I Promise You ( Grelliam / Kuroshitsuji / Black Butler Fan Fic / Grell Sutcliff x William T. Spears )

Three

Finally. It is 9:30pm, the end of Grell's shift. He prances out of his office and skips down the hall. Its the typical way he leaves when his shift is over. He bounces out of the Dispatch building and walks home in the dark. Grell bends down and scoops up a handful of snow and continues walking. He starts to eat the snow and takes in a deep breath of the winter air.

The red reaper finally reaches his small house. It is highly obvious its his. His house is a bright scarlet red all over and a black door. All the neighborhood has plain white houses, then there's Grell Sutcliff's house. He smiles and walks to the front door. The red head searches his jacket pockets, but doesn't find his keys. He then searches his pants pockets. Still nothing. He checks his heeled boots. Empty, except for a picture of William in one boot, and one of Sebastian in the other. Grell smiles and kisses each photo before putting each back in their designated boot. The cold reaper sighs, then tries the back door, but still no success. Every window is locked. There is no way he'll be sleeping inside tonight. Grell looks around for a spot on his property to settle for the night.

"What in God's right name are you doing up there?" A voice asks, a little tiny bit louder than normal. Grell looks around quickly, then falls off the roof of his house. Luckily, there is some snow on the ground, so it somewhat comforts his fall. He lifts his head from the snow he fell face first into to see none other than William T. Spears standing on the other side of the black an red pattern picket fence surrounding Grell's property. "WILL!? What are you doing here?!" Grell slightly yells, completely surprised at the appearance of the man in front of his property. William pushes his spectacles up over the bridge of his nose with one of the ends of his scythe. "You had neglected to pick up some paperwork before leaving, so naturally, I was stuck with bringing the paperwork over since I'm the only one that stays so late working overtime." The emotionless man says. The snow covered redhead rises to his feet.

"Now, will you answer my previous question I had asked before you foolishly fell from your roof?" He continues. "Hmm? Oh! Yeah, I was just star gazing and you startled me!" Grell says, looking up at the sky. "Okay then. Well, here is your paperwork. Please do get it done, Grell Sutcliff." William says, handing the folder to the red man on the other side of the gut height picket fence. Grell takes the folder of paperwork and gives William a slight smile. "Oh and do go inside soon, also. If you get sick, it will land me with even more unpaid overtime." William says, pushing his glasses up again with his scythe, then turning and walking away to go to his own home. William is about one house away from where Grell lives, when he turns around to look back at his coworker. The redhead was once again on his roof, papers in hand.

"Grell." William says with a sigh, loud enough for Grell to hear and sit up.