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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.

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“Why are you limping, my dear?”
Grell flinched at Undertaker’s query. While he was aware of the questions that would arise from his visit, he was hoping that the elder wouldn’t pry too much into things. It had been only yesterday that William had confronted him in front of the other shinigami and he was still rather hurt.
“…” Grell fought back the tears before he answered. He lied in an attempt to stop the questions that he knew would be asked if he told the truth. “…Ronnie got into a fight with a demon… Had to jump in…”
“Hehehe.” Undertaker giggled before raising a hand and stroking Grell’s cheek. “Young ones these days – so full of energy! Hehehe…”
Grell smiled and leant into the caress. Unlike William, he knew that the Undertaker would never raise a hand against him.
“Does tea and biscuits sound good, m’lady?” Undertaker smiled back.
“Yes.”
Grell whimpered inwardly as the warm hand left his face. He was quite enjoying the comforting friendliness. He watched the mortician get up and head out into the back of his shop, returning only minutes later with tea and biscuits in hand.
“How have things been?” Undertaker grinned as he chewed on his bone-shaped biscuit happily. “You and William still together?”
Grell flinched at his lover’s name. He hoped that Undertaker hadn’t noticed. He chanced a glance towards the grey-haired shinigami’s face, glad to find that the silly smile the elder was so used to donning hadn’t changed.
Grell nodded. “Yes…”
Undertaker tilted his head. “What’s wrong? You’re so quiet.”
Grell gripped his cup tighter as he looked away. “…Everything’s fine… I-I just don’t feel the best…”
“Why not?” Undertaker moved to sit beside the younger Reaper. “You’re usually always happy and making me laugh.”
“…” Grell sighed, trying to think of a lie that would get Undertaker off his back. “…It’s just… That demon hurt Ronnie pretty bad… I-I was just… worried about him…”
Undertaker made a soft noise in the back of his throat. “I’m sure he’s fine. Come now – give me laugh, Grell! You know how I love them!”
Before Grell could reply, the door to Undertaker’s shop opened. The two shinigami glanced up at the small group of people who had just entered.
“Ahh, if it isn’t the Earl Phantomhive…” Undertaker giggled again at the sight of Ciel. “Here for your coffin, are you? Hehehe…”
Ciel just stared at the silver-haired male for a few seconds before his gaze drifted over to Grell. He gave the flamboyant shinigami his usual cold stare. “Why is he here?”
“What, I can’t have friends over for some tea and biscuits?” Undertaker smiled again. “Grell is often here, My Lord.”
Sebastian, who had been standing behind his master, looked over at the red-headed Reaper. He raised an eyebrow.
“And what exactly is wrong with him?” Sebastian couldn’t help but smirk. “Normally, he’d be all over me by now. He hasn’t even spoken a word since our arrival.”
Grell flinched at Sebastian’s voice. True, under normal circumstances he’d be acting like a love-sick puppy, but he just couldn’t bring himself to care much about anything right now – the torture that William had put him through last night was still fresh in his mind.
“He’s fine, of course.” Undertaker laughed. “He just needs some more tea, hehehe!”
Grell couldn’t hold back his tears anymore. He stood up and rushed to the mortician before wrapping his arms tightly around the elder shinigami.
“I need to go…” Grell whispered into the elder’s ear.
Grell pushed his way past Sebastian and Ciel in his haste to get away. He glanced back briefly as he exited the shop. For the first time, he saw a prominent frown on Undertaker’s face.
-XX-
Hours had passed. Grell had spent that time in his tiny apartment that was shared with William, crying his heart out. The way that Sebastian had treated him broke his heart – it made him painfully aware of just how much he was hated. No one cared about him – about his pain.
“I hate my life…” Grell whispered to himself as he laid on the plaid couch in the living room. “I don’t understand… Everything was so good, but… Will… He changed…”
“What are you mumbling about now, Grell?” William’s uncaring voice growled from behind the couch.
Grell whimpered and curled up into a ball. He didn’t answer the elder’s question.
“Don’t you ever ignore me!” William shouted once the front door was safely shut and locked. He stormed over to the couch and shoved Grell off it. “I’ve told you this before! Do not ever ignore me! I am your superior and you are nothing but filth that deserves to be stepped upon!”
With those words spoken, William raised his leg before bringing it crashing down upon Grell’s face. He stomped viciously a few times before he leant down and grabbed the red coat that the younger was so fond of. He lifted Grell up to face-level before he spat upon the bloodied features.
Tears streamed heavily down Grell’s face, mingling with the red liquid that leaked from deep gashes. When he was dropped back onto the floor, he stood up immediately and fled to the bathroom. He could hear William yelling at him, but he didn’t care. He just wanted to patch up his face and then hide away somewhere else in the house until William had fallen asleep.
“Why does he hate me…?” Grell whimpered to himself as he tenderly rubbed his hands over his face, washing the blood away with water. “I don’t understand what I did for him to hate me so much…”
Grell pulled himself up onto the bathroom counter and sat upon it, crying into his hands. He continuously washed his face with the running water until the wounds stopped bleeding. He cried his heart out for hours until the house was silent.
Grell silently crept out of the bathroom and to their shared bedroom. He pushed the squeaking door open as quietly as he could before he tiptoed to his side of the bed. As he pulled the covers back and slipped in beside William, he was aware of the way the elder turned to look at him. He froze, terrified – he thought that his lover had been sleeping.
Instead of hurting the Sutcliff more, William instead reached out and pulled Grell into his arms, hugging him tight. Grell was tense, biting his lip as he tried not to cry.
“Stop making me hate you…” William whispered as he hugged the younger tighter to his body. “It didn’t have to be this way but you gave me no choice…”
Grell fisted William’s pyjamas as his body shook with emotion. He nodded and buried his face into the crook of his lover’s neck. He knew that it was wrong to find condolence in the one who was always abusing him, but he couldn’t pass this chance up – not the rare chance he had at almost being able to pretend that nothing had ever changed between them.
“I’m sorry…” Grell whispered as tears leaked down his cheeks. “…I’m sorry, Will… I love you…”
William didn’t answer him. Instead, he just reached up and ran a hand through the mane of red hair before he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.
-XX-
When Grell awoke the next morning, he wasn’t surprised to find that he was alone. It was rare for William to stay in bed with him now.
Grell sighed and rubbed at his eyes. He slipped his glasses on and sat up. He thought back to the previous night. He knew that William had moments where he could be the gentle man that he had fallen for, but they were very random and rare.
“Will…” Grell whispered as he looked back at William’s side of the bed. He then looked down at his own body, seeing the blood stains that covered his clothes. He hadn’t bothered to change for bed last night in fear of waking William up.
Grell knew that William had already left for work. He himself wasn’t due to be at the office until lunch time, so he could take his time in getting ready. He checked his face in the mirror that he kept on his bedside table and was just relieved to see that the deep gashes had already started to fade into small cuts.
With only one decision in mind, Grell mindlessly changed his clothes and then left the house, heading straight to the one place he knew that he was always welcome – at Undertaker’s shop.
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