Grimm Yuki


Grimm had been lingering within the shadows, watching the events unfold before him. Currently, he was adorned in a suit, black naturally. He was watching the man before him with a slightly curious expression. The other seemed strained, but he did not wish to speak out of turn and anger him. Things were far to early along to stir up trouble. He reached a white gloved hand up, to brush a few strands of snow white hair out of pale blue eyes. All of the stitching upon his body was hidden, except for those along his lips.

They caught his attention as he allowed a light sigh to pass through his lips, tugging a bit. He could still feel in some cases, as if he were alive. As in with the man he was watching before him. On other cases, being dead meant he felt nothing at all. He lifted his hand to the stitches, tracing them a bit gingerly with his finger tips. They no longer stung, none of them did. He was more like a rag doll or puppet....one that if broken, could easily be stitched back together again. He was brought back to reality, by the other speaking up. He desired sugar hmm?

Crossing an arm over his torso, Grimm lowered his upper body into a bow to the other. "As you wish..." he turned away, moving himself out of the room and down the hall towards the kitchen. Grimm was an odd one, even for a ghost. No one but Kira knew anything about him. He was an enigma, believed to have been the first. He spent his days serving as more of a butler of the home, the only non living one typically. Many questioned why and how he could be so obedient to the word of a man who had taken his life?

A slight smile caused the stitches upon his lips to tug, they had much to learn. He found the kitchen simple enough, having been there before. He retrieved a clean glass, placing light ice within, as well as a straw. He thought for a moment about the lady of the house, miss Sachiko. One could wonder if her brother truly cared for her or not, but it was not his place to say. He did believe there was still a deep bond there, but one that no mere mortal could any longer understand.

He retrieved the designated beverage from the fridge, filling the glass carefully, so the foam would not overload it and the glass would overflow. Staring into the bubbling contents, he watched a few little pockets rise to the surface before popping. He picked up the glass, returning to the room where the other sat. He was unafraid to approach him or be around him, as most others might have been. He placed the glass on a coaster by the other, before inclining his head a bit. He would have normally stepped back at that time, waited until another order was given.

At the moment however, he was feeling a bit bold and curious. The other seemed a bit adgitated with these events going on around the home. In actuality, the party was only barley beginning. It was not his place to question, and he usually did not. He had little trouble doing as the other instructed to the last letter, even for the simple things. He did not enjoy degrading himself, but the other knew him well enough, and he liked to think respected or liked him well enough, to not do such a thing.

He let his eyes move to the other, for a moment gazing at him. He knew the other hated to be kept wating, hesitating was unlike him on many levels. "What is it you have in store for them...if you do not mind me asking Master" he spoke, adressing the other with a title of respect and power. He was the head of the house, but he was also a master of Grimm's on a level few others could understand. He shared a deep relationship with him, one he did not know if the other fully understood himself.

He was fully loyal and faithful, taking care to never make the other question that. He did however, seek to keep the other from doing anything to foolish, he would have hated to see him hurt. He chuckled mentally, his own emotions and thoughts were quite the mystery even to him. For now, he waited in silence, to see if the other would answer or dismiss him. If he gave him another task, he would complete it without question, and not bother the other further. But he did wish to inquire, even the slightest hint of information was fine. The other had his mysteries, and would deal with things as they went. He trusted him, for now, all he could do was wait and see.