A Demon In Ouran? *Hikaru Hitachiin*

Reunion and Apologies pt 2

I demanded, "What are you doing here?" He smirked, revealing his pointy teeth while I gritted mine. 

"Again, you're not happy to see me?" 

"I never am." I snapped. "Apparently so dear. What happened to the old days when you were so nice to me? " Grell replied, walking closer from his stance near the window. "I'm here to address your little problem." He sang, poking me on the forehead. I stammered backward and clutched my head as my vision pulsed and I saw red. "Nngh.."

"Oh, dear!" Grell took me in a hug and I let out another growl, pushing him away. He fell against the bed. "You did this?!" 

"No no no~" The shinigami danced about. "You did, I'm afraid." 

"Stop talking nonsense." I replied, straightening up. He continued. 

"I can tell when a man catches a young girl's heart. Sebby blurted it out to me, about the time your friends came over to visit." 

"I don't know what you're--" I paused. Grell was referring to that night in the manor, the night of master's birthday. Watching him smirk, I asked "Catches a young girl's heart. Who are you referring to?"

 Grell rolled his eyes and scoffed, "That's one thing I don't like about you. Dense innocence--well, dense something." The shinigami put a pale finger under his chin. Seating himself on the bed comfortably he looked around and, to my chagrin, seemed to enjoy my quaint quarters. "You're getting angry, Angela. Sufficiently angry at...the boy? Yourself...? Hm, a little bit of both." Another pulse knocked me off my feet and a whiny noise came from the back of my throat. 

"It's getting worse, isn't it? How do you stop it you ask?" 

"I never asked that." I growled. 

Prancing about to the disturbing beat in my head Grell crouched beside me, mimicking my position on the floor. I've never felt this dolerance since my transformation, even I couldn't take it then. It was pure agony. "Love puts you in a terrible situation dear." His voice echoed in my ear, mixing in with the red and dark in my head. Gesturing his hand as if holding something, Grell moved closer; his breath hitting the hollow of my ear. The whine erupted again, fueling my anger. 

"He has your sights and heart in his hand--theoretically of course." 

"No! Just tell me, how do I stop it?" I felt my voice breaking for once in my two thousand years. It was so foreign to my ears I despised it but was coupled with great desperation. So much so, unbelievably irritating, I felt my eyes water--an abundant waterfall--as I looked at Grell. "Just help me, please."  

In that excruciating moment, Grell stopped and squarely looked at me. His green yellow eyes were frozen with an expression of...sympathy? Empathy it could be? As soon as his smirk left a maternal smile came on his face, and as if my pain would ease, hugged me tightly. The tears still fell when he spoke, 

"Last time I said I wouldn't intrude but in order to see the fun play out, I must do so."

After a tender but  increasingly awkward moment in each other's arms I push Grell away gently. "So, if you'll help me, I would greatly appreciat-ngh!" Grell stood up and walked me to the bed. "I think you should lie down while I explain my impeccable plan!" 

"Go on." I drawled out. 

"I stay here and help you." I rose my brow and managed to raise my head to look at him inquisitevely. "And?" 

With my question he looked absolutely clueless, reminding me of Tamaki-sempai when he shrugs and assumes a nervous countenance. "That's all I planned...heh." I sighed. "Wonderful. I guess we'll have to make due and improvise as we go along." Clearing my throat I grunted while slipping off of the bed. "If I must do everything myself..."