The kidnapping of Grell Sutcliffe

Chapter 5

Sebastian exited the room, searching the entire servant's chambers. He'd smelled no scent of another demon or intruding human in the room so Grell must have left on his own. For some reason, Sebastian felt his heart become heavy at the thought of Grell returning to the Dispatch without even saying goodbye. God, Sebastian, pull it together. You're a demon. You're not meant to feel emotions.

Going up to the main part of the mansion, he entered Ciel's office, finding the teenager writing on some documents. The young man looked up, frowning.

"Sebastian? What is it?"

Sebastian straightened himself up and bowed slightly, "My apologies for barging in, Master, but I was wondering if you have seen Grell recently, he seems to have gotten bored with being in the room and wandered off."

Ciel sighed, smiling slightly as he shook his head. "No, I haven't, but he mustn't have gotten far. He's still injured, I'm fairly sure he can't use his Shinigami Powers to transport himself back to the Dispatch."

Sebastian frowned, he hadn't thought of that. "Again, my apologies, master, I'll search the mansion."

Ciel nodded dismissively and Sebastian left the room, looking in every room as he made his way to the kitchen. Eventually, having asked the entire work force, he found Grell snuggled in a chair in the enormous library, gently chewing the end of his thumb as he read Hamlet.

Sebastian sighed in relief and entered the room, going right up to the reaper. "Grell....Grell? GRELL!"

Grell jumped about a foot on the air, his eyes wide in terror as they turned to the demon, "Oh, Sebastian. I-I'm sorry for wandering off."

Sebastian immediately thought it wasn't a good idea to have shouted, as Grell looked incredibly paranoid, glancing quickly around the library, his hands shaking slightly.

"It's fine. I came to ask if you would like anything to eat? I have made a sandwich but if you are still hungry, you are welcome to eat with the young master in half an hour."

Grell looked up and nodded, "Than-" He started, before remembering Sebastian had told him to stop saying thank you. "I'd like that, Sebastian."

The demon smiled, handing over the sandwich before sitting in the chair next to the one Grell was perched on.

"Hamlet." He said, reaching the spine of the book. "A fan of Shakespeare?"

Grell smiled, gently stroking the cover of the book, "More than just a fan. He was one of the best writers there have ever been. I knew him briefly. He was a very nice man."

Sebastian watched Grell's eyes light up as he talked, seeing the spark that was there before. "I am a big fan of Shakespeare as well, but I never got the privilege to meet him. I wasn't contracted to anyone in the time when he was alive."

Grell glanced at Sebastian with a small smile on his face, "You would have liked him...I actually got to reap his soul when he died. He didn't put up a fight. He accepted it like the gentleman he always was. And the memories he had..." Grell closed his eyes and smiled, recalling the glorious moment when he got to look through Shakespeare's entire life in his cinematic records.

"You're a very lucky reaper..."

Grell's smile faded and his eyes opened, the spark gone from them as he unconsciously touched the bandages around his torso, "I've never been lucky..." He muttered.

Sebastian sighed, "Yes you have. You're one of the best reapers out there. I won't be surprised when you become a legendary Shinigami like The Undertaker."

Grell blushed slightly, gently biting his lip to stop his sharp teeth from cutting the skin. "You're the first person to say that to me. Every other reaper hates me. They probably have all forgotten me by now."