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A Cinematic Encounter	By : finnian4ever Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1680 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Kuroshitsuji or the characters; all belong to Yana Toboso, I make no money off of what I write, it is just for enjoyment

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"Ah! My hero!"
Will cringed at the sound of the unwelcome, sing-song voice. He had hoped that he could just sneak into his office at the bureau without being noticed... at least, without being noticed by Grell Sutcliff. As he was the boss the chances of someone needing to speak with him were always likely when he entered this building. Grell, however, was the last person he had hoped to bump into this night. He was frustrated, both with himself and the infernal being that had given him the slip. He was always frustrated with Grell, so he did not need that right now.
"The triumphant return! Tell me, Will, what happened, hm? Did you cut him up? Did you chop him to bits with your scythe? Oh do tell!"
Will's eyebrow flinched as Grell leaned his shoulder against Will's, hands clasped like he was praying as he pursed his lips and made his inquiries.
"Shouldn't you be out tending to souls?" Will asked, unlocking his office door and entering quickly, leaving Grell to catch his balance and nearly fall.
"You took over my duties tonight, in case you forgot!" Grell screeched, and Will could have slapped himself for appearing so dim; his head was completely in shambles over that kiss…
"So I did." He answered, letting himself fall gracelessly into his deep chair behind his desk.
"So?" Grell asked, cocking his head and leaning over the polished surface of the desk, "Did you get him? Can I resume my duties without being hounded by that…" Grell's eyes went misty and his mouth stretched into a lazy smile, "…handsome, handsome devil…"
Will had been tuning Grell out unconsciously, so used to doing it that it came naturally. The ever higher-pitched voice, however, sometimes could not be ignored. He could have just ordered him to go away, but then, he was well aware of how affective such orders were. Unless he struck him with his scythe, Grell would usually do and say what he pleased.
"Will!"
The Head Reaper finally looked up, and shook his head resignedly.
"He got away."
"Whaaaat!?" Grell began shivering overdramatically, "He's still on the loose?! Free to ravage and plunder wherever he goes? Even the great William Spears could not bring him down, oh nooo! I'm doomed to be haunted by a vision of loveliness forever, my footsteps echoed by a demonic presence, following me wherever I go…what a fate…"
"Please contain your emotions." Will said, rubbing the bridge of his nose, "At this point I am more concerned with him targeting me next time."
"Ohhh?" Grell sang, sliding neatly behind the desk to lean his elbow on Will's shoulder, "What makes you think that, eh? Did something happen? Did he-."
"Has anyone ever told you that you ask far too many questions about subjects that are none of your concern?!" Will snapped, smartly slapping Grell right in his face, making him topple over.
"But this is my concern!" Grell wailed, holding his reddening cheek. "How could you say it's not?!"
"Well, if it was before, it is no longer. That demon has…made me think that I'll have to deal with him again."
"How did he get away?" Grell asked, back on his feet in an instant, never being phased for long.
Will did not answer right away, instantly embarrassed by the answer. He said nothing, swallowing slightly and clearing his throat.
"Will, are you blushing?!" Grell asked delightedly, poking his cheek. "What happened out there tonight?"
"I am simply angered that he managed to slip out of my grasp," Will said firmly, "that is all."
"Well, have it your own way." Grell said, "But I've never known a demon to give you the slip before, at least, not very often. He must be incredibly clever to have pulled it off…hmmm…"
Will could tell by the far-away look in Grell's green eyes that he had fallen into one of his fantasies, which no doubt included the 'handsome devil' that he seemed to admire as much as fear.
"Complimenting a demon is far beneath your status as a reaper." Will said, "Though I am willing to admit that he is cunning, I will not go so far as to praise him for his evil ways, and neither should you."
"Oh, of course not," Grell whined, "why would anyone admire someone who could outsmart the Head Reaper of the society! Come, now, Will if he escaped your sucking aura of doom then you have admit that he's good!"
"I never said that he wasn't." Will replied, about ready to kick his fellow reaper out of his office, "However, he is trying to steal souls and that is against regulation."
Grell sighed heavily.
"How dull you are, always talking about 'regulation' and 'rules'."
"That is my job." Will stated in an exasperated voice, "Now get out. I have paperwork to fill out regarding this event."
"Paperwork?!" Grell asked incredulously, "After such a daring fight and escape with a creature of the night you are going to sit calmly in your office and do paperwork?!"
Will pinned him with glaring eyes, his glasses glinting as he moved his head.
"That is my job, what would you be doing?"
Will knew as the words left his mouth that he had made a mistake in asking. This was Grell after all and sure enough, he received a wave of Grell-typical flowery fantasy.
"I would lie in bed, stricken with delight and sorrow," He narrated, arms coiling around himself dramatically, "my heart pounding out of my chest beneath the weight of my failure, and the thought of my daring opponent. What use would paperwork be? How could mere words describe the tangle of Reaper and Demon, scythe and claws? Oh! The lure of such a forbidden relationship, drawing desire from the wells of the heart! The painstaking flashes of memory, scene for scene playing out in the mind, driving one mad with remorse, wishing it had been different! The smell of power and darkness all sweeping together in a mind-boggling mix of want and temptation!"
Stony silence met his theatrical response. When Will dropped his eyes and began setting out the right papers to make his report, completely ignoring what he had just heard, Grell made an offended sound.
"Since you are off-duty, what are you doing here anyway?" Will asked, as he shook down the ink in his pen.
"I thought I'd wait to hear from you." Grell said, pursing his lips again at Will's coldness. "I was quite curious to know how it turned out, and you still won't give me details."
"I don't owe you any."
Grell burst briefly into tears at this, but quickly composed himself and then said,
"Well, I'll just go then…"
He slunk out of the office like a dog with its tail between its legs, sniffling softly. When he was gone Will rose and closed his office door. Truth be told, he had always found paperwork tedious, especially reports. It was difficult at times to recall exactly what had occurred when, even such a short time after the reapings. If there were enough in one day it could become downright confusing. With as vast a mind as Will had, he was still just as fed up with it as everyone else, yet he was the boss and would set a good example.
Therefore he sat down at his desk and began writing down his encounter with the demon. He grimaced as he described the taunting, the chasing, and his being slashed. Triumph edged his smile when he wrote about catching the demon with his scythe…thrice. Then he came to the end, after he had retrieved the soul and had engaged the demon once again. It came to a point where he had to stop writing. What should he say? Should he really admit that the reason Sebastian escaped was because he…Will shook his head. It would be too embarrassing. He swiftly went with his first instinct and wrote, demon evaded capture and escaped into the night. It was not a lie, but then it was not entirely truthful either. He followed this line up with, intend to engage in the future for capture or tracking. Will's heart beat a little faster at the thought of meeting this demon again. Sebastian…the demon who escaped with a kiss from William T. Spears.
He closed the folder abruptly, placing it in its correct tray and then switching off the lights before leaving.
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