Just A Little Smile? (Grell Sutcliff/ A BlackButler FanFic)

Chapter 5~ An Old Friend

Grell’s V.O.T.S
    I opened one eyes wide enough to see through them but closed enough to make it look like they weren't open. Maige had a blanket in her hands and tossed it over me. The color was repugnant but warm. It even smelled like she had just cleaned it.
        “Night, tomato head” she whispered, yawning and making her way to her bedroom. She was in a rather short nightgown, it stopped just five inches above her knees. I heard her give a deep sigh and then a plopping noise flew softly through the apartment. She began to hum a strange yet familiar melody. Hmmm...should I go and lecture her now? Or wait? Maybe change her bandages?
                Oh what do I care!? She gave me a nickname like ‘tomato head’! Though still. Now would be the best time to kill her~! Mmh, to see all this purple replaced with red~! Oh how gorgeous it will be~! I flung the purple blanket off of me and stood. Heading to her bedroom with utter happiness to see all this purple to be covered in red in less than a few minutes.
        The door creaked open as I brought out my chainsaw and revved it up. “Nightie night sweetie-pie~!” I cheered.

Maige’s V.O.T.S
    I looked up from my diary. Fear striking me like lightning as I dropped my feather pen. “W-what?” I stuttered. He’s finally going to kill me? He stopped. Staring intently at the journal in my hands.     “How wonderful~!” he tossed the chainsaw to the ground and ran over, grabbing my diary. “H-hey!!!” I shrieked trying to grab it.
    “Dear diary~! I had blacked out again, thankfully that gorgeous red head saved me!” he said, changing the words as he read. “Th-that's not even what's written tomato head!” I yelled pounding on his back. He laughed happily. “Okay, okay, I’ll read it as it is~!” he pat my head. “Don’t r-read it at all!” I stammered trying to grab the journal.
            “Don’t you trust me?” he said in fake hurt. “You just came in here to kill me” I reasoned. “True, but I did save your life. You owe me” he smirked. I flinched and sat on the bed. In defeat I bowed my head, “O-okay”, he’s gonna read about the other Grell, that cute butler.

    He cleared his throat and started off where he had left off.
“I owe him for that. Though he still plans on killing me which should be rather obvious. Damned tomato head! I wish we had never met….well...at least there’s work and what not. Which reminds me; I met a cute butler today at my part-time job as a maid! He was outrageously nice unlike that fucking rat in a disguise.” Grell was glaring at me every time he ended a sentence. I’m gonna burn that journal later, I thought angrily.
        “His name is also Grell. Just like that murderer. Thankfully, though, this butler with the same name seems nice. And normal. Its so strange how he nice he was being. I hate myself for thinking he was like tomato head...how rude can that be? He probably thinks I have a stuttering problem because I couldn't stop stuttering! I felt so embarrassed. He was so handsome. Grr. Damn it! I can’t get him off my mind! He’s the first person to treat me like I could smile!” Grell handed it over. I didn't get to finish since he busted in.
                “So you got a crush?” he teased poking my shoulder. I went red in the face. “Y-yes! And he’s c-cute! Nice and just adorable. Oh god. Grell he was absolutely perfect!” I fell backwards onto my bed, giggling with thoughts of the butler. “I hope his mistress visits more often~! I think I’m in love~!” I swung my feet as they hung off the side of the bed. My heart pounding.

Grell’s V.O.T.S
    EW, EW, EW, EEEEEWWWW!!!!! She has a crush on my disguise! Gross! Just gross! I can’t stand hearing her say such nice things about me in such a cheery tone. Its revolting coming from her! Though I swear she was smiling I could see just a frown and red cheeks.
        Suddenly she stopped acting love sick and sighed. Looking at the ceiling with sudden sorrow. “But…” she trailed off. “But~?” I asked happily while internally gagging. “We cannot be. For I am to busy with work. I’m married to it” she said dramatically getting to her feet. “There is nothing more important than working! I’ll work myself to death, I must!” she said putting a hand to her heart and striking a pose. This was unusually uncharacteristic of her from what I have gathered about her.
                She then looked out her bedroom window and extended her hand to it. “Oh how the moon is so lonely like moi! It may be surrounded by the beauty of the masquerading stars but she is forever alone in her universe! Not a soul able to distract her from her work accept the planets. But there is only one planet she has her eyes on. And that is Earth~!” I love how passionate she is about this. Really I like this side of her.
        “Ooh~! Please do go on~!” I clapped. Maige looked at me. Her cheeks tinted my favorite color. “No. Sorry that was odd for me. Forgive my weird behavior” she bowed slightly and sat on her bed again. I joined her and frowned. “Oh please! Sweetie-pie that was absolutely magnificent~! You were so passionate I thought you were someone else~!” I smiled putting an arm around her shoulder. Ew, I’m touching it.
    “No. Please just forget I did that. Its not right for a lady to act so carefree. She must be dignified and poise.” she removed my hand and crawled to the top of the bed. Hiding under the purple sheets.
        How can she just toss what she did aside? That was wonderfully passionate! “Wait a minute! YOU’D WORK YOURSELF TO DEATH?” I snapped putting my hands on my hips. “Its all I can do...if I take a break I could lose my apartment. I could lose my job. I hate not working. I’m a classical workaholic.” she responded. Her words distant. Yet I hated how matter-of-fact she sounded. It was….morbid some how.
                “Don’t. Its not healthy” and just to prove my point she coughed twice.
    “Y-you’re wrong. I’m healthy” she said defiantly. I patted her foot, which was near me, and stood. “Get some rest. I’ll kill you another time. Anyway- that butler might be into the passionate type” I said as I walked out. Why am I giving advice to her about me? I wondered. Leaving to go bother Sebas-chan~!