The kidnapping of Grell Sutcliffe

Chapter 7

"I would die to save you."

Grell's eyes sparkled at the demon's words, biting his lip to hold back a wide smile which came on his face anyway.

"It's a good thing we're both hard to kill." The reaper said, chuckling quietly.

Sebastian smiled down at the reaper, taking his hand as he lead him back to the dining room, where half of the food had already been eaten by the hungry humans.

Grell sat back down, and started eating himself.

"Grell-san?" Finny asked from opposite the reaper.

Grell looked up from inhaling his food, chewing the meat that was in his mouth and swallowing before replying, "Yes?"

"Who was that man?"

"U-Umm-"

"He was a Reaper." Ciel stated calmly, not fazed when the three staff all gasped loudly.

"What?"

"A reaper?"

"What the hell?"

"Yes, a reaper. Or a Shinigami. I suppose, considering Grell is going to be living here you all should know the truth. Reapers, demons, angels...everything like that you thought were stuff of legend? They're all true. In fact, two of which are in this room right now." Ciel explained as both Grell and Sebastian froze.

Mey-rin frowned, looking at Sebastian. "So...Sebastian-san's an Angel?"

Ciel chuckled, "Quite the opposite. He is a demon. I made a contract with him when my parent's died to get revenge on the people who killed them. We also act as the Queen's guard dog, so to speak, and solve and kill every case that threatens London. As for the contract, Sebastian has to do everything I order him to do, and in return, when I get my revenge, Sebastian will eat my soul."

"What?!"

"Your soul?!"

"But...Master!"

"Calm down. I made the contract, not Sebastian. I accepted my own fate. Now Grell-" He looked at the reaper, who was trying to make himself look as small as possible. "Grell Sutcliffe is a reaper. His job was to reap and collect souls of the dead and dying and report back to the Shinigami Realm. That man was Grell's superior, William. T. Spears, who came here to find Grell because he went missing for a year. That's the reason I had Sebastian take him back here, because he needs to heal. But now, I'm sure Grell is not welcome back at the Dispatch, so has come to live here."

There was a beats silence, before the air was suddenly filled with three servants shouting over each other.

Ciel and Sebastian let them shout, and after about a minute, everyone calmed down, having got everything out of their system.

"Finished?" Sebastian asked with a smile.

The three nodded, going back to eating dinner.

After dinner, and the servants going into another uproar when Ciel and Sebastian showed them their seals, Ciel escorted himself to bed, having had quite an eventful day and Sebastian walked Grell back to his quarters.

They walked in silence, Sebastian glancing at the reaper every minute or so. Finally, he had had enough of Grell's sad expression.

"Grell, what is bothering you?"

Grell glanced sideways and sighed, "I don't understand why you are all being so nice. I mean, a year ago you would have literally thrown me out of the mansion, threatening to kill me if I ever returned and now..." He took a deep breath in and out, "...Now I'm allowed to live here as part of the family...what have I done to deserve all of this because...I can't see it-" He kept his head low, tears escaping his eyes and falling onto his ripped shirt. Thanks to his reaper healing, his wounds had dulled down to red scars. Sebastian stopped the reaper in the darkened corridor to make Grell face him.

"Look. Even if you hadn't disappeared for a year, if you protected the people of this Manor like you did earlier...the outcome would have been exactly the same. None of us actually gave up the time to get to know you. If we did before, we would have all seen how...amazing you are. How passionate, intelligent and helpful you are."

Grell stared up at Sebastian with wide, teary eyes, but he was crying for a totally different reason. "You...You mean it, Sebastian?"

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't, Grell. And it's because of all the things I've just said that you deserve to be here. You've been without someone who cares about you for too long, Grell."

"You...You...care about me?" Grell whispered, afraid of the answer.

Instead of speaking, Sebastian did what only felt right at that time. He slowly leaned down, lifting Grell's chin up to softly press their lips together.

"Yes, I care about you, Grell."