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One Door Closes	By : stephfarrow94 Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 3517 -:- 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.

Chapter List
- 1-One Door Closes
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
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- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
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Something’s not right…
Grell glanced over his shoulder for the third time in as many minutes while he and Ronald jumped across rooftops in their haste. Ronald wasn’t oblivious to this behaviour.
“What’s wrong, Grell-Senpai?” The boy questioned as Grell turned to look again for the fourth time.
Grell just shrugged, not wanting to alarm the younger Reaper. He knew that Ronald would do something stupid if he felt that they were in danger. “…It’s nothing, Ronnie.”
Ronald smiled back and nodded. “Okay.”
With that, the two continued on, unaware of the many eyes that were watching them hungrily from the distance.
-XX-
Undertaker was rather surprised to get a visit from a rather calm William. He had assumed that he wouldn’t see any more of the Spears, but here said man was, standing in the doorway.
“What are you doing here?” Undertaker sneered.
William narrowed his eyes as he stepped in. “I don’t want to fight. I just want to know where that little gutter rat is. He hasn’t come back from his soul collection. Neither has Knox.”
“Well, he’s not here.” Undertaker crossed his arms over his chest in a stubborn manner. “Maybe if you weren’t so cruel to him, he’d have approached you sooner after the Reaping.”
“Sutcliff – no… Slutcliff has not returned to work at all. I would think that you – having claimed such love towards him – would at least be concerned.”
“I’m not concerned at all. Grell is strong and he has the little one with him. He’ll be completely fine.”
William narrowed his eyes. He was rather surprised that Undertaker was so calm about this. He had thought that the elder Death God would’ve left immediately to go and find Grell.
“Listen to me,” Undertaker continued on, “Grell is fine.”
“…” William adjusted his glasses with his Death Scythe. “…If you’re so sure… It’s clear that he isn’t here. I’ll find him.”
“You won’t lay a finger on him.” Undertaker growled. “He tells me things, William. He’ll tell me what you do to him, and if I have to, I will hunt you down.”
“So scared…” William muttered as he left the shop. As the door swung closed behind him, he looked around the near-empty streets. “What a waste of time… When I get my hands on that bastard, I’m going to rip him apart…”
-XX-
“Grell!”
Grell gasped in pain as he took yet another strong punch from the demon before him. He lost his footing and slid down to the edge of the roof.
“Grell-Senpai!”
Grell bit his lip at Ronald’s desperate cries. He knew that while they were both very strong individually, they still couldn’t take on a group of twenty demons – even together. He raised his Death Scythe and took a swipe at the demon nearest him. He smirked as blood splashed everywhere and a loud yelp filled the night air. He had severed the demon’s arm.
“You’ll pay for that!” One of the other demons shouted. He reached down and grabbed Grell’s hair. “You little shit!”
Grell whimpered as he was lifted to his feet by his hair. He took another swipe, but the four demons that were surrounding him evaded the attack easily. At least his hair had been released.
“Ronnie, where are you?!” Grell shouted, trying to get to his partner so that they at least stood a chance.
“S-senpai!” Ronald cried out before the loud roar of his Death Scythe sounded. “Grell, I-I’m…!”
“Little brat!” Grell muttered under his breath as he jumped backwards to avoid a blow from a demon. “Doesn’t even tell me… where he is…!”
Grell charged towards the demons that were blocking his way. He raised his Death Scythe before thrusting it towards the ones who were blocking his path to Ronald. He had managed to impale one of the taller, more intimidating demons in the chest, resulting in a clear path – for now.
“Ronnie!” Grell shouted again as he saw his subordinate being knocked to the ground by one of the demons that had chosen the two-tone haired male.
As Grell started to run towards the younger Reaper, he didn’t notice the demon that had charged at him from his blind spot. Grell was knocked flying as he was tackled by said demon, his Death Scythe flying out of his hands.
Grell’s eyes scrunched shut in both pain and fear as a pained scream from Ronald filled his head. He reached around for his Death Scythe blindly but he couldn’t feel it anywhere. He whimpered and cracked one eye open. His heart began pounding when he heard the familiar rumble of his chainsaw from right above him.
“Time to die, Reaper.”
Grell looked up with tear-filled eyes to see a smirking demon above him holding his thundering chainsaw. He closed his eyes once again and let a few tears slip past his long eyelashes. He had failed. He had failed to collect the soul, he had failed to return back to work, but the most painful thing of all was that he had failed to protect Ronald from their enemies.
Before everything turned black, the last thing that Grell knew was agonising pain as his own Scythe was driven deep into his chest. Blood filled his throat and dribbled from the corners of his mouth, and then he fell into oblivion.
-XX-
William knew that smell. Demons. And lots of them. But why would at least fifteen demons congregate? They usually kept to themselves and didn’t socialise – even amongst themselves. He tightened his hold on his Death Scythe as the smell of demon became stronger.
William wasn’t sure why he was approaching a possible demon nest – all he knew was that he had a bad feeling about this and he was sure that those two idiots had probably gotten mixed up in this as they tended to do.
To William’s utter shock, the rooftops where the stench of demon was the strongest was covered in blood and limbs. He knew that the limbs were from demons. As he looked around more, he noticed a lock of red hair lying near the edge of the roof – along with what William immediately recognised as Grell’s bloodied bowtie.
“Grell…” William whispered the red-head’s name as he walked towards the piece of material. He picked it up and looked around.
It was clear that Grell wasn’t on any of the nearby rooftops – so did that mean he had taken the three-story plunge to earth? It wasn’t a bad drop for a Shinigami of all things, but if Grell was hurt badly, it could really do some damage to him. And what of Ronald? What had happened to him?
William jumped from the roof and landed on the cold cement of a secluded alleyway. Immediately, the demons’ stench overwhelmed him from down here, as well. He wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing – but he quickly decided that it was a bad thing when he saw Grell’s tattered red coat laying abandoned on the ground.
“He would never leave this behind…” William grabbed the coat next, clutching it tightly to his chest. He couldn’t help but feel panicked that Grell was dead. Without conscious thought, William gathered air into his lungs and screamed out, “Grell!”
Without even realising that tears were dripping down his face, William started running through the alley, searching desperately for the red-head. Minutes had passed before he found the familiar Death God lying in a corner of the alley, covered in blood and unresponsive to anything.
William couldn’t remember the last time he had been so scared – if he had ever been as scared as he was right now.
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