My Fabulous Shinigami (A Grell Fan Fiction)

Chapter 17

(A/N this is Luce... She has brown hair with blue highlights but screw it. Imagine it that way!)

Several people tried to get me out of my apartment, but no one succeeded until Will tried. He walked in, sat on the ground in front of me, and tapped my head. I looked up at him. He didn't look like he was going to try and cheer me up. In fact, he looked like all he had to say was a fact.

"The funeral is today. Come for his sake if no one else's, alright? If you don't want to wear black, I wouldn't blame you." He stood up, starting out the door. He stopped in the doorway, turned to look at me and said, "Grell won't be, either." Then, he was gone. I thought about what he said as I walked to my room. I went to my closet and opened it, pushing everything out of the way to get to dresses. I pulled out a white dress with skinny straps. It was pretty, and give it a dark red sash tied around the waist, and it would be perfect.

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A few hours later, that's exactly what I was wearing. I wore no make-up either. I didn't think it was necessary. I went to the Academy, hoping to find Will there, and I did. He looked like he was waiting for someone. He looked up at me and walked towards me. I guess he was waiting for me.

"So you were listening," Will said as he looked at my dress. I shrugged. "Not speaking?" I glared at him.

"I can speak, I just don't want to, okay?" I snapped at him. He narrowed his eyes slightly, but continued walking. "Sorry, this is just... Awful." I followed him. "Where are we going?" I asked, fixing the red sash.

"Where do you think?" I didn't ask anymore questions. Instead, I quietly followed him to where Ronald Knox was working. "Come on, it's time," Will said, turning away again. With the two of us following after Will, two other Reapers realized what was going on and followed us, as well.

We continued to walk until Will stopped at a big white church. It looked so depressing. No one moved, none of them wanted to look inside. I got impatient and walked ahead of them, walking in. Then I froze. There was Grell, lying in a black coffin. I went to him and smiled a bit. He had red on. In fact, he had his usual outfit on.

"I do~ hope this~ is what he would have~ liked~." I turned around to see Undertaker leaning against one of the pews, smiling a creepy smile. I smile a bit more, tears starting to fall down my face. "Hmm~, I don't think~ Grell would have~ wanted you to cry~ so soon~." He walked over and patted my head. "Do~ try to stay~ cheery~." Then, Undertaker walked out of the church, grabbing a shovel near the door.

Then, it clicked; Grell was dead and he wasn't coming back. I clutched the red velvet lining the coffin, trying my best not to cry.

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The funeral service went how most would, except for the fact that people were confused about all the red around the church. That, and I was glared at for my bright dress. Will told me it would've been fine. The little liar. (a/n immediately thought of pretty little liar x3) I stayed anyway, ignoring the looks. Grell wouldn't have wanted me to wear dull things.

There was a creak and the doors of the church opened, everyone turning to the doors. It was that girl and Sebastian. I remembered Will saying her name; Sophia Shya.

"Sorry I'm late!" She said, smiling. I noticed she had one eye covered by an eye patch, was wearing gloves in this ridiculous heat, and had a slight golden mark on her tongue. She sat in a pew in the back of the church, her face immediately showing boredom. "Why'd we come again, Sebastian?" Sebastian sighed quietly, sitting next to Sophia, quietly replying, "Because Grell Sutcliff was a friend... Of a sort." Sophia smirked. "Not that kind of friend, young mistress." Then, Sophia went silent, waiting for the service to continue.

Will was told to go say a few words and he did, tears falling slowly down his face. He spoke of Grell as if he'd been dead for quite awhile and it agitated me. Then, I was told to come up and say a few words. I stood up, feeling numb and hollow inside. I got up to where I was supposed to stand and opened my mouth to speak. "Grell-" My words came out sounding like I was being choked. I swallowed and tried again. "Grell was-" Tears streamed down my face. I couldn't handle. I tried to murmur, "Excuse me," then I dashed out of the church, crying.

Not too long after, someone found me underneath a willow tree, huddled near a flower bush. I was crying almost hysterically. The person touched my shoulder and I jumped, quickly sitting up. I looked up to see Undertaker.

"At least~ you managed~," he said, plucking flowers from the bush. He put them in my hair, that creepy smile ever present on his face. I managed a small smile. "Now~, come on~. It's time~ for the burial~." I nodded, shaking slightly, standing up. I followed him to the grave, reading the engravement, "Grell Sutcliff, fabulous in death as he was in life." I smiled at this. Grell would have loved it.

Undertaker was the one to bury Grell. Luckily, he had dug the hole earlier so no one had to stand there uncomfortably as he did. It didn't take too long, and when he was done, he leaned on the shovel, sighing and saying, "It's unfortunate~ it wasn't fake~ this time~." Tears streamed down my face. I took one of the flowers out of my hair and put it on the mound of dirt, shaking. I stood up, softly saying, "I love you." Then I started to cry again. Someone put their hand on my shoulder. I turned my head slightly to see who it was. It was Will, his own tears falling to the ground. I opened my mouth to say something to him, but ended up just leaning against him and crying. He let me, his tears soaking the top of my head.

It started to rain lightly, and people started leaving. There was music playing in the church for anyone who wanted to sit and chat or share memories about Grell. The song that had started seemed fit for the moment; "Funeral of Hearts". After it was over, Will tapped my shoulder gently. I looked up at him, my tears long over.

"We should get you home," he said, his voice slightly cracked with emotion. I nodded and he appeared at my apartment door. I opened the door and looked at him.

"Do you... Do you want some coffee or something before you go?" I asked, not wanting to be alone just yet. Will hesitated with his answer, then said, "Alright, I have to go." I let him in, then closed the door behind me. I let out a silent sigh, then went to make the coffee. It didn't take long, and soon, Will and I were sitting on the couch. Will started to talk about memories with Grell, as if that would keep him around longer.

"Thank you, Will," I said suddenly after he finished his coffee. He looked at me, confused.

"What for?" He asked, setting his cup on the coffee table. I shrugged, tears forming in my eyes again. I looked at him and said, "For making me want to be closer with Grell." Will gave me the smallest of smiles; a corner of his mouth came up. He stood up and walked to the door, saying, "Not exactly my choice. You're just stubborn." Without warning, I ran over to him and hugged him before he left. He was shocked, but he hugged back, sighing. "Honestly, so emotional. Please keep these outbursts to a minimum at work next week, alright?" I smiled slightly and nodded. He was joking, of course, but it was still a bit funny to me. After I pulled away from him, he left, leaving me alone.