My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Fifty-Six: Ginti

Someone dressed as a bartender, walked into Svante and slammed his hands down on the counter. Decim didn't flinch or react in any way. He already knew why this guy was here. The male with the weird eyebrows glared at him. Shizuo wasn't the only one with anger issues it seemed.

"What the hell are you still doing working here?!" the male yelled. 

"Izaya and Shizuo aren't back yet. I have not heard from them," Decim replied. He didn't really have any need to go back and work for Quindecim. His wife was dead, the place only brought him pain. He had hoped that the married couple would let him stay once they returned but the two hadn't returned, so he couldn't ask them. Decim almost wished they wouldn't come back, that way he would never have to leave. However, the regulars here were starting to miss Svante's original bartender. Decim couldn't stay for much longer, without starting some sort of riot.

"Don't give me that!" He didn't care about Decim and his grief, he just wanted the guy to go back to where he belonged. To go back to being in the place where they could be together. His unrequited love had been the best and worst part of his life. He had been there when Decim fell in-love with someone else, he had been there when that someone else died. Now was his final chance to confess, before another individual snatched Decim away, for the second time.

"Who is the angry tomato?" Grell slid into his seat and pointed to the stranger, who just glared at him. 

"What's with you and your long hair? Are you some sort of trans?"

"Tch," Grell clicked his tongue, already hating this guy. Being fabulous just didn't sit right with some people.

"I apologize on his behalf," Decim spoke, "like I am lacking in emotions, he is overflowing with them."

"I am not!" he growled, slamming his hands down again. The individual was still standing, refusing to sit down. He wanted Decim to leave, he didn't want to sit and chat.

"Oh? I see," Decim continued washing the counter-top, silently wishing this guy would go away. Decim didn't understand what he had done to him, but the male always was mad about something, even moreso when it involved Decim.

"Now that he has brought it up, I am kind of curious," Ronald sat next to Grell, "are you a trans, senpai?"

Grell rolled his eyes, wanting desperately to bang his head against the counter, "not you too McDonald."

Ronald puffed out his cheeks, he was just curious. He thought it would be better to ask outright then to just assume that he was one.

"Firstly, if I answered that question. Would your opinion of me change?" Grell looked to Ronald, not allowing him to answer, "if your answer was 'yes' go sit in the corner and think about what you've done," Grell pointed, "if your answer was 'no' good. Because that is how things should be. Now, if your opinion don't change regardless, then why the fuck do you have to know?"

"So you are one?" Ronald tilted his head to the side confused.

"Dammit Ronald," Grell held his head in is hands. The good thing about William was that he gave zero shits about this kind of thing. If only everyone else was like that too, "I give up," Grell threw his hands in the air, "slap whatever labels you want on me, it isn't going to change nothing. You can't define pure beauty," Grell flipped his hair magically.

"Grell! It has been too long!" a purple-haired guy with absolutely no sense of style ran and hugged Grell. The red-head flinched, wondering if William would somehow sense that from his apartment, that he was hugging someone who wasn't the teacher.

"Shuu!" Grell grinned, "where have you been?! You dropped off the face of the earth! I've missed you!~" he said, deciding to ignore the bad omen.

"I had to leave and visit my family in France, I didn't think it would be so long," Shuu sighed. His eyes lit up, "but I'm back and I can finally see Kuroken once more!" 

Grell smiled, with pity, "so you haven't been told yet?" Grell scratched the back of his neck nervously.

"About what?" Shuu inquired.

"Kuroken is dating a guy named Hideyoshi right now..." 

Shuu heard the words but they didn't quite sink in. Could it be true? That after all this time, Kuroken did fall for a guy? And that guy wasn't Shuu?

The purple-haired male smiled, "is that so? I'm happy for him..." Grell couldn't tell if the smile was fake or genuine. Shuu was hard to read sometimes.

"Ginti, how long are you going to stand there glaring at me? I'm not going to go back to Quindecim," Decim sighed. The male still hadn't left. How much longer would he be there?

"I'm not going to leave until you come too!" he frowned.

"Well you're going to be here for a while then," Izaya walked in and slung and arm around Decim, "because I'm not handing him over," Izaya stuck his tongue out.

"Oi, oi, are you replacing me?" Shizuo crossed his arms. The two were finally back from their (way too long) 'vacation'. 

"Maybe," Izaya snickered.

"Svante only needs one bartender," Shizuo crossed his arms.

"Well I guess you're going to have to go, aren't you?" Izaya smiled. Shizuo frowned, not liking what Izaya was implying.

"You're back!" Grell hugged the two from over the counter. If Alois was here, he would probably join in the hug too. Shuu, taking this wonderful opportunity to be a pervert, slapped Grell's butt since it was there in his face.

"We are," Izaya spoke, "and I would like to officially announce our newest recruit to night Svante, Decim," Izaya gestured to the male. Ginti was oozing hatred at the moment, "oh don't be so grumpy, you can still come by to visit him," Izaya offered.

"It will be a pleasure working with you," Decim bowed slightly, finally feeling like a part of Svante's crew, but anxious about Ginti, who would probably come every night he worked, just to annoy Decim.