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Don\'t Show Me Love	By : stephfarrow94 Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 1243 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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  Ronald was the quietest boy William and Grell had ever met. Even at dinnertime the boy didn’t say a word. Hell, he wouldn’t even touch his food. All he did was sit there and cuddle his teddy.
About ten minutes into this behaviour, William had decided that enough was enough. He put his cutlery down on his plate and sighed.
“Ronald…” William tried to muster up the nicest tone he could manage as he addressed the boy. “…Ronald, I understand how difficult this is for you, but you must eat something. If you don’t like the food, I can get you something else, but you haven’t even touched your spoon. Please eat something. You’re so skinny and you need to eat, okay?”
Ronald shook his head. He looked down at his lap and tensed his shoulders again.
“Ronald…” William growled softly under his breath. “If you don’t eat something I’m going to take away your cat.”
Ronald let out a whimper before he jumped out of his chair. He shook his head and took slow steps backwards as if he were facing a wild animal.
“Ronald, get back in your seat, please.” William sighed. When Ronald didn’t do as told, he stood up and approached the boy. “Ronald, I’ve been patient with you, but you have to sit back down and eat, okay?”
Ronald shook his head again. His body shook and tears slipped down the boy’s pale cheeks. Grell was watching all of this silently.
“Ronald, give me your cat.” William held his hand out expectantly. When Ronald didn’t do anything other than stand there, he reached out and started tugging on the cat. “Ronald, I want the – argh!”
Grell jumped to his feet with a shout and pushed Ronald away from William. The boy had pulled a butterknife out from his sleeve and cut William’s hand. The child went tumbling down onto the ground, crying loudly.
“Will, what happened?!” Grell whimpered as he grabbed his lover’s hand. His eyes filled with tears as blood dripped down onto the tiled floor beneath them. “What happened?!”
“He cut me…” William hissed, trying to remain calm for both Ronald and Grell’s sakes. “He had a butterknife up his sleeve and cut me…”
Grell snarled and turned to face the cowering boy. His eyes narrowed as he stomped forward, intending on giving the brat a piece of his mind. He didn’t care who had done it, but if someone dared harm his beloved William, there would be hell to pay.
“Leave it, Grell.” William called as he wrapped his shirt around his hand. Grell ignored him. “Grell, stop. Sutcliff!”
Grell stopped and turned back to the elder. He bit his lip. He hated when William called him Sutcliff. “…Y-yeah…?”
“Leave him.” William stated. “Go and get me a bandage from the bathroom and I’ll deal with this.”
Grell hesitated before doing as told. William turned a stern gaze onto the mess in the corner that was a hysterical Ronald. He could see that the boy had the butterknife to his arm and was slashing at it. Without caring for his own safety, he approached the boy and ripped the knife from his hands.
“Don’t you ever cut yourself.” William narrowed his eyes at the boy. “Ever. I don’t know what you’ve been through, Ronald, but I’m not going to put up with anyone hurting me. I know that you’re scared but that’s no excuse! I want you to go upstairs and into the bedroom I showed you. You’re going to stay in there for the rest of the night as punishment. No dinner, either.”
Without a word, Ronald got to his feet and fled from the room. William could hear the boy’s footsteps stomping up the stairs. He felt bad about the way he had handled the situation – he really did! – but he just couldn’t bear to see someone hurting themselves like that.
William could hear Grell running back into the kitchen. He sat down on the chair and allowed the red-head to fuss over his hand.
“Dear, we need to get to a hospital!” Grell exclaimed as he tenderly wrapped the bandage around the injured hand.
“Grell, it’s not that deep,” William reassured him. “I’ll be fine, okay? I’ll go to a doctor tomorrow after work and get them to look at it, but it’s not urgent, okay?”
Grell whimpered and gave his lover the puppy-dog eyes. “Please go to a hospital tonight, Will…!”
“Grell, it’s okay.” William pulled the younger into a hug. “Really, it’s fine. You worry too much.”
“I just love you is all…” Grell mumbled. He nestled into the embrace, soaking up all the warmth and comfort that the raven-haired male radiated. “Is that so bad…?”
“No.” William kissed Grell’s forehead. “I love you, too.”
“What happened to Ronnie?”
“I’ve sent him upstairs into his room without dinner. I want you to leave him alone until the morning, okay? And be careful around him.”
Grell nodded. “Hey, Will…?”
“Hmm?”
“…Can we look at his file, please…?”
William nodded. He kissed Grell’s neck before he gently pushed the younger to his feet. “Go into our room. I’ll make us a tea and then I’ll come up with it, okay?”
“Love you.” Grell smiled before he left the kitchen.
   William pulled two cups down from the shelf and prepared tea for them both. He then grabbed Ronald’s file that was sitting on the coffee table and took it upstairs with him.
Grell was in the bedroom changing into his red silk pyjamas despite it hardly being later than seven-thirty.
“Tired, love?” William asked as he handed the red-head his cup of tea. Grell nodded and yawned, snuggling into his lover when they were both seated on the bed. “I swear, are you ever going to wear anything other than red to bed for one night?”
  Grell smirked and shook his head. “Of course not, Will. Let’s read the file now.”
William nodded. He took a sip of his tea before he put the cup down on the bedside table and opened the file. He looked at the first piece of paper which seemed to have a list of Ronald’s personal information.
Name: Ronald A. Knox
Birthdate: September 1st
“There’s really not that much on this form,” William pointed out. “Just some personal information. It says that he’s short-sighted, suffers from asthma and has shown signs of anxiety.”
“That kid has more than just anxiety.” Grell pointed out. He rested his head on William’s shoulder as the elder turned to the next page. “Oh, this is about his previous carers.”
As their eyes scanned the paper, they both felt their hearts breaking. There was information on here about abuse that the boy had suffered whilst in the care of others.
“Physical abuse…” Grell whispered as he summed everything up. “…Sexual abuse… Mental and emotional abuse…”
“Says here that the welfare workers had gone to check up on the family and found him tied to the bed, naked and wounded while his adoptive parents had packed up and left…” William put the papers down on the bed and closed the file. “Grell, you’re not reading any more of it. I mean it. It’ll only upset you.”
“Will…” Grell’s eyes were filled with tears. “…Will…”
“Grell, I think that this is too much for us to handle.” William wrapped his arms around Grell’s waist and pulled him into an embrace. “I was prepared for an abused boy, but not to this degree. I don't think we’re ready just yet.”
“But…” A single tear slipped down Grell’s cheek. “…But Ronnie…”
“We’ve got to take him back, Grell… I’m really sorry but we’re not ready for a boy like this.”
Grell shook his head stubbornly. “You never gave up on me, Will… Even when everyone else had, you never did…”
“Grell, this is different.” William ran a soothing hand through the red-hair. “This child has –“
“-How is this different, Will? You look me in the eye and you tell me that this boy is not the same as I was.”
William made eye-contact with the younger. He tried to open his mouth and tell Grell that, but he just couldn’t. He knew, deep down, that Grell was right. That boy is the spitting image of Grell when he was younger. He sighed and rested his chin on Grell’s hair.
“…Fine…” William whispered. “…But if he needs more than we can give him, he has to go to someone who can care for him properly. Okay?”
A large smile crossed Grell’s face and he snuggled in close to William. “Okay. Thank you.”
William just tightened his hold on the younger. He had absolutely no idea what they were doing anymore.
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Ronald sat in his room, crying again. He held Kitty tightly, too scared to go near the bed. He never wanted to be in a bed again. It wasn’t that he didn’t like them – he was afraid of them. He associated beds with pain that he never wanted to experience again.
Ronald looked around the room. The walls were red with matching red drapes that hung across the window. He had a view of the street and his window was angled so that the moonlight shined straight through and illuminated his room. He shivered slightly. The wardrobe that was tucked away in the corner of his room frightened him with the prospect of monsters in the closet.
“Kitty, I’m scared…” Ronald whimpered. He hid in the bottom left corner of his room behind the door, shaking. “Kitty, I’m so scared…!”
The boy could hear his new adopters in the bedroom next to his talking. He knew that they were talking about him because he could hear his name, despite not being able to hear them properly. It frightened him to no end to know that they could be talking about the best way to harm him.
“Kitty…” Ronald whimpered. His shaking increased ten-fold as his imagination started playing with him. He swore he could see dark shapes moving in his room and hear frightening noises such as moans and groans. He had never liked the dark – and being in a dark, new room by himself only made his terrors worsen.
Ronald closed his eyes, not caring that rivers were streaming down his cheeks. He tried to block everything out until a loud bang from across the room startled him and his wardrobe door swung open.
Ronald screamed. He was unaware of the front of his pants becoming wet – all he could think about was the monster that was going to hurt him.
“Ronald!”
Ronald curled up into a ball when he heard someone shout his name. He whimpered and screamed louder when the bedroom door was pushed open and hit him.
“Ronald, what’s wrong?!”
Ronald refused to look at William and Grell. He was so scared his breathing came in ragged, uneven gasps. He started scratching at his neck as his chest felt like it was constricting. He tried to scream as he felt someone grab his shoulders, but he was too weak to do much more than struggle.
“Grell, his inhaler is on the bedside table.” Ronald heard William say. “Go get it.”
Before he knew it, Ronald’s inhaler was at his mouth. He grabbed at it, huffing desperately.
“Ronnie, are you okay?” Grell whispered. “What happened?”
When Ronald’s breathing had evened, he pointed fearfully to the wardrobe. William and Grell glanced around and noticed the door hanging open.
William sighed. He fixed his glasses before he sent a glare at Grell. “I thought you said you fixed that door. I told you to fix it before we got a child because it would scare them.”
Grell raised his hands in front of him in a defensive manner. “H-hey! I did fix it! I put blue tack on the hinge to keep it together!”
“Oh, God…” William muttered under his breath. “Why do I trust you do to anything around the house…? Ronnie, I know that would have scared you, but it was just the hinge falling off, okay? The door opened because the hinge fell off again. It’s nothing to fear. Look, I’ll go and fix it right now, okay?”
Ronald watched with half-lidded eyes as William stood up and left the room. Grell sat down next to him, fiddling with his hands.
“I-I’m sorry…” Grell mumbled, looking at his lap. “…That was my fault that you were scared… I’m sorry – I should have fixed that wardrobe properly when Will told me to…”
Ronald’s shaking didn’t stop, but it did get the boy thinking. Grell was genuinely sad about having frightened him. He knew this because he could tell that the tears Grell was fighting to hold back were true tears.
“Ronnie, I’m so sorry…” Grell whispered. “…I feel so terrible about this…”
Before another word could be said, William had returned with a hammer and some nails. He stopped briefly in the doorway to flick the light switch on before he continued to the wardrobe.
“See this, Grell?” William turned back to the two and waved the hammer and nails in the air. “This is how you fix it. Don’t ever let me catch you using blue tack for something like this again. And while you’re at it, go get that boy out of his soiled clothes and into something more comfortable.”
Grell nodded. He pretended to have not heard the small whimper that escaped Ronald’s mouth and instead moved to the bags that were sitting on the bed. He grabbed the first one and rummaged through it until he had in his hold a plain blue shirt and some striped pyjama pants.
“Ronnie, go into the bathroom and put these on, okay?” Grell smiled as he placed the clothes down onto the bed and backed away. “Leave the ones you have on now in the bathroom and I’ll deal with them.”
Ronald nodded. He warily approached the bed. When he had his hands on the pyjamas, he yanked them into his hold and quickly left the bedroom. Grell was sure that the boy thought he was going to be hurt.
Minutes had passed before Ronald warily returned back to the room. When he did, William had just fixed the door on the wardrobe. The Spears stood up and turned to glance at Ronald. He gave a small smile.
“All fixed. Now it won’t open, okay? You can go to sleep peacefully.”
Ronald shook his head. He glanced down at the floor.
“What’s wrong, darling?” Grell asked.
Ronald just stayed quiet.
William sighed. “It appears that he doesn’t like beds, either. Go and grab a lamp from downstairs and make him a bed up on the floor if that will suit him.”
Grell nodded and did as he was told. William turned back to the boy.
“Ronald, I’m going to bed now. I have to be up early for work. I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Be good for Grell.”
Ronald just looked down at the ground. Was he wrong in his judgement against these people? …No. All humans were the same. They wouldn’t be any different – just trying harder than anyone else to gain his trust.
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