Sebastian was breathing regularly, but inside of his head, a storm was occurring. His insides felt as though they were on fire. He could feel something was not right, but he wanted to find out. It was almost like a locked door was blocking part of his mind, and the only key was melted down to prevent access to something important. But, something behind that door was tearing at the inside, trying to break free and only little bits getting out. Slowly though, he awoke from the burning storm, his eyes opening slowly to see the red-headed reaper. "... Grell...?"

Grell gasped a little as Sebastian woke up. "O god. You're awake." He cried, hugging the other. "What happened?" He asked, wondering what had caused Sebastian to pass out like that. He sure did care about this man and didn't like to see him hurt. Tarts was standing at the door, arms crossed and clearly angry. She didn't like how much her brother cared about the demon. Sebastian was Grell's weakness and she knew that her brother could get really hurt as long as he long as he felt that way about 'Bassie' as shed heard Grell call him. Right now Grell was wiping sweat away from Sebastian's forehead and asked Tarra to leave. "You wanted to speak with me?" He said to Sebastian.

"I... I did... I'm sorry..." He sat up carefully, not exactly sure how he wound up in Grell's house. "I spoke out of fury on the manor property... I didn't... I didn't mean for... it to sound like I was calling you a skank..." Sebastian winced in pain and held his head. "I am truly sorry... I was going to apologize at the pond, but you ran off..." He squeezed his eyes tight against the pain. "I'm so sorry..." He hung his head in shame

Grell shook his head. "No, no." He said quietly. "It's fine. Just rest and don't stress yourself out." He didn't want Sebastian over working himself. The last thing he needed was for the other to pass out again. "I-I shouldn't have been on your property anyway." He was so scared that something bad was happening to Sebastian. Could they even die? He knew he could, but he thought Sebastian was immortal....maybe not. His knowledge on demons was limited.

"It's fine..." He frowned. "I need to get back to the manor anyways...." He stood up shakily then sat right back down. Demons weren't supposed to get dizzy... Were they? He sighed "Or maybe I'll just stay here and wait for your sister to rip my throat out... That works just as well..."

Grell quickly made sure Sebastian didn't hurt himself. "No. Don't stand up." He warned. He frowned when he heard that Sebastian was afraid of his sister. "She won't touch you." Grell growled. "She has no right to touch you!" He was hissing and his sharp teeth flashing bright white. He was clearly flustered by the very idea of someone hurting the other. He stroked Sebastian's hair. "I'll send Tarra to take care of Ceil until you're well. For now I'll take care of you ok? Besides. Tarra just happens to be one he'll of a butler." He flashed a silly grin and then called in Tarra, telling her to feed and watch over Ceil.

"He's not going to be happy to not have me serving him... She doesn't know anything about Ciel..." Sebastian sighed and raked a hand through his hair. "Honestly, I can go back..." He said as he stood, despite the throbbing pain in his brain. "Master really does need me... The servants also need their new assign-" His head throbbed painfully and he dropped to his hands and knees once more. "Nng..." His eyes widened as a small voice in the back of his head spoke, but it was soon quieted by another. It is better for you to forget... You must forget and return to your duties.... "N-no... I want to remember..." He whispered softly. Forget... Forget.... It's safer to forget... Sebastian gripped his hair tightly before his vision became hazy. "D-dammit..." was the last word he spoke before losing consciousness once more.

Grell was quite frightened. It seemed as if Sebastian was hallucinating or something as he whispered something about not forgetting. Grell was to scared to even get close to him at this point, backing away slowly. He knew there was no way Sebastian could go serve his master like this. He was simply far to ill. Grell vowed to himself that he'd take care of Sebastian and that he'd be sure that he lived. He didn't want to lose Sebastian. He picked the larger man up, huffing and puffing as he did so, and laid him on the bed, sitting down and pulling his head into his lap. Grell stroked the soft black hair and then leaned down, kissing soft lips. He knew that was wrong. He shouldn't have done something like that with Sebastian passed out, it was practically rape after all.. Well, more like in-consensual kissing...or something like that. He feel asleep eventually without even eating Dinner, and with Sebastian's head still in his lap.

A few hours later, Sebastian opened his eyes to see an unfamiliar ceiling. "What the hell is going on here...?" He looked over to see Grell. "Oh..." He frowned slightly as something tugged inside of him. He stood up out of the bed quickly and walked into the other room before collapsing on the chair in there. His head throbbed and he couldn't see straight. Struggling is useless... Just stop... "I don't want to... I know it's important..." he laid his head back and stared at the ceiling, focusing on a small speck until his vision cleared. He pulled his knees up, almost child-like, and thought as hard as he could. Whatever he was forgetting, he wanted to know, and wanted to know now.

Grell woke up with a sharp pain in his scalp. Someone was pulling his hair, and hard. "Grell!" A voice boomed and he knew it was Willam. "You haven't done shut today! You do really have to do something as a reaper! Get off of your lazy ass and work. Will hit him hard over the face and then his him in the stomach, causing him to admit a soft yelp. He had a whip and smacked Grell with it a few times, leaving angry bruises on his slender torso. "W-Where's S-Sebastian..?" He asked and Willam cocked an eyebrow. "What? Why is that important? Like I would know anyway." He hit Grell again, this time in the eye. "Now listen to me you worthless little..." Willam was cut off as Tarra walked in with Ceil tagging along. "Willam!!" She yelled and threw something at him. "Grell is sick! Go away!" Willam looked at Grell's pale face and nodded. "Fine. But back to work by next week." He was gone and Grell went searching for Sebastian after making the butler some tea. His hands were shaking and the plates kind of clattered a bit as he carried the tray. "S-Sebastian...? I um...made you some tea...to clear your mind..." He poured him some and also left him a piece of pie before going off to give the demon his space.

"Thank you..." Sebastian whispered softly and took the tea. He took a small sip before setting it down once more and standing up. He didn't feel like he was going to fall, so he walked over to Ciel. "I'm sorry master for my incompetence..." He knelt in a bow. "I was not feeling myself..." He looked up at his master. "I do have one last matter to attend to, and we can both go back to the manor..." Sebastian righted himself and peered into Grell's room, to see the reaper sitting on the bed. "Grell..." He walked over and sat beside the red-head. "Thank you for taking care of me for this short time... I truly am sorry about my words at the estate..." He looked at the reaper and frowned at the marks that now marred his face and torso. Without a word, he slipped away and came back with a cool cloth before laying the Reaper down and setting the cloth over one of the angry marks "Please get some rest. I don't like seeing you not as yourself."

Ceil wasn't sure what exactly was going on with his butler. The odd behavior just wasn't like him at all. He wondered if this had something to do with Grell. He was guessing it probably did. That reaper seemed to be a lot of trouble. Certainly more trouble than he was worth. He was such a drama queen and way to flirty. He was lousy at his job and he seemed to get under Sebastian's skin. For some reason though, Ceil had found his butler uncapable of killing the little red head. It was odd. "Very well...but hurry up. I want to retire soon." He said in his normal bossy manner.

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Grell looked at the other man as he sat beside him. "It's quite alright. I didn't mind taking care of you." He frowned at the apology. "I already told you it's quite alright. I shouldn't have been on the property." He coughed a little, his already weak immune system failing to keep his cold away. Grell whimpered when Sebastian tended to his wounds. They were painful to touch and rather swollen. He hated his job for that reason. His boss was a creul, insensitive man who didn't think twice about being abuseful. "I'll try and rest.." He muttered. "Just...I want you to get better ok?" Grell said, his voice weak and unlike his own.

"I will get better.. I'm fine, so you just need to get better..." He sat there for a moment awkwardly. "I must get going now." He stood up from the bed and went to the door, glancing over at the red-head once more. "I hope to see you up and as yourself again soon." He spoke before he could stop himself, then walked away to Ciel. "Let us leave, master. I will make you tea and cake when we get home." With a bow, he walked out of the house with his master

Grell blushed and smiled at Sebastian's words. "Well thanks Bassie." He said and laid down. He was worn out and he didn't feel strong enough to see Sebastian to the door even though that would've been polite. Tarra watched the two leave and then went to tend to her brother. He was fast asleep and she could tell he most likely wouldn't wake up for a few days. She wouldn't allow anyone in to see him until he woke up and got a bit better. For now he was to weak and needed some peace.

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Ceil was glad to leave and glad to have his tea when they went home. "Sebastian." He said while he was being searved his tea. "Tell me what's going on." He said sternly, making it sound like an order. He needed to know what was going on in his butler's mind. He seemed to he at conflict with himself and Ceil was worried.

"I am not quite sure myself, master." He set the teapot down. "I feel like I can't remember something important... and if I get close to remembering... I just can't." He sighed and set a slice of cake in front of the young boy. "I simply just need to not worry about it and I will be fine..." He stirred in the sugar amount his master wanted and set it in front of him as well.

Ceil chuckled and patted Sebastian. "I always thought you were so perfect. You're acting really human right now." He examined, clearly finding it rather amusing. "Also, are you and Grell friends now? You didn't seem to dislike him as much when we we're over there. Or was his sister just that terrifying." Ceil was happier than he'd been in a while, all because he thought his demon butler might actually like the flamboyant reaper.

"I'm not sure..." He sighed heavily. "I don't like this not knowing things, thing...." He stretched slightly. "And I'm not acting human... I'm just simply confused." He looked at the boy. "And his sister isn't terrifying. She's just unhealthily violent." She crossed his arms. "That is all."

Ceil shrugged. "If you say so." He could tell this was frustrating Sebastian. The demon liked to feel in control. He liked to know everything and never be oblivious as to what was happening. "Sebastian..? Can demons fall in love?" He asked, wondering if his theroy was correct as far as what he thought might be wrong with Sebastian. He wasn't sure demons could love another being. Maybe they could though, and maybe it was just confusing Sebastian. That wouldn't explain the passing out though. That confused Ceil the most. "Sebastian? Are you dying?!" He asked, voice shrill and frightened.

"Dying?" He laughed, "I would know if I were dying. No, I'm perfectly healthy for a demon..." He smiled. "But as for this love thing, I'm not entirely sure myself. I know I never have fallen in love, but that's not to say it is impossible." He pondered this for a moment. Love didn't seem like an impossibility for him, but it made his head hurt again, so he just gave up on the thought for the time being. "Is there anything else you would like master?"

Ceil thought for a moment and then shook his head. "Only to go to bed. Also... Give Grell a visit tomorrow. He looked awful earlier...almost like he'd been runover by an elephant." He could remember how Grell had been deathly pale and covered in bruises. He had to winfer who'd beat the young reaper up like that. It was odd.
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Grell stopped faking sleep as soon as his sister left his room. There was no way he could sleep knowing that Sevastian may not be ok. He climbed out his window and grabbed his scissors, ready to go get some work done. He checked his 'to die list' and got rid of a few souls before collapsing up against a wall outside of a bar. He was bruised, battered, tired, and still couldn't sleep. He was starting to feel more than a little depressed as well.

Sebastian took the master to his room and changed him to his night clothes before putting him to bed. "Good Night Master." Sebastian walked down into the kitchen and got a drink before deciding to go outside to roam the town. It wasn't long before he walked by a bar and felt an unusual presence. He turned and saw Grell leaning up against. "What the hell are you doing here??" he moved quickly to the reaper's side

"What.. ?" He blinked a few times and then looked over at Sebastian. "I-I was finishing some work." He yawned and slumped against Sebastian, to tired to hold himself up. "Willam gets mad when I don't get my work caught up." He said quietly, pulling out a long list. "See. Still got over half to complete before tomorrow." He knew he should get up and finish of he'd be in for another beating. "Ya know...I'm not human...abuse laws kinda don't apply to reapers.." He had his eyes closed again, so tired he couldn't even keep them open.

"..." Sebastian swept the red-head up into his arms. "I'm going to take you to get some rest. I'll help you finish tomorrow, alright?" He walked to the reaper's home and into his room once more. "You need to rest..." He laid Grell in his bed and sat on the edge. "Please just sleep, alright?"

Grell shook his head and cried out. "N-No..." He stammered. "I have to finish it tonight! Willam will be so mad!!!!" He was gripping Sebastian's shoulder really hard, really scared that Willam would leave a big mark. He didn't want anything to leave a permanent mark on his perfect skin. He was glad Sebastian was with him. "I really can't sleep... I've got work to do." He was so tired though. Maybe Sebastian was right? But he didn't want to get hit again

"You will be able to work in the morning. So please just rest." Sebastian took the reapers glasses off and set them on the bedside table. "So sleep." He looked at the red-head with an almost worried look. "You won't be yourself without your rest anyways. And you need to be yourself, okay?"