled down on him as the body had not gone too far. He was able to track it down to the local mortician's shop, ran by a rather eccentric man known by mortals as the Undertaker. However Grell had recently found out that he was, in fact a legend in the Shinigami world. The most revered reaper of all time. Upon entering the shop, the Undertaker had not made it easy on the crimson-haired reaper. Not especially discovering that Grell had been late to a reap and now was there searching for the lost soul. The story alone had the old reaper dying of laughter, but he chose to play a game with the redhead, that delayed Grell much longer than he had hoped for. He was forced to play a game of hide and seek. There were a dozen corpses in the shop that day, all of which had already been placed in their coffins. Some awaiting autopsies , others waiting for their day of burial. The Undertaker laughed, messing with the redhead, leading him astray many times in his search. Finally he found the right coffin and collected the missing soul. With out so much as a Goodbye, he smacked the Undertaker across the face and slammed the door to his shop on the way out.
Now he sat awaiting his last reap of the day. A man stood on the street below discussing a transaction of sorts with another man, one of which looked like a common street scoundrel. Grell knew how the scene would unfold. The scoundrel was going to stab the man of a higher ilk in society. The man was to bleed to death and die at the stroke of four. Grell pulled his pocket watch from his breast pocket and looked down at it, he stared unbelieving, as he realized the second hand was unmoving. The time at stopped at a quarter past noon. Once again another foul word escaped his lips, as he thrust the watch back into his breast pocket, when a movement caught his eye.
"Now What?" He hissed to himself, as he tried to focus on the movement, trying to figure out what it could have been. "No more surprises today..." He pleaded to the heavens above him.
Below, two figures walked along the streets, just around the corner from the man soon to meet his fate. A young boy, richly clad in fine silks and lace, a smart cane in hand, and a patch covering his right eye under his neatly combed hair. And just a mere stride behind him was a rather handsome, tall man with piercing red eyes and slightly ruffled slick black hair. He donned a smart tailcoat, and he held out a silver pocket watch to glance at before silently tucking it away again, a slight curl to his lips.
It was hard to believe that a thirteen-year-old brat could be the head of a powerful family, and holding the title of an Earl as he worked directly under Queen Victoria herself. The cold hard reality of life dictated that the boy should have long before failed the queen and disgraced the Phantomhive family name… But Ciel Phantomhive had what most humans did not; a butler strait from hell. A leashed demonic slave to do his bidding. The tall dark demon had gotten the child he had contracted with out of more sticky situations that should have claimed his life more times than Grell could count.
"What the hell are they doing here?" He began to rant to himself, "This is not fair...not fair at all. Will nothing go right for me today?" Quickly Grell made his way along the roof top, jumping down to land behind the handsome devil he loved to toy with. The demon always got his blood racing. He could never pass up an oppotunity to play with the damned creature, not especially having tasted what he could do. Grell wiggled at the memory, throwing his scythe over his shoulder. "Fancy meeting you two here!" He called out, catching the young earl and his butler's attention.
The butler, currently responding to the name of Sebastian Michaelis, as that is what Ciel chose for him, grimaced. The demon schooled the automatic twitch to his eyebrow that came from Grell’s annoyingly feminine voice, and he turned to look at the interfering reaper, grateful only for the lack of clinging the redhead usually bestowed upon his person. “Grell Sutcliff…” he greeted politely, though his tone held a dark warning, “I do hope that you are simply passing by and are quite late for whatever it is you are doing.”
"On the contrary Sebby... You are walking in on my reap and I would like to know what are you doing here." He inquired, lowering his scythe to lean on it.
“Business.” The demon said in a bored voice, turning his back on Grell and gazing down at his master who nodded and started to continue along the road.
The boy peered around the corner and frowned, “Sebastian.” He said simply in a commanding tone.
And though the young earl hadn’t said a command, Sebastian moved forward as if he had, following silent orders and leaping up to the roof and bounding around to the other side of the two men.
Money was exchanged between the humans and there was a flash of silver, the lesser man moving to betray the man who had paid him handsomely for whatever item was in the paper package now under the richer man’s arm.
Sebastian bounded forward in that instant, stopping the fatal wound from being inflicted, breaking the urchin’s forearm, and knocking the richer man out before slumping him over his shoulder like a potato sack. He then calmly walked back to Ciel’s side and the pair turned to head to their carriage.
Grell ran after them, "What the hell do you think you are doing? That man was suppose to die. That’s my reap!" He bellowed, revving up his chainsaw. "Unhand him Sebby! He has a date with death and I am not going to allow you to take him." He growled charging at the demon butler.
Sebastian set the man down in the carriage, “I’m afraid I can’t let him die quite yet, Sutcliff.”
Grell swung his chainsaw at the dark butler, "The hell..! If he is on the to die list, Sebby...he is going to die... Do not interfere with my work. I refuse to loose another soul today." He growled.
Calmly, the demon butler shifted and then suddenly had Grell pinned against the wall, the roaring scythe pinned up above their heads, “You can kill the man yourself when we are done with him.”
"He is suppose to die now...Why is he so important to you?" The redhead snarled, kicking out at the butler, hitting him square in the gut, forcing Sebastian off of him, swinging his scythe around again.
“Important business. Now, I don’t have time to play with you.” As Grell’s chainsaw swung down at him, he jumped, evading injury and coming down atop it, snapping it from Grell’s grip. Silver knives flashed as he spun around, forcing Grell down into a puddle left over from the previous night’s rain. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
"How dare you knock a lady down into a puddle of water! Now I am all wet! Damn it Sebastian, that hurt!" He ranted, getting back up. "I see you still like to play rough though." Walking up to the demon, "But I have no time to play either Sebby...Perhaps another time." He sneered, without another word he pecked the demon on the cheek. He ducked and rolled, grabbing his chainsaw. Swinging it up as he came around, stopping just before cutting into Sebastian's throat. "Now Bassy... that man is going to die."
“Not today.” The demon growled, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest. There was a clash of silver on silver as his knives deflected the chainsaw and he took a moment to wipe his cheek clean of the red lip-stain left upon his pale flesh before he was suddenly behind the reaper once more, his hand winding around the majority of his long red hair and pulling it taunt as if he was pulling the reigns to slow a horse, his foot, at the same time, kicking in Grell’s knees to make him fall, “Tsk, I did warn you…but it seems you need something new to fret about…” before he was done talking, the butler’s razor-sharp silverware sliced through the taunt locks of crimson, sending Grell face-first into the gutter. The butler then let go of the severed hairs, letting them fall onto Grell’s back and around him. “Good day, Sutcliff.” Sebastian shut the door of the cab and got in the driver’s seat, snapping the reigns to get the horses moving once more, leaving Grell in the gutter surrounded by the long locks once proudly displayed upon the reaper’s head.
Grell pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, noticing the red locks falling all around him, "Whaa?" He whispered to himself, as he reached up to the back of his head, only to discover his hair had been hacked off. His eyes grew quite large as he let out at blood curling scream, "NO! OH GODS NO!" The tears over flowed from his eyes. He sat back on his heels trying to collect all the strands of hair he could, before the wind carried them away. "My hair.... Why?" He cried, forcing himself to stand, he stuffed the strands into his pockets. He walked over to a shop window and looked at his reflection. His hair had been cut down, outside of a few missed locks, to the short cut he once wore, during his academy days. He leaned his head against the window, "Will nothing go right this day?" He sniffled, wiping his nose with his sleeve, spreading mud above his upper lip, giving him the appearance of a mustache.
With a triumphant cry, Ronald Knox dropped his pen, paying no mind to the ink splatters that spilled out onto his wooden desk, promising to stain the surface as he hopped out of his chair and gathered his daily paperwork into a folder. Hurrying to his supervisor's office. He had finished early, for once, and now he had plans to spend the extra time with the one he loved. Hurrying along the halls, with a small, barely noticeable skip in his step, he slipped into William’s office. The door had been open, so he knew the supervisor wasn’t overly busy or in a meeting with someone. Grinning, he dropped the file onto Will’s desk, “Done!” he folded his arms and sat on the edge of the desk, looking at William for his reaction.
The two had been secretly dating for the past month, not that they wanted to keep their love a secret, but William didn’t think it was anyone’s business but their own, so at work, they kept a professional front up. However, it had been a while since their last date and Ronald was getting anxious for another one with how much William was dedicated to his work. So, in a rather stubborn display of love for his lover, Ron coaxed William into a bet that he could finish work early, and if he did, William had to take him on a date, even if Will’s own work wasn’t finished.
Will looked up at the blond sitting on his desk, "So you are finished are you?" A little chuckle escaped him, "Alright Ron you win. A date, I believe, is your prize... " He declared, quirking his eyebrow. "Give me a half hour more and I shall be all caught up and then we shall be free the rest of the evening to do as you like." He promised, his hand reaching out to slide up the blond's thigh. "You are welcome to dessert first if you like..." The dark haired reaper teased, pulling his hand away, as he picked up the next report to be filled out.
Ronald pouted, sliding down into his lover’s lap, “A half hour? But you know you’ll do it in bed before you pass out! You always do.” He smirked, reaching up to Will’s dark hair, “Come now or have messy hair!” he threatened childishly.
"Honestly Ron!" Will sighed, adjusting his glasses. "Oh alright...but you get to serve dessert tonight!" He smiled, pulling the younger reaper by the chin, into a soft kiss. "No backing out of dessert! I expect full service... Do I make myself clear?" William reinforced, his hand gliding over the blond's posterior, giving it a tiny pinch.
The blond started slightly, but grinned, leaning into his ear and sliding his hands down to Will’s shoulders, “Your place, I assume?” He always spent the night at William’s flat, as his own was small, cramped, and lacking in a proper bed. He had a few suits at William’s place for such occasions, as well as a few other belongings. Without waiting for an answer, he got up, pulling William with him, “But first we go out and have a good time together!”
"Where would you like to go?" Will asked as he followed his lover to the door. Turning off the light and locking the door behind them as they left. Carefully he put his stoic face on, not wanting to give the other reapers about a reason to gossip.
Ronald only smirked, slipping a paper into his hand, as if handing him a work file before hurrying off to the lift to head out first.
Meet you at where I confessed.
Will read the note in his hand, a tiny smile crossed his face, then faded before anyone could notice. He slowly made his way down the hall, to the lifts and left the building, taking his time to meet his lover. He knew very well the spot where Ronald had finally admitted his feelings. It was a little sidewalk café in the heart of the city over looking the Thames. And tonight would be another perfect night, to have a romantic dinner date with the one he was madly in love with, quickening his pace at the thought.
Ronald had run strait to the location, waiting outside the café and leaning against the railing as he looked out over the river, watching the light play off the ripples. The breeze tussled his hair as it picked up, and a truly content smile curled his lips. His mind couldn’t help but go back to his confession…
It had been a rather grim and wet day, which hadn’t gone well for any member of the dispatch, and taking his lunch early, he had gone for a walk in the rain. He liked the rain, it was calming, and he had no problem with being in it. However, he hadn’t paid any mind to where he was going, watching his white shoes splash on the wet cobblestone—until he walked into a taller figure. William. Towering over him holding an umbrella as he had also taken his lunch break early. From there, they ended up sharing lunch together in the café and an awkward silence somehow gave birth to a rather embarrassingly loud confession on Ronald’s part. He was still unsure as to how it happened; he just knew that it did.
The Café wasn’t just a special place for them…the whole area was his special memory.
Will spotted the blond leaning on the railing over looking the river. Very quietly he walked up behind him, placing his arms around his lover's waist. Resting his chin on the blond's shoulder, he whispered in his ear, "I love watching the sunset here..."
“If we are getting all sappy this evening, then I’d say it’s even more beautiful a thing to watch when you join me.” Ronald responded in a soft tease, his cheeks matching the pink hue of the sky. He didn’t move, only resting his head against Will’s, “But sappy or not, it’s true.” He finally turned around to look at him.
Will captured the blond's lips as he turned around to face him, "I agree..." He whispered against his lover's lips. "The sunset is always beautiful...but being with you here to watch it makes it more..." Will pondered a moment, his gaze glancing heavenward, a smirk on his face.
“…Special?” Ronald asked, “I never took the time to do things like this before…it’s nice.”
"Pleasurable!" Will looked down at the blond in his arms. His hands sliding to his rear, as he caressed it.
Ron jumped again, “W-Will! I can’t believe how you do that in public sometimes! It’s so against your office attitude!” he squeaked.
Will slowly backed the blond up against the railing, "We are in the mortal world, Ron. They are not your co-workers, nor my charges. Down here we are free to be ourselves...no repercussions. He lowered his head once more pressing his lips to the blond's.
“Mmm…” Ron pressed up into the kiss, “Only if…you don’…coun’…mmnh…the human’s shocked looks…hahh…as par’ of that…freedom…” he moaned ito the kiss, gripping William’s lapel as they let their lips mold against each other’s fluently.
Gripping the blond's posterior, Will pressed his groin into his lover's, "I am not sure if I can wait for dessert..." His voice dropping to a seductive tone, as he tugged Ronald's lower lip.
“You’ll have to wait!” The blond blushed, grabbing William’s wrist and pulling it away, “You promised a proper date.” William didn’t always act like this, but every time he did, it threw Ronald off, and the young reaper could never stop his cheeks from flushing. The very idea of William’s high sex-drive turned him into a stuttering mess.
"I did, didn't I?" The dark haired reaper smirked looking down at the blond, his hands reaching up to cup his face, "One more taste before dinner." Will muttered, capturing Ronald's lips once more.
"William!" Grell exclaimed, as he came up on the two lover's kissing. His eyes wide with shock and pain, finding the man he loved more than anything, kissing another. "Who..." he began to ask, as Will stepped back revealing the younger reaper, "Ronnie? I-I don't understand?" He looked up at William, his eyes begging for an answer, his mouth hanging open.
"Grell! What are you doing here?" Will asked surprised, concern over the appearance of the redhead as the dark haired reaper took in the sight of Grell. His crimson locks missing, his clothes appeared to be dripping and he was walking funny. Will looked down to his feet as the redhead approached, one of his shoe heels had broke. "What in the world happened to you?"
The redhead ignored the questions his boss asked, his eyes locked on the blond, still holding onto Will's coat.
“Senpai…your hair…” Ronald said in a low voice. He hadn’t had time to be nervous over being caught as they were, growing concerned over the redhead’s appearance. Letting go of William’s jacket, he stepped forward, as if to help Grell to one of the nearby benches along the riverfront. “Are you okay?”
The redhead didn't protest to the blond's concern. He allowed the young reaper to escort him to the bench; he glanced over his shoulder, to stare at William before turning his head to look at the blond. "Ronnie?" Grell looked at Ronald for answers, searching his eyes. Since the first day the blond had joined the dispatch, Grell had bonded with him; he became a younger brother to the redhead. He had been the one to train Ronald and showed him how to alter his scythe. He had watched out for him, protected him, loved him. He didn't know what exactly he had witnessed between his boss and his adopted brother, but it made him feel, feel as though he had been struck in the heart.
The blond shook his head, reaching up to the now short locks of red, knowing just how much pride Grell had had in his long locks. He had learned the hard way, actually, when he was a new employee and his scythe accidentally took a few inches off the redhead during his first run-in with a demon while out on a collection with his senior. He had suffered Grell’s wrath for a month because of it, and the redhead still brought it up once in a while when they had a spat or disagreement about something.
Ron sighed, sitting next to him, “Please just tell me if you are hurt or okay…Will and I could help you to the infirmary if needed…”
The redhead just stared at the blond, words seeming to allude him. He looked away from the blond, back over to William and then back to Ronald, trying to grasp what he saw. "Whaa..?" Grell let himself fall over into Ronald's arms, his head resting on his shoulder. "Angel...Coat...Cleo...Shirt...Undertaker...Corpses...Sebastian...Water...Hair...Shoe..." He mumbled the list of events.
“Senpai..?” Ronald frowned, not liking how the older reaper was responding to him. He took hold of his gloved hands, growing alarmed at how cold they seemed and how much the other was trembling, “Did that demon do all this to you? Will!” he called over his shoulder to his lover, “I think he’s in shock. Let’s get him inside!”
"Here let me have him." William insisted, as he scooped the redhead into his arms. The cafe was not far from William's home, they decided to take him there. Hoping a warm fire and warm dry clothes would help their fellow reaper recover from what ever had happened to him over the course of the day.
Grell felt his body being lifted off the bench, his head coming to rest on the shoulder of the man he was madly in love with. He let William carry him, closing his eyes, his body shaking.
Ronald followed closely behind, and when they reached William’s flat, he hurried forward, slipping his hand in William’s pocket to grab his keys, opening the door for Will. As soon as they were inside, he dropped the keys in a bowl near the door where William normally kept them, closed the door and hurried to the bedroom to retrieve something clean and dry for the redhead to borrow; opting for something comfortable, rather than practical, he chose a pair of William’s blue and white striped pajamas. He, himself, didn’t have any pajamas at Will’s apartment, as he always slept in the nude weather they engaged in each other sexually or not. He just found it most comfortable that way.
Will carefully lay the redhead down on the sofa, leaving him to start a fire in the fire place. Spring had arrived in London, but the nights were still quite cold and with the redhead in shock, he would need the warmth. Will looked up as Ronald reentered the living room. "I believe a warm bath would be good for him. It would help with him being in shock and I am sorry to say this...but he looks as though he was dragged through the gutters." He suggested lighting the kindling in the hearth. "I will carry him in for you...help you get him into the bath...if you could handle bathing him? Also remove him from the tub. I will fix dinner, while you bathe him."
Ronald nodded, “That’s fine. As long as you know that if he snaps out of it and freaks out over it, I’m blaming you.” He said, trying to lighten the mood a little, flashing a small smile. He slipped into the bathroom and set the pajamas down before starting to draw a bath for the redhead in the large porcelain tub.
With fire stoked and burning brightly, William got up, walked over to the sofa and scooped Grell back in to his arms and carried him into the bathroom. "I am sure he will enjoy the pampering if he 'snaps' out of it. This is Grell we are talking about. He’d, I would assume, appreciate being cleaned up." Will chuckled, sitting the redhead down on the stool, where Ronald and himself began to peel the dirty clothing from the redhead's body.
“But he is also a ‘Lady’, so it is hard to know how he’ll react.” Ron shrugged, adding bubbles to the hot bath-waters, “Okay, lets get him in the tub.”
Carefully Will lifted the naked crimson reaper into the warm bubble bath, laying his head against the back of the tub. Ron had been thoughtful enough to lay a towel down for his head to rest on. "I will go fix dinner now and leave you to bathe. Call me when you are ready for him to be removed." Placing a hand on the blond's shoulder, he looked down at his lover before leaving the bathroom.
Grell let out a slight moan, as the warm water began to seep into his skin, warming his body, his eyes opening slightly. "Ronnie?" he whispered.
Ronald picked up a washcloth and began to wash the dirt from Grell’s face first, then moved down his neck and shoulders, “Yes?” he asked gently.
The redhead shot up, turning to face the blond, grabbing his hands. "Ronnie...!Oh Gods! Ronnie it’s you!" Grell threw his arms around the blond, he began to cry.
“Wh-what..?” Ronald asked, startled slightly, but he hugged him, comfortingly, not caring that his own clothes were getting wet, “Grell…what happened to you?”
"Everything..." he sobbed, "Everything..." Grell looked up at Ronald, his arms still around the blond's neck. "I-I lost a soul to an angel...an-and...it tore my coat...my red coat. Then Cleo..." He whimpered at the memory of finding her body. His arms sliding from around the young reaper's neck, he looked down at his hands, "She's gone Ronnie...my baby...is gone..." The tears came rushing from his eyes, he dropped his head into his hands and sat there; weeping.
“Cleo..? Oh! Your cat…” Ronald recalled. He had gone to Grell’s place once. Having been too drunk to get home himself, and Grell had found him and set him up on the couch. He met the cat the next morning when he awoke to her curled up on his stomach. “Oh, Grell…I’m so sorry…” He pushed the chopped hair from the older reaper’s face.
"Then I was late to the—hic!—next reap. The body it-it had been already removed to the mortician's and that old kook...he made me play hide and seek for the body." He looked up at Ronald, "Sebastian showed up and saved the man's life, stealing him away so I couldn't reap his soul. He cu-cut-cut my hair..." Another big sob taking him over, "My hair...Ronnie..." Throwing his arms around the blond once more, he cried into his shoulder, getting bubbles all over him.
“Senpai…” again, Ronald held the redhead, trying to comfort him. It sounded like he had the worst day possible that anyone could suffer, “It’ll be okay, Grell…I promise. Things will get better—your hair will grow back eventually…”
Grell pulled back once more, tear stained trails running down his cheeks, "What were you doing with William? When I found you?" He asked sniffling, his hands resting, gently on the blond's shoulders.
Ronald was quiet for a long moment. William, understandably, didn’t want coworkers to know. Gossip decreased productivity, after all, and the idea that William of all people had a lover…a lover whom everyone thought was strait and was the office flirt…well, it was news that would halt everything in the department should word get out. But, this was Grell, after all…he was like a sister to him…and though he knew the redhead had a thing for Will, he also thought that Grell wasn’t all that serious about it with how much he hung off of other men he found attractive…surely Grell would understand…
Taking a deep breath, he spoke; “Will and I…were on a date. I’m sorry we never told you before, but we have been seeing each other for about a month now.”
Grell pulled back away from the Blond, as far back to the other side of the tub as he could go. Turning his head away from the reaper he called friend and brother, "No...no that can't be!" His voice becoming shrilly, "Not my William!" His heart feeling like it was being ripped apart, his hope of true love slipping through his fingers.
“G-Grell…I’m sorry…I never meant to heart you…and that’s why I won’t lie about it…I…I’ve liked him as long as I have known him, but you liked him too…I…confessed by accident…I’m sorry. But you forgive me, right?” he asked reaching out towards him.
The redhead flinched away, feeling betrayed by the two men he loved the most in the world. He reached up covering his hands over his ears, "D-don't apologize and say you accidentally confessed...Y-you...knew how much I love him an-and you never said anything. You never said you liked him as well. Even after everything, Ron, I confessed to you. How could you?" Before the blond could say anything else, the redhead ducked under the water, laying flat on his back the bubbles floating above his head, wishing he could drown.
“GRELL!” Ronald lunged forward, reaching into the warm bath and grabbing the redhead’s shoulders, pulling him up, and loosing his balance on the edge of the tub where he’d been sitting, and falling in, fully clothed, his butt landing between Grell’s bared legs.
William heard Ronald yell, leaving the stove, dropping the spoon in his hands, he took off running for the bathroom, "Ron?" He hollered as he entered the bedroom, before reaching the bathroom. "What happened?" He asked, breathing a sigh of relief, seeing Ron in the tub with the redhead, holding the red reaper’s shoulders and looking back up at him.
Grell turned his face to the dark-headed reaper as he entered the room, "YOU!" He snapped, "How could you?"
"What do you mean how could I? What's going on in here? Ronald? Grell?" He looked accusingly at the two reapers sitting in the bath tub.
Without a word the redhead snarled, lunging towards Will, the only thing stopping him from grabbing ahold of the dark haired reaper, were Ronald's hands that slid down his slippery body before they found a grip on his hips, holding him back.
“Grell! Calm down! Please!” Ronald pleaded, sloshing around in the soapy water as he held the slick redhead back, his arms moving around his waist to get a better grip. His eyes went to William, “He…found out about us…”
Giving up Grell flopped back down in the tub, turning away from both reapers. He hung his head down, over his crossed arms, as they rested on the back of the tub and started to cry once more.
"You told him?" Will asked, looking down at the redhead. "Grell? Look at me…" He crouched down next to the tub, so as not to be looming over the hurt reaper. But the redhead refused to look up.
“…He caught us kissing.” Ron reminded him, “And he asked…I couldn’t lie…” he moved to get out of the tub, his suit soaked and dripping all over the floor.
Will reached a hand out to the blond, helping him from the tub. Sighing, he adjusted his glasses, as he looked back over at the redhead. "I need to get back to the stove." He turned to face Ron once more, "Will you be alright with him alone?" He inquired, a bit afraid to leave the two alone again.
Ron nodded, “If Senpai doesn’t try to drown himself again…” he muttered before remembering that reapers couldn’t die that way. It was something he easily forgot as he had a fear of being submerged. It was a deep-rooted fear that came from his human childhood, when he’d almost drowned.
"All right call me if you need anything." Will returned to the kitchen to finish, while Ronald continued to look after the redhead.
"I want to die...nobody wants me..." Grell mumbled to himself.
Stripping out of most of his wet clothes, and keeping on only his pants for decency’s sake, Ronald settled behind Grell again and started to wash his hair, “That’s not true, Grell…You’re like my sister, it’d kill me if you were to die.”
Grell sat still, allowing the blond to wash what was left of his beautiful locks, but hearing Ronald's words made him look up at the blond. "You're just saying that...you don't really mean that." He huffed, crossing his arms across his chest, looking forward, pouting like a bratty child. A child that was use to getting their way and being denied there heart's desire.
“But I do.” He sighed, “I know your day has been…dreadful, but don’t you dare think it’s the end of the world. You have people who love you, Grell.”
"I have no one...not even my cat anymore." He looked back up at Ronald, "What am I to do? I have no one to curl up with at night. I've loved Will sense forever..." He sniffled trying to keep from crying again, despite the tears building in his eyes.
There is someone for you, I know it.” He said gently, “And I know Will loves you, too, Grell. He told me he sees you as his best friend.”
"No there is not!" he dropped his hands splashing the water, as he ranted, "I am always alone and annoying. And you? Why didn't you come to me and tell me you were developing feelings for Will?" He questioned the blond.
“I was trying to deny such feelings for him existed…that’s why I always flirted with the secretaries.”
Grell placed his hands over Ronald's wrists, "But you should have told me...You knew how I felt." letting go of the blond, "It would have been better than finding out today. Easier to accept," he whispered.
“I’m sorry…” he whispered, rinsing out Grell’s hair, “You can slap me if you want…” he said, not wanting to stress out Grell by trying to make him see that he never told Grell because he had been half in denial about his feelings, given the knowledge of the redhead’s day.
"Well I wish you had come to me..." he huffed as he stood in the bath taking the towel from the blond, as he handed it to him. He wrapped it around his body and rung out what he could, of his now, short hair. Taking Ronald's pre-offered hand he climbed from the tub and onto the cold floor. "And I should slap you...but I won't." He said pouting, he slid his hands around Ronald's waist, laying his head against his shoulder, hugging the young reaper. "I forgive you...this time..."
Ronald’s cheeks darkened to a soft pink as the nude redhead hugged him, but he slid his arms around him, regardless, keeping them higher up his back, “Thanks, senpai…” he offered him a smile before pulling away, “Here, you can use these…They are Will’s so they may be a bit big on you, but they should be warm and comfortable.” He reached out for the pajamas and offered them to the redhead, glancing up at the uneven locks of red, “Maybe Will can help with your hair after we eat…”
Grell shook his head as he took the pajamas from the blond's hands. "Thank you Ronnie...I will be alright by myself to get dressed. I will be out in a minute. You need to get dried yourself." His eyes looking downcast as he spoke quietly, the normal twinkle that always shined in his eyes, doused, by the events of the day. He walked over to the stool, taking a seat and unfolded the pajamas in his hands.
“If you’re sure.” He said, grabbing a towel and slowly making his way to the bedroom, drying himself off and peeling out of his soaked pants with difficulty. He then slipped int one of William’s shirts, finding that Williams other pajamas were probably being cleaned, as he couldn’t find them. So, he opted for a pair of his own boxers under the slightly oversized shirt for decency’s sake. Hanging his clothes to dry, he headed back out to join William and Grell. “Will, you don’t have any more clean pairs of pajamas.”
Will looked over his shoulder at the blond, "I have a couple of other pairs. Here take over and I will go find them." Handing the spoon, he was stirring the soup with to Ronald, before ducking back into his room. He bent down and reached under the bed pulling out a box, removing the lid he pulled out a brand new pair of pajamas for Ron to wear. He decided to change for the evening himself, since everyone else was in the comfy clothing. He peeled the remaining parts of his suit and slipped on his favorite pajama set, the set he wore nearly every night.
“You might want to hurry back, Will!” Ronald called after him, “Remember last time you thought I could handle the kitchen for a bit? I ruined our breakfast!” he reminded him, holding the spoon like it’d explode at any second.
"Here give me that…" Grell ordered, taking the spoon from the blond, "I would like to be able to eat something tonight, before I sleep." He began to stir the soup, "You get the bowls and the glasses...and don't forget spoons."
“Thanks, Grell-senpai.” Ronald smiled at him, choosing to try to keep the mood light and enjoyable, he gathered the dishes and set the table.
Will walked back into the kitchen, finding the redhead at the stove, he glanced at the blond. He mouthed the question written in his eyes, 'Why is he at the stove?' “...Ronald I left a pair of pajamas on the bed for you. That is if you would like to put something warmer on...?" He informed his lover.
Ronald nodded, setting out the glasses, “Thanks, Will.” He walked over, pressing a kiss to his cheek before whispering, “He can cook, I can set things on fire.” And then he hurried into the bedroom to change yet again.
"Grell...umm I can take over...that is if you would like to rest..?" Will inquired cautiously, as he walked up alongside the redhead.
Grell looked up at Will, "Why didn't you tell me?" He asked, tears pricking his eyes. His hand continued to stir the soup, his eyes searching the dark haired reaper's. "Did you even tell him?"
Ronald finished getting in the pajamas, pulling the tie tight so they wouldn’t fall from his slender hips, and quietly padded back towards the kitchen, pausing at the hearth to adjust the logs. But, upon hearing Grell’s question, he paused just around the wall of the archway to the kitchen, his curiosity too great to risk interrupting the conversation that had sparked upon his leave.
"Why would I tell him Grell? That was ages ago," he stated back, pulling a serving bowl down from the cupboard.
"Did that night really mean nothing to you?" The redhead asked, a tear slithering down his cheek.
Will reached out and wiped the tear away, "I never said it meant nothing to me Grell...We both know it would have never worked out."
Grell closed his eyes, the feel of Will's thumb rubbing across his cheek, he cherished each touch the man had ever bestowed on him, great or small, he loved each one.
Ronald stepped into the room after a moment of silence, “…It started raining.” He said, pointing to the window, “Grell’s staying tonight, right?” he said, avoiding the subject of what he overheard. He had plans to bring it up with William later—in privet, but not when Grell could hear. He didn’t care if they had been together in the past, it was the past, after all…but if he said that out loud, it may have upset Grell.
Both Grell and William looked to the window. Will nodded, clearing his throat, "Yes Grell you really aught to just stay the night. You obviously have had a terrible day and it would be no trouble for you to sleep here." He slid the spoon from the redhead's hand and poured the soup into the serving bowl.
Grell looked back up at Will as he took the spoon from him, then turned to look at the blond, "I do not want to impose." He said has he sat down at the table.
“If you think I’m going to let you go out in that rain after we got you warm and clean, think again!” Ron said firmly, “Come now, have a seat and we can have dinner.”
"If you do not mind...then I shall stay." The redhead confirmed as he tore a slice of bread in half.
Will brought over the bowl of soup and served the other two reapers before himself. "How does it taste?" he asked trying to liven the mood in the room.
Ronald smiled at his lover as the man dug into his own meal, “Perfect…as expected of your cooking when I don’t get involved.” He teased, sliding his bare foot along Will’s leg under the table.
Will, gave a slight jump at the feel of Ron's foot, but opted to smile back at his lover. His smile held a promise that retribution would be paid back dearly for the foot slippig up, under his pajama leg. He looked as casually as possible over to the redhead, "And you Grell...is the soup to your liking?"
"Umm...yes...thank you Will and you as well Ronnie...for everything and the soup is very delicious," acknowledging both reapers, as he continued to enjoy the warmth of the soup sliding down his throat.
Ronald smiled at the redhead and picked up his glass to take a sip of the juice inside.
The three sat and enjoyed the warm soup, as the rain splattered against the windows. The fire blazing in the living room warming the flat. Though there was little conversation, there was neither an awkwardness to the atmosphere. There was a sense of togetherness, family, as they sat at the little table, in the kitchen, of William's flat.
"Sounds like the rain is picking up." Will spoke, hearing the heaven's open up, as the rain began to come down in torrents. "I am glad that none of us to be out in this weather tonight." He smiled, looking at Ronald, then Grell.
Ronald slid his foot further up Will’s leg in response before finishing his bowel and standing up, “I’ll get the couch ready for Grell.” He said, rinsing of his dishes at the sink and leaving to find Grell a pillow and blanket.
"I am sorry Will...I do not mean to be in the way...but I appreciate you allowing me to stay here for the night." The redhead rose, carrying his dishes to the sink.
"No need to apologize Grell. You are a friend and I would never think of turning a friend out when they are in need." He responded in kind, as he stood clearing his dishes and placing them in the sink. He walked back to the table and picked up the bowl of soup, placing a lid over the top of it, he opened the ice box and put it away for the night. "Leave the dishes for tonight. Ron and I are off tomorrow...we shall take care of them then." He insisted, motioning to the redhead, "Come on...we have all had a rough evening. I think we should get some rest."