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One Door Closes	By : stephfarrow94 Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 3516 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One Door Closes
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
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William’s attention was focused solely on his paperwork and he almost didn’t hear his office door opening. Glancing up, ready to tell whoever had come in to leave him alone, he was shocked to find Ronald limping in, covered in blood with tears running down his cheeks.
“Knox?” William didn’t understand why his stomach started twisting at this sight, why he was worried about his subordinate. The fear that he could potentially lose this boy... Standing up, the raven-haired man’s feet lead him towards the Reaper. “Knox, what happened?”
Ronald choked on a sob before he replied, his voice trembling just like his body. “...G-grell... Grell-senpai...”
William’s world stopped at these words; had something happened to Grell...? His hands grabbed frail shoulders as he shook, panic he hadn’t known before consuming him. “What. Happened.”
Tears slipped to the floor beneath them as Ronald shook his head, his words coming out in choked gasps. “...H-he...! S-sebas... He...!”
William didn’t need to hear anymore from the younger before he realised what had happened; Grell had gotten himself into trouble with that Demon again. Without hesitation, William dragged Ronald out of the office and back to the human realm, knowing that he needed help for what he needed to do.
~~Grell~~
Grell was in near hysterics as he cried to Sebastian about Ronald’s disappearance, knowing that he would never be able to cope with life without the cheerful boy there to keep him company. Sebastian was quiet as he listened to the red head ramble on, knowing that the other, with his head buried against his chest, would never see the triumpant smirk painted on his face.
“I’m sure he’ll come back,” Sebastian said, patting the Reaper’s back. “Maybe he just needed some time alone.”
Grell shook his head, his tears coming harder. “No! No, Ronnie’d never do that!”
What had at first seemed like a fun game to Sebastian was now merely an annoyance, not wanting to deal with a crying Grell. It was fun to hurt the smaller man, but having to play along as his ‘friend’ was really beginning to frustrate him.
Not wanting to tolerate the other any longer, he shoved the Shinigami to the ground, a hateful sneer crossing his face.
Grell gasped as he hit the ground, his tear-stained face looking up with a confused expression. His mouth was ajar as his eyes stared wide at the raven. What had just happened...? Had Sebastian... Had Sebastian really just been playing with them all along...?
“...I...” Grell looked down at the ground, not knowing what to say. He knew in his distressed state he would never be able to hold a fight with the Demon, so the best course of action was to try and get away. Crawling backwards along the ground, the redhead tried to put distance between he and Sebastian, hoping he could get out of the Manor in time. “...”
Sebastian just smirked widely, walking fluently towards the anxious male, loving the fear radiating off Grell. “What’s the matter, Grell? Something wrong?”
“...” Turning around, Sutcliff got onto his hands and knees, unable to gather his feet. His body shook as he thought about what the demon could do to him in his helpless state; he knew Sebastian well enough to know that the other was relentless towards others.
Grell didn’t get very far before a powerful foot slammed down on the back of his neck, knocking him to the ground. He struggled against his restraint, the crushing pressure on his neck blurring his vision.
“S-sebby!” Grell gasped, blindly trying to fight the foot off his person. “Sebby, you’re... hurting me...!”
“That’s the point.” Grell had never heard the Demon sound so cold before. “At least I got a bit of enjoyment out of you.”
Grell’s panic rose, blocking the other’s voice from his mind. He could feel himself blacking out but, before oblivion took him, he was conscious of the weight on his neck suddenly lifting seconds before a loud crush resounded around the Manor.
Glancing up, green eyes met what he knew to be William’s Scythe, extended behind him. On closer inspection, he could see it was impaling the demon to the wall behind them, blood dripping down into a puddle beneath the raven.
“W-will...!” Tears slipped down Grell’s cheeks as he noticed the brunet standing by the front door, Undertaker behind him supporting Ronald. As much as he wanted to, he was too scared to approach his fellow Reapers, instead dragging himself towards the bottom of the stair well in a feeble attempt to protect himself.
William did not address his subordinate, speaking instead to Sebastian in a cold voice. “Do not put your filthy hands on him, Demon dog.”
Grell covered his ears as fighting erupted behind him, both verbally and physically, not wanting to know what was happening; it was too much to be involved in this mess in the first place and he didn’t want to see the results.
Before Grell could so much as block out the conflict, a small hand on his shoulder startled him. He jumped and looked up, coming face-to-face with Ronald. The younger seemed just as scared as he was so, without hesitation, he opened his arms and pulled the blond into them, trying to shield his subordinate. He was vaguely aware of the Phantomhive servants standing on the stairwell, watching in confusion the fighting before them.
The redhead was honestly surprised when hands grabbed him and pulled him to his feet, coming to realise the blond cook Bardroy was dragging him up the stairs. He was careful to keep Ronald in his arms as he staggered up the steps behind the cook, needing to get Ronald away from the others. He paid no attention to the servants talking confusedly amongst themselves, focused solely on Ronald’s wellbeing.
The redhead was relieved when he was let into the bedroom Ronald had been staying in, knowing that they would be safe in there. Laying Ronald down on the bed, he pulled the covers over the smaller boy, hugging him before he sat on the bed beside the younger.
“Ronnie...” Grell was glad they were alone; he needed to apologise sincerely to the boy for what he had put him through. “...Ronnie, I... I-I’m so... This is all my fault... I was so stupid... Please, forgive me...”
Grell would never understand why the young Reaper could just look at him and smile as if nothing in the world was wrong. Why could Ronald just forgive him like that? He didn’t deserve love from the younger – he didn’t deserve it from anyone! He was such a bad person, only hurting the ones he cared about.
With those thoughts in mind, Grell cried.
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