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Office Party	By : zoni Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 3148 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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               The next morning, Grell tiredly made his way into the office. He knew that he looked amazing, as he always did, but on the inside he felt completely miserable. The night before had left him feeling confused and depressed. He walked slowly past all of the other cubicles that lead from the doorway over to his desk. His little sheet of doodles stared up at him from the top of the desk. A chubby Will-shaped cherub hovered over the words ‘my beloved boss’. Giving the paper a weak smile, Grell flipped the paper over and turned to look towards William T. Spears’ desk.

               Grell knew that William was there, but it was nearly impossible to see him behind the mountainous stacks of paper that blocked the view. Why had William left last night? Had their activities really been that... unenjoyable? Grell didn’t think so. In fact, he hadn’t had that much fun with anyone since... well, since he had to go collect souls at the battle of Waterloo. He wasn’t really certain what it was that he had done wrong, but that didn’t change the fact that William had left. That had hurt much worse than he thought it might. Well, there was always the possibility that it had all been a misunderstanding. The best course of action would be to try to apologize.

               Tentatively, Grell walked towards William’s desk. He paused next tot he paperwork and looked at his boss, who sat stock still as he surveyed a reflection report. Grell smiled hopefully. “Will?”

               “Can I help you?” William’s eyes never left the paper in front of him.

               “About last night,” Grell started, “I wanted to--”

               “You should get back to work.”

               “But, I--”

               “You have paperwork that needs to be finished. Good bye.” William put the paper he was reading down and picked up another one, never even turning to look at Grell.

               Grell stared at him. How could William be so cold? After his superior didn’t say anything else, Grell slumped and turned back towards his desk. He sat down in his seat and pulled out some of his own unfinished paperwork. He hated filling out forms; they were so tedious! Having to sit there and fill out all of those little blanks bit by bit as the object of his affection casually ignored him from only a few yards away was incredibly degrading. It didn’t help that all of the paperwork was completely identical. He sighed. Name, date of death, extra notes... why couldn’t they throw in something interesting, like preferred shoe style? Grell looked up at the windows of the offices longingly. Unfortunately, he was only on the second floor. Throwing himself out a window wouldn’t accomplish anything except getting him into more trouble.

               Suddenly, a shadow obscured his view of the windows. Looking up, Grell was greeted by the smiling face of Ronald Knox. “Yo, boss. Looks like you had a rough night. Did you wake up on the wrong side of someone else’s bed or something?”

               “Oh, don’t even say that.” Grell groaned and buried his face in his arms.

               “Ahh,” Ronald’s grin never left his face. “That explains why we were all told off this morning for being out of uniform, then. I should have guessed. Though, to be fair, my tie was a centimeter too far to the right.” Grell let out a weak sob. Ronald sighed. “Well, you know, nothing’s going to get better unless you fix it.”

               “How can I fix it?” Grell said, lifting his head long enough to look up at the blond shinigami. “He won’t even talk to me!”

               “Well, you need to remove the problem. Obviously.”

               “Remove the problem...” Grell’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Ronald!”

               “No problem, boss.” Ronald shrugged. “You owe me lunch in exchange for the advice, though. I’m counting on you!” Turning, he wandered back past the desks and vanished into a hallway.

               Grell watched as the other man left, thinking about what he had said. Remove the problem. Well, what was the problem in the first place? In his mind, Grell tried to picture everything that had happened the night before. Getting William to his apartment had been a breeze, and he was quite certain that absolutely nothing had gone wrong until they had been in the bedroom. William’s hands on him had felt so amazingly good, so that hadn’t been the problem. Off had come the clothing, and... wait. There was something. Perhaps it had been his lack of undergarments. Well, he had already taken care of that, at least. Grell had made sure that particular issue wouldn’t come up again. And, anyway, he didn’t really think that was something to react that badly over.

               After the clothes had come off, things had gone just fine. Really. Well, and then he had asked that question he had been thinking about. Wait, that was it! He had asked if Sebastian would be jealous. That had to be the problem. William had always been stubbornly prudish about things like that. Grell sighed. Well, if the solution was to get rid of the problem then it was pretty obvious what he would have to do. He would have to kill Sebastian.

               Quickly, Grell put everything on his desk into various drawers. He carefully pushed his chair under the desk and walked out of the office. Little did he know that William T. Spears was watching his departure.

               It was easy for Grell to see his target from his position on the rooftop of the Phantomhive manor. At that very moment, Sebastian and his young master were standing out in the middle of the lawn and having a discussion. Grell wasn’t terribly surprised. The lawn was a wreck. The grass was an interestingly crispy-looking shade of brown and a few trees were missing. Or, to be accurate, a few trees were left standing.

               On the lawn in front of him, Sebastian bowed gracefully as Ciel gave him a command. “Yes, my lord.”

               “When Finny gets back with the new trees, see to it that it looks the same - or better - than it did before he destroyed it this time. Order new equipment for him if you need to. I don’t want this to happen again.” Ciel sighed, looking around at the damage.

               “As you wish,” Sebastian said, smiling down at his master. “I take it that you would like to have your afternoon snack in your office.”

               “Yes. Blueberry scones and ice cream.”

               “Is that all you want, my lord?” Sebastian smiled serenely.

               The boy beside him looked up at the butler and glared, blushing. “Shut up, Sebastian.”

               Grell blinked. Why had the brat been blushing? Of course, Grell wished that Sebastian would ask him if he wanted more, but... Grell shook his head, trying to focus. He was here for William, not for Sebastian. He was going to kill Sebastian. But, really, why had the kid been blushing? Was it possible that...? He had always been under the impression that the brat was just Sebastian’s master. Now, he had to consider the possibility that he had completely misunderstood their relationship. His green eyes narrowed thoughtfully.

               “Well, I’m going inside. See to it that nothing else is destroyed today.” Ciel turned to walk inside.

               “Young master.”

               Ciel turned back to look at Sebastian. “What is it?”

               “You have a leaf in your hair.” Sebastian bent over and ran his fingers through Ciel’s hair, removing the offending leaf. Grell’s eyes went wide as he watched the way Sebastian’s fingers trailed gently across Ciel’s face. He had definitely been wrong. And what was worse, they seemed so at ease with one another! It would be wonderful if William would gently remove a leaf from his hair like that. Will had been so sweet the day before. He had been so adorable as he denied how beautiful he was. For a few moments, Grell had been able to see some of the sweetness that he just knew had to be hiding under that cold, calculating exterior. Except, now, Grell figured that William would probably just remove his entire head to solve the leaf problem. It wasn’t fair. Especially with how gentle the two people in front of him were being. Surely, if a demon and his master could have such a wonderful relationship, they had to know something that he didn’t. They knew the secret.

               If that was the case, there was really only one thing to do. He would have to ask Sebastian for advice. Oh, he might still kill him, but he could always do that afterward. Grell watched until the pint sized earl had made his way into the mansion, leaving his butler standing outside alone. Then, Grell hopped off the roof and landed smoothly in the dirt several feet from Sebastian. Happily, he greeted him, “Good morning, Sebas-chan!”

               “You.” The warm expression that Sebastian had on his face vanished completely as he turned to face Grell. Suddenly, the air outside seemed unseasonably chilly. “I am terribly sorry but I don’t have time to play with you today. I would appreciate it if you would vacate the premises.”

               Ignoring that, Grell leaned casually on his chain saw. “You and that br-- kid seem to be pretty close, huh?”

               Sebastian’s eyes narrowed. “What of it?”

               Toeing the dust awkwardly for a moment, Grell tried to think of how to ask the question that he had in mind. It wasn’t as if he’d ever actually had to ask for advice on something like this before. It was embarrassing! Even more so because of who he was having to ask. After a moment, he decided to just come out with it. “How do you two do it?”

               “Excuse me?” If Sebastian had been annoyed before, now he was offended and annoyed. That couldn’t be good.

               “Not like that!” Grell said, realizing his mistake. He waved a hand as if to brush the comment off. “You two have a pretty good relationship going there, Sebas-chan! I am in awe! Please tell me how you do it.”

               For a long moment, Sebastian just stared at him. It was obvious that the demon was debating what course of action to take. He could either kill the shinigami and risk further damage to the garden, or he could try the peaceful way out. Finally, he sighed. “If I give you advice, will you leave? My master would be greatly displeased if any more damage were to occur to the property.”

               “Yes!” Grell stood upright so fast that he nearly knocked his chain saw to the ground. A surge of hope flooded through him. Sebastian was willing to help! “Yes! I will take your advice and then go! Thank you!”

               Sebastian sighed, pressing a hand to his forehead. “What are you wanting to know?”

               “Oh, Sebas-chan! Yesterday was amazing! I woke up in Will’s lap in a closet!” Picking up his chain saw, Grell twirled in a circle and ignored the look of abject confusion on Sebastian’s face. “And then last night, he came up to me in the office! And he was looking at me!” He stopped spinning and sighed dramatically. “He even came back to my apartment with me and we went to the bedroom and--”

               “You can skip that part.” Sebastian put up a hand to stop him from finishing the sentence. Grell didn’t seem to notice, though. He just kept sighing.

               “-- he was amazing! And oh my god, the way he--”

               “Get to the point, if you please.” Sebastian said quickly, cutting off the stream of words.

               Grell’s expression drooped. “... but then, he just left.”

               Sebastian let out a sigh of relief as the rant came to an end. “Why did he leave?”

               “Well, I... sort of asked if he thought you... might be jealous.”

               Sebastian’s eyebrow twitched so hard that his entire body seemed to vibrate. Afraid that Sebastian might have misinterpreted what he said, Grell decided to clarify. “What I meant was that he was so amazing that you would be completely and totally jealous of his--”

               “Trust,” Sebastian said.

               Grell blinked. “Trust?”

               “The key to a strong relationship is trust,” Sebastian said. “The reason that my master and I have such a strong... connection,” he chose his words carefully, “is because we both trust each other completely and understand each other’s motives.”

               “That does make sense...” Grell’s voice grew thoughtful as he considered the demon’s words. “But he won’t even talk to me! All he does is glare at me. And he doesn’t even glare at me. He glares at the plant on the desk behind me.”

               The look on Sebastian’s face suggested that he could understand why William might find the plant more appealing. “You will need to find some way to prove to him that he is the most important thing to you. Reassure him that he has nothing to worry about. Especially where... I am concerned.” His eyebrow twitched again.

               Suddenly, Grell understood exactly what he had to do. “Thank you, Sebas-chan! That’s incredibly helpful. You have no idea how much so!”

               Sebastian sighed. “It’s fine. Now, please just l-”

               “I’ll prove my love by killing you!”

               Sebastian’s eyes flew wide as Grell started up chain saw and flew towards him. The shinigami began swinging wildly, shaving bits of wool off of Sebastian’s jacket. Sebastian ducked and picked up some of the nearby debris that Finny had left behind when he had accidentally destroyed the garden. The bust of Aphrodite went flying harmlessly past Grell as his chainsaw sliced it in two. Sebastian knew that if the fight continued for much longer there would be an increased risk to the grounds. That was unacceptable. Reaching down towards the ground, he picked up the remains of a rose bush and hurled it at the psychotic redhead that was charging at him.

               The brambles hit Grell directly across the chest. The chainsaw revved as it cut through the outward branches of the plant and the bush became lodged directly across Grell’s arms. The thorns clawed at his skin and hair. He began to squeal. “Not my face! Not my face!”

               Sebastian took advantage of Grell’s distraction and pulled the chain saw out of his hands. He easily tossed it over one shoulder and then pulled the rose bush off of the shinigami, taking some hair with it. With his target clear, He raised one foot and stomped Grell into the ground, happily trampling him into the dust. Sebastian smiled happily at the satisfying crunches that came from under his feet. Sighing, he stepped back and went to pick up the chain saw that Grell had been carrying.

               “I have wanted to do this for a very long while.” He lifted the chainsaw and brought it down on Grell. The strike was stopped by the long metal pole that shot out of the air to intercept him. Sebastian looked up and he saw William T. Spears standing on the roof of the Phantomhive mansion. His smile vanished. Sebastian said, “I think you misplaced this.”

               “Grell Sutcliffe,” William said, ignoring Sebastian, “You have neglected your duties as a member of the London collection unit, failed to complete your paperwork in a timely manner and you have vacated the offices without notifying a member of management. It would seem that you once again desire a demotion.” He jumped down from the roof, landing next to where Grell lay twitching on the ground. Turning to Sebastian, he said, “While I do understand the urge, I am afraid I cannot allow you to kill my employee. I am sorry that you had to see such a vulgar display.”

               “Next time, I would like to ask that I please be kept out of your domestic disputes,” Sebastian said pleasantly. “Have a good day.”

               Staring at the demon, William felt his blood run cold. “Mr. Michaelis, might I inquire as to exactly what this incompetent fool has imposed upon you for today?”

               “Oh, that is quite simple,” Sebastian said, dusting off his gloves and looking forlornly at where the rose bush had sat before he had used it as a weapon. He let out a sigh and then turned a sunny smile towards the shinigami next to him. “He came to ask my advice on your relationship. Might I offer my congratulations, by the way.”

               From somewhere on the ground, Grell let out a loud groan. “Will! I was trying to kill him for you! It was all for your sake!”

               “I see.” William’s eyebrow twitched, the only outward sign that any of what Sebastian had said registered. He lifted his hedge shears to adjust his glasses. “Very well.”

               Both shinigami walked towards the Shinigami Dispatch Association offices in silence. Neither one had said a word since they had left the Phantomhive mansion. The silence was deafening to Grell. He felt ashamed at having once more been disgraced in front of William. After all, hadn’t he just been trying to fix things? And yet, somehow, it seemed like he had simply made it worse. He glanced over at taller man next to him. William stared straight forward as they walked, not even bothering to glance over at him. Sighing, Grell said, “Will, I...”

               “Enough. You have already done enough damage. Follow me.”

               They both walked up the length of stairs that lead to the doors into the main offices. Once inside, William lead the way down a little used hallway and opened a door into one of the meeting rooms. Like every other conference room in the building, it was sparsely decorated. A bland wooden table sat in the center with six chairs around it. A few spare chairs were positioned around the walls in case more people than usual attended whatever gathering happened to be in session. The windowless expanse of cream colored walls made the entire room seem suffocatingly small. Grell didn’t need any instruction to know that he had to take a seat.

               Once Grell had taken a seat, William cleared his throat. “Grell Sutcliffe, you are in gross violation of company policy. Explain yourself.”

               “I am sorry, Will. I truly did not mean to cause any more trouble than I already have.” Grell’s expression was uncharacteristically somber as he spoke. “I know you are very angry with me but please believe that I was truly doing all of this with the very best of intentions. I did not want to lose you, too.”

               William listened as Grell spoke. He was confused by the last part of the apology. “What do you mean, ‘too’?”

               “I really didn’t want to kill her, you know.”

               “Who did you kill?” The last thing that he needed to hear was that Grell had killed someone else who wasn’t scheduled to die. It would mean even more paperwork than he was already facing. He had a feeling that he wouldn’t be seeing the top of his desk for weeks as it was.

               Grell glanced up at him for a moment and then resumed staring at the wall. “Madam Red. I loved her. Truly loved her. She was so beautiful, with hair the color of crimson roses. I gave everything I had for her, Will. Everything that I could do, I did. I fawned at her feet and in the end...” He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “I did everything that I could, didn’t I? What more was there that I could have done?” He turned his eyes to look at William once more. “It has been so long and I do not want to lose... someone else that I love. That is why I went, even though I knew it was against regulations. I am sorry for what I said last night. I truly only went to ask him for advice. Well, and to kill him, but he was still alive when we left. I did not wish to offend you. I will take the demotion. I deserve nothing less.”

               Whatever it was that William had been expecting, this wasn’t it. Grell managed to catch the shinigami off guard. He had almost forgotten about that particular indiscretion on Grell’s part. Both the lurid relationship and the deaths that it had lead to. Even so, this was an odd time for the man to mention it. To William, it seemed almost as if Grell was actually talking about him. Surely, Grell couldn’t mean that he cared for him. William had often wondered if the man was even capable of more than only fleeting affection and temporary infatuations. It was commonly accepted by their co-workers that Grell would sleep with anything if it stood still long enough. Few people took into consideration the fact that Grell might actually want something more than that, let alone that he might be capable of more. For some reason, that struck a particularly painful chord inside of William that he wasn’t certain how to react to. He cleared his throat, not wanting to appear distracted. “You say that you only wanted advice, but if that was true then why did you need advice from that demon specifically?”

               Grell looked up at him. “I wanted to show you that you were the most important thing to me, Will. There isn’t enough room in my heart for both of you, so obviously he had to go.”

               “... perhaps you could have found a better solution.” A part of William’s mind was sounding alarm bells. He was getting dangerously close to wandering away from work-related topics. In all honesty, he wasn’t entirely certain that he was still thinking about this conversation in a work-related manner at all. Even if that was the case, he wasn’t nearly as angry with Grell as he had been earlier. Though, it was true that Grell would wind up making him fill out an extra week’s worth of paperwork and log more overtime, he still couldn’t bring himself to be as harsh on the man as he had originally planned. He took a deep breath and pushed his glasses further up on his nose. “For the next week and a half, you will be on internal suspension. You will not be permitted to do any field work. Instead, you will be responsible for the bulk of back paperwork that the housekeeping and inventory department have logged. However--”

               Grell’s eyes grew wide as he listened to what William was saying. That punishment was incredibly lenient, especially coming from him. Maybe there was hope! “Yes, sir! Thank you, Will! Thank you!”

               Hopping up from the chair that he had been sitting in, Grell bounced over to William and held his arms out to give him a hug. In an instant, one of William’s hands fastened on his wrist, bending the arm behind his back. Grell was brought to an abrupt halt only a few inches from William’s face.

               The little warning bells in William’s mind were screaming now. This was the office. This was work. Yet, once more, he found himself in a compromising position. He had grabbed Grell’s arm to stop him. However, holding Grell’s arm behind his back had only pressed the smaller man up against him. There was no avoiding the fact that he was so close that he could see his own reflection in Grell’s eyes. They were captivating. He was so close that all he had to do was tilt his head forward and he would be able to...

               “Will?” Grell’s voice was barely a whisper, but it was enough to pull William out of his thoughts. He let out the breath that he had been holding. He didn’t know how long it had been since he had breathed.

               “I wasn’t finished speaking,” William said. He looked at the door only a few feet to his right. He really should go back to sit at his desk and finish his paperwork. The only thing that he could think about, though, was just how close Grell’s face was and the way that he had looked underneath of him the night before.

               Unaware of the thoughts going through his superior’s mind, Grell blinked up at him. “Oh?” Grell’s tongue darted across his lips, moistening them.

               What had he been about to say? It was too hard for William to think straight while looking into those eyes. Without even meaning to, he began to lean forward towards the man in front of him. Suddenly, he realized that he was about to kiss Grell, right there in the office. “You are dismissed,” William said tersely, dropping Grell’s arm. Grell stepped back and stared at him for a moment before quickly exiting the room. William leaned back against the wall and sank into one of the chairs near the door. It seemed like the entire room was spinning. What was he doing?
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