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5
Jeux du Coeur
Chapter 5: Cornering
In which William is pinned down.
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William did not spare any time on formality as his addled brain left little room for forethought. He briskly walked into the shop, checked to see that it was empty save for it‘s owner, and directly confronted a rather surprised Undertaker.
“I know of your relationship with Sutcliff,” William blurted out!
That wasn’t what he had meant to say…William froze, concerned by his own uncharacteristic behavior.
Undertaker blinked owlishly as he processed William’s words. The look of surprise and confusion on the reaper’s face was priceless. In all his years, he had never seen William act so…uncollected. It was sudden, pleasantly unexpected, and above all else hilarious. The madman just couldn’t hold in the barks of laughter that spilt forth.
The laughter sobered the suddenly embarrassed reaper and helped him to remember his purpose in coming here. He chalked his outburst up to yet another lingering effect of his frustration towards Grell, which, ideally, would be resolved soon. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and tried again.
“While you are a retired member of the force, you are still on retainer and are expected to act with some sense of professional decorum,” William said coolly. “Personal matters are just that, and should not interfere with one’s work. But I can’t stand idly by while you flagrantly display favoritism by sharing your knowledge with Grell Sutcliff and not other bureau members. The inexplicable improvement of his work performance is concurrent with his personal relationship with you. Therefore it stands to reason that you must be instructing him while turning away others, the very definition of favoritism.” William concluded, confident that this irritating issue would be resolved once the elder agreed with his flawless logic. Had Undertaker any pride as a former reaper, then he would see the error of his ways, stop sharing trade secrets with Grell, and things would return to normal.
Undertaker chuckled as he wiped away a tear. William merely stared at him expectedly, having calmed down enough to block out what had transpired in the office...
“Favoritism? Persephone’s tears, man! How can I be accused of such when all he did was act on the same advice you had ignored?” Undertaker pointed out, stifling yet another laugh. William’s eyebrow twitched involuntarily.
“Overlooking certain implications, I doubt following that particular bit of advice has had such a profound effect on his performance,” William answered with a doubting frown.
“Tut, tut, William. Do you really have such little faith in my lady’s abilities? That Grell can only be efficient as a reaper under my direct guidance?” the mortician asked nonchalantly, putting various tools away. He glanced over his shoulder at the strangely tense reaper and gave him a winning smile. “If that is indeed the case, then you are sorely mistaken.”
“But the change in his behavior is too drastic to attribute to emotional or physical satisfaction!” William spat.
“Oh really?”
“Yes. I refuse to believe that. There is obviously more to this miraculous change of his.”
“That‘s your problem right there, dear William. It is not a matter of not believing. It is a matter of not seeing. You do not want to see it.”
“I am not ignorant, if that is what you’re implying.”
Undertaker shook his head sadly.
“Let us get to the actual root of the problem, shall we?” the silver haired ex-reaper offered cheerfully, walking around William concentrically. “This isn’t a matter of crying inequity and stopping favoritism. Plain and simple, you like the boy and are afraid to admit it.”
“That’s not why-”
William was silenced by Undertaker raising his hand.
“Think about it, William. Think about him. That fiery little redhead is the only one to make the blood boil in that icy heart of yours. Don’t think the little things you do for him escape my notice,” Undertaker chided with a wag of his finger. “I’ve watched you as you hide your breathlessness whenever the need arose to dash to his rescue. Not to mention I wrote all the rules and regulations that you’ve bent for him repeatedly. Good show on that, by the way. You’re the only one to have ever found the loopholes I so carefully provided. And I know it’s not because of your genius, it’s because of the years you’ve spent pouring over those musty tomes…to help someone in particular, no doubt. Taking these things into consideration just who is guilty of playing favorites here?”
William‘s face flushed an elegant shade of red. “It’s not -I’m not-! He-!”
“Coherent sentences, man!” Undertaker encouraged, continuing to stroll his tightening circle. William cleared his throat and composed himself.
“I do not see how assisting a grossly incompetent colleague is biased. I am aiding him.”
“And no one else?”
“No one else needs my aid.”
“So you say, “ Undertaker sighed wistfully. “Again, dear William, it is a matter of not seeing. No matter how many times I assure you that I am treating milady strictly as a lover, you will not believe me.”
“Of course not! It’s ridiculous to think that mere physical gratification could-”
“On what grounds do you make that assumption?” Undertaker interjected, suddenly very close to William.. “Have you experience? Solid proof? Perhaps I should give you a practical demonstration?”
But before William could answer, he felt his former superior’s bony hand clench his shoulder as he was suddenly pulled into an iron embrace and a soft cloth was forced tightly over his nose and mouth.
“Does this smell like chloroform to you?” he heard Undertaker chuckle into his ear viciously as the world began to fade to black.
The very last sounds he heard were Undertaker’s rich laughter and the ominous clinking of chains.
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A/N: Yes, I know it’s unlikely that chloroform would work that quickly (if at all on a shinigami), but as YGOTAS Bakura says: “I don’t care!” Maybe Taker knows the Vulcan nerve pinch! O_O
Random story:
While writing this, I heard Escape (The Piña Colada Song) on the radio and immediately thought of an incredibly drunk William singing it at karaoke with Grell and Taker. But, he has very different lyrics. Enjoy his rendition complete with choreography.
“Yesh I like Penis Coladas! *hip thrust hip thrust* Gettin’ tied up with chains! *gyrate and booty shake* I’m not into the ball gag, cos’ then you can’t scream mah name! *going into epic rock ballad pose* Yesh I like fuckin’ hard all through the night, on the couch or your face. *exaggerated wink at Grell* I’ma shinigami sex god! Take off your pants, time for rape! *bow and faceplant*”
Why? Because drunk!William would be a crude perverted asshole. That’s why.
Chapter 5: Cornering
In which William is pinned down.
+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+_+
William did not spare any time on formality as his addled brain left little room for forethought. He briskly walked into the shop, checked to see that it was empty save for it‘s owner, and directly confronted a rather surprised Undertaker.
“I know of your relationship with Sutcliff,” William blurted out!
That wasn’t what he had meant to say…William froze, concerned by his own uncharacteristic behavior.
Undertaker blinked owlishly as he processed William’s words. The look of surprise and confusion on the reaper’s face was priceless. In all his years, he had never seen William act so…uncollected. It was sudden, pleasantly unexpected, and above all else hilarious. The madman just couldn’t hold in the barks of laughter that spilt forth.
The laughter sobered the suddenly embarrassed reaper and helped him to remember his purpose in coming here. He chalked his outburst up to yet another lingering effect of his frustration towards Grell, which, ideally, would be resolved soon. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and tried again.
“While you are a retired member of the force, you are still on retainer and are expected to act with some sense of professional decorum,” William said coolly. “Personal matters are just that, and should not interfere with one’s work. But I can’t stand idly by while you flagrantly display favoritism by sharing your knowledge with Grell Sutcliff and not other bureau members. The inexplicable improvement of his work performance is concurrent with his personal relationship with you. Therefore it stands to reason that you must be instructing him while turning away others, the very definition of favoritism.” William concluded, confident that this irritating issue would be resolved once the elder agreed with his flawless logic. Had Undertaker any pride as a former reaper, then he would see the error of his ways, stop sharing trade secrets with Grell, and things would return to normal.
Undertaker chuckled as he wiped away a tear. William merely stared at him expectedly, having calmed down enough to block out what had transpired in the office...
“Favoritism? Persephone’s tears, man! How can I be accused of such when all he did was act on the same advice you had ignored?” Undertaker pointed out, stifling yet another laugh. William’s eyebrow twitched involuntarily.
“Overlooking certain implications, I doubt following that particular bit of advice has had such a profound effect on his performance,” William answered with a doubting frown.
“Tut, tut, William. Do you really have such little faith in my lady’s abilities? That Grell can only be efficient as a reaper under my direct guidance?” the mortician asked nonchalantly, putting various tools away. He glanced over his shoulder at the strangely tense reaper and gave him a winning smile. “If that is indeed the case, then you are sorely mistaken.”
“But the change in his behavior is too drastic to attribute to emotional or physical satisfaction!” William spat.
“Oh really?”
“Yes. I refuse to believe that. There is obviously more to this miraculous change of his.”
“That‘s your problem right there, dear William. It is not a matter of not believing. It is a matter of not seeing. You do not want to see it.”
“I am not ignorant, if that is what you’re implying.”
Undertaker shook his head sadly.
“Let us get to the actual root of the problem, shall we?” the silver haired ex-reaper offered cheerfully, walking around William concentrically. “This isn’t a matter of crying inequity and stopping favoritism. Plain and simple, you like the boy and are afraid to admit it.”
“That’s not why-”
William was silenced by Undertaker raising his hand.
“Think about it, William. Think about him. That fiery little redhead is the only one to make the blood boil in that icy heart of yours. Don’t think the little things you do for him escape my notice,” Undertaker chided with a wag of his finger. “I’ve watched you as you hide your breathlessness whenever the need arose to dash to his rescue. Not to mention I wrote all the rules and regulations that you’ve bent for him repeatedly. Good show on that, by the way. You’re the only one to have ever found the loopholes I so carefully provided. And I know it’s not because of your genius, it’s because of the years you’ve spent pouring over those musty tomes…to help someone in particular, no doubt. Taking these things into consideration just who is guilty of playing favorites here?”
William‘s face flushed an elegant shade of red. “It’s not -I’m not-! He-!”
“Coherent sentences, man!” Undertaker encouraged, continuing to stroll his tightening circle. William cleared his throat and composed himself.
“I do not see how assisting a grossly incompetent colleague is biased. I am aiding him.”
“And no one else?”
“No one else needs my aid.”
“So you say, “ Undertaker sighed wistfully. “Again, dear William, it is a matter of not seeing. No matter how many times I assure you that I am treating milady strictly as a lover, you will not believe me.”
“Of course not! It’s ridiculous to think that mere physical gratification could-”
“On what grounds do you make that assumption?” Undertaker interjected, suddenly very close to William.. “Have you experience? Solid proof? Perhaps I should give you a practical demonstration?”
But before William could answer, he felt his former superior’s bony hand clench his shoulder as he was suddenly pulled into an iron embrace and a soft cloth was forced tightly over his nose and mouth.
“Does this smell like chloroform to you?” he heard Undertaker chuckle into his ear viciously as the world began to fade to black.
The very last sounds he heard were Undertaker’s rich laughter and the ominous clinking of chains.
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A/N: Yes, I know it’s unlikely that chloroform would work that quickly (if at all on a shinigami), but as YGOTAS Bakura says: “I don’t care!” Maybe Taker knows the Vulcan nerve pinch! O_O
Random story:
While writing this, I heard Escape (The Piña Colada Song) on the radio and immediately thought of an incredibly drunk William singing it at karaoke with Grell and Taker. But, he has very different lyrics. Enjoy his rendition complete with choreography.
“Yesh I like Penis Coladas! *hip thrust hip thrust* Gettin’ tied up with chains! *gyrate and booty shake* I’m not into the ball gag, cos’ then you can’t scream mah name! *going into epic rock ballad pose* Yesh I like fuckin’ hard all through the night, on the couch or your face. *exaggerated wink at Grell* I’ma shinigami sex god! Take off your pants, time for rape! *bow and faceplant*”
Why? Because drunk!William would be a crude perverted asshole. That’s why.