Grell leaned his head in slowly that deadly smile still on his face...
But you weren't scared....
You were.... excited....
Your lips were so close...
Suddenly you feel Grell's hand get ripped away from your face.
You open your eyes to see Grell getting thrown into a hedge...
And it's being done by Sebastian.
Grell stands and looks up at Sebastian quizzically.
"Bassy? What was that for?" Grell asks standing up and brushing his backside off.
Suddenly out of nowhere a large... extendable pruner... pinned Grell to another hedge.
Your mouth dropped open at the sight of this as your eyes followed the long rod until your gaze landed on a tall man with dark hair and glasses.
He retracted his pruner and used the tip to push up his glasses.
"Grell Sutcliff." He said opening a book and jumping off the column he was standing on and lading in front of Grell.
"You have failed at reaping the souls I assigned you today. As punishment your Death Scythe will be taken away."
Grell's mouth dropped open.
"But, William....again?" Grell asked in a winy tone.
"Yes. Hand it over." William said closing the book.
Grell kissed the blade of his red chainsaw before giving it to William.
William then tossed Grell a pair of tiny twin red scissors.
Grell sighs and snips them.
"Come on, Grell." William says.
When you blink they're gone.
You look at Sebastian, rather confused.
He gives you a death glare.
"I told you not to develop feeling for anyone." Sebastian says rather scarily.
"I don't have feelings for him! Do you think I would've been able to prevent him kissing me?" The lies poured out of your mouth.
You looked up into Sebastian's non believing eyes and ran inside.
You ran past Finny and Bard which ended up catching you by the arm stopping you.
"____, why are you crying?" Finny asks tearing up to.
"I'm not!" You say and break free and run to your room.
You shut and lock the door.
You were horribly upset, scared, and confused all at the same time.
Upset because of Sebastian, scared ALSO because of Sebastian, and confused because of the whole Grell scene outside.
I killed her...
Grell's words echoed in your head and chilled you.
You sat on your bed. The sun was just rising.
You trudged downstairs to start your daily duties.
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Ciel was an absolute wreck and you and no idea why.
Surprisingly he wouldn't talk to you. He only spoke to Sebastian, which, you guessed was normal. But odd...
But ever since that scarlet haired, chainsaw wielding man payed a visit Ciel had been awfully strange.
About now it was noon, which meant you needed to serve Ciel lunch.
When you turned to go ask him what he wanted though, you collided with something hard.
You looked up to see it was Sebastian.
'I will take care of the young masters lunch today. The main hall staircase railings needs to be polished, please see to that immediately." he said and handed you the polish and a rag.
You nodded and went in the main hall.
You began humming while polishing the railing from the bottom up.
About halfway though the front doors burst open.
You turn to the doors to see a man riding on a lawnmower......A LAWNMOWER?
You scream loudly and stumble a bit dropping the rag.
The man landed at the bottom of the staircase ruffling the carpet.
"I'm the reaper, Ronald, to die!" He says winking and giving you a call me sign.
You could feel laughter bubbling up inside you.
"Whaaa-PSHHHHHHHHH! AHHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHHAHHAHAHAHHA!" You exploded doubling over and hugging your stomach.
"What is the meaning of all this!" You heard Ciel yell and start running down the stairs.
You stopped laughing at the sight of him being so angry.
You looked at the man with the lawnmower.
Ronald, he had said in that horrible catchphrase.
He was frowning, but he was still cute.
He was tall, and had blonde hair that was black about halfway down. He was dressed formally.
But his eyes, they were like Grell's, and that William guy with the retractable hedge trimmers.
"I've come in place of Grell sempai!" Ronald said with a cute smile.
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A/N:
So.... how did you guys like this part? I have no idea where I want to go with it... sigh....
