Grell frowned. "But you're not as nice when I'm myself..." Henprotested, feeling himself slipping closer to his sleep. He knew Willam was going to beat him senseless in the morning, but somehow having Sebastian so close and watching over him made it worth all of the pain. He curled up and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off into the land of his dreams. It was just so nice. He wasn't alone tonight, and though he felt sick and weak, at least someone was taking care of him and making him feel better.

Sebastian watched at the reaper fell asleep. He looked so peaceful, despite the bruises on his cheeks. "Sorry for all of this..." the Demon Butler whispered before grabbing his head in pain. No! You are too close! Leave the reaper now! "No..." Sebastian whispered to the ghost in his mind. You cannot remember! "Just... Let me remember..." His vision went hazy and he collapsed beside Grell, the storm burning inside of him once more as he battled to remember.

Grell looked up at Sebastian who was over him, their lips nearly touching. Sebastian's breath tickled his cheek and he smelled the soft scent of expensive cologne mixed with his own perfume. They were talking about something, something just typical and random, he couldn't even remember it anymore. They got closer and closer, Sebastian almost kissing him--- Grell woke to see he'd been dreaming the whole time. He sighed rather unhappily and then turned to see Sebastian sleeping beside. He smiled at that and laid his head back down, not planning on moving so he wouldn't wake the demon butler. He knew he'd have to get up soon and shoo Sebastian put before William got here or he'd be in even more trouble than he was already in. He wasn't looking forward to what would be happening when his boss arrived....he'd best brace himself and take it like a man. That was all he could do, because if he dared say anything about the way he was treated he'd lose his job, that wasn't something he'd tolerate.

Remembering is not an option! Sebastian felt as though his insides were being torn apart, and he couldn't bear it. What if remembering wasn't worth the pain? It isn't Sebastian... Nothing is worth all of this... Despite what the voice said, he fought to remember. A small sliver of something slipped through the locked door in his brain, a scent almost that flooded his senses. It was sweet with a slight cinnamon hint to it. He, however, couldn't place it before his eyes opened an unnoticeable amount. Grell was watching him, but he didn't quite want to 'wake up' yet. Something was telling him to stay. With a light sleepy sigh, he pulled the reaper against him, not really acting on anything other than a whim. His senses were flooded once more with the sweet scent. 'It's him...' He thought. But he couldn't place a reason as to why his scent would e behind that locked door.

Grell yelped as he was pulled back by Sebastian. He decoded he could settle in and let Sebastian hold him for a little while longer. He honestly didn't want to ever move from this one spot. He was warm and Sebastian smelled so nice. He snuggled his body tightly against Sebastian in an atempt to gain more of that scent and feel asleep again, happy that Sebastian didn't seem to dislike him as much lately.

When Grell woke up he nearly screamed, but managed not to make any noise as he got up from the bed. "O my god.." age muttered over and over, going to the shower. He was running late now and Willam would be here shortly. He quickly showered and dried himself, bot bothering to dry his hair before yanking on a rather flattering outfit. Willam didn't normally hit him quite as hard when he looked good. He then got his hair dried and fixed, deciding to curl it. He was going to have to do every and anything to try and get off the hook this time. He ram back to get his glasses, bot making it back to the room when an arm encircled his waist, pulling him backwards into the bathroom. He felt a sick feeling as the door was shut and locked. "Hello Willam." He whispered, feeling nauseous. Willam was grinning at him and holding his whip. "Grell, I want you to get on all fours and get ready." He was commanded and he did as was instructed. The first strike was on his rear and it didn't hurt too bad, but the second landed on his shoulder. Willam climbed over him and ripped off all but his underwear in order to get a good hit on his bare skin. Grell was reduced to a heap of sobs within seconds. One lick hit him in the face and he screamed like he was dying, loud enough to wake the dead.

Sebastian woke to Grell screaming and he bolted out of the bed immediately. He wasn't sure where the noise had come from but he stood up and checked the bathroom, just in time to see William pull back the whip. His eye twitched and he grabbed the whip as it was lashing down, hurting his own hand but preventing it from hitting Grell. "Don't you know it's wrong to hit a lady?" He ripped the whip out of the black-head's hand. "If you can't tell, he's sick. He will finish his work today." Sebastian cracked the whip, hitting William in the face.

Grell giggled and then smirked at Willam. "Yes Willy, do you not know how very rude it is to hit a lady? Bassie is right you know." He felt slightly more like himself and chuckled lightly. The fact that Sebastian had come to his rescue had him grinning like a fool. Willam didn't look very happy. "Excuse you demon. I will not be told what to do by the likes of you." He sounded so bland and Grell just stared at him. "Er...Will..he kinda just told you..." Grell said with a shrug. "Well get my work done as soon as possible. Will that make you happy Willy?" He asked and Willam looked like he might blow his top. He simply left and Grell stood up shakily, testing out his legs a little before staggering back towards his room. "Come now Bassie. I really have to get my work done or Willam won't give up so easily next time he comes."

"Grell, it's not wise for you to try to do so much right now." Sebastian curled the whip up in his hand so it was in a neat coil. "Your injuries are not the kind to even allow you to stand properly." He helped the red-head get onto his bed. "Alright? You need some cool washcloths and medicine..."

Grell shook his head at Sebastian. "Oh Bassie. I guess I can't expect you to understand...I haven't time for rest. As part of my job, I have to reap souls. I've missed a good bit of work and my boss is unhappy with me. That means that I have to go and work." He attempted to stand back up, but collapsed back down, huffing slightly. "Ughh!" He hissed. "I think he just might kill me next time." He declared, pretty sure it was impossible to die. Willam might very well subject him to eternal torture though. That wasn't something he wanted to experience. Grell was frusterated and rather down, so he just threw himself around the demon's neck, searching for some sort of comfort from the other. "Please...help me.." He begged.

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Ceil was very much missing Sebastian. This reaper's sister wouldn't do things as quickly and was a tad bit rude. He walked in to the room Sebastian and Grell were in, seeing a horribly beaten Grell clinging to Sebastian and he frowned, wondering what was going on. He didn't like Grell. He hated him even more for stealing Sebastian's attention for a few days. "Sebastian." The young boy barked. "Come and serve me! That's an order!" Grell could hear from his tone of voice that the child wasnt playing around. Grell's expression dropped even more, giving him a pitiful dejected look. "I guess...I guess you have to go now.." Grell said quietly.

Sebastian sighed and looked at his master. "Right away, sir..." he moved Grell's arms off him and stood, looking at him for a moment before mouthing an 'I'm sorry'. "Let us go, Ciel." He walked to his master, keeping the whip with him and walked us out of the house

Grell was feeling pretty heartbroken and alone again. "So much for anything good.." He muttered. He stood shakily and grabbed his newest death scythe. It was large and old fashioned with a huge skull at the top. A truly grosome looking weapon. He had the list of people 'to die' and then went out. He was so very sore and tired, but he managed to get all of the work done within the day. When he got home, he collapsed onto the couch until he heard a voice. "Willam?" He asked, frowning. "I did my work." William grabbed him and pushed him down into the couch, holding a blade to his cheek. "Let's see Sutcliff, where do you want your scar? Perhaps on your gorgeous cheek...o! How about I take that pretty green eye out with it?" Grell screamed and struggled. "No! Don't!" He protested. William laughed, but stopped. "Then I'd best not see you around that demon anymore." He threatened and then left. Grell was simply crushed and just laid there, crying.

Sebastian felt a tight pain in his chest, almost like something was being ripped away from him. "Master, is there anything you would like?" He waited for a reply, despite the voice in the back of his head. This pain will cease, it's better for the long run... He didn't let his face show his own anguish. He had been so close to the memory, and he knew it had something to do with Grell. The foolish, red-headed reaper that he just somehow couldn't shake.

The next morning when Grell awoke, he stood and looked around him. It was still kind of dark out and he decided he'd best get dressed and start his work. He was just going to do his work and nothing else from here on out. That when William came in again. He'd been seeing his boss way to much lately. William explained that Grell would be doing something odd today. He was to investigate the murders of several girls in a public school of London. He was going to have to find out who-or what- was killing them. It wasn't human whatever it was, because those people hadn't been on the 'to die' lists. That meant either a reaper or a demon had done this job. He was to dress as a young girl in her junior year and go to school there. Basically he was bait. He sighed and let William dress him up in his ridiculous uniform and then he was sent to stay with a foster family who had no idea who he was or what his real mission was. They just thought he was an orphan girl. He went to his new school and got ready to be bait.
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Ceil told Sebastian he didn't need anything else and simply went to sleep that night. When he got up, he saw he had a letter from the queen talking him about a series of murders in a public school. The oddest thing to him was the fact that the school hadn't been shut down. He shook his head, not sure if he really wanted to work this case. He knew he had to though. "Hmm. What do you suggest we do to solve this Sebastian?" He asked his butler.

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(school girl Grell :D)

"Well, I do think if her Highness sent us a message then we should investigate it surely." Sebastian said with a smirk. "I could go in and pose as a teacher. I do think I pulled off being a tutor quite well..."

Ceil grinned at the thought of Sebastian posing as a teacher at the highschool. "Very well. I think that's a rather good idea. You must hurry and get a position. Perferably today. I think you can handle it." Ceil winked at the butlers, knowing he would not fail.
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Grell was in his first block and already he was feeling shy. It was weird, because usually he was so very bubbly. He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and didn't make eye contact with anyone. He felt like he looked nerdy. He had braces on his sharp teeth to try and hide their oddness a bit. The guy in front of him kept casting him glances, and a few girls were whispering and pointing. His teacher had apperantly been hospitalized and they were looking for a long term substitute. Grell pulled out a sketch pad and decided to draw while they waited.

It didn't take long at all for Sebastian to be placed in a position at the school. He donned his black glasses and tutor outfit before walking into the room and simply picking up the chalk and writing his name on the chalkboard. "I am Mr. Michaelis." He finished the cursive with a sharp point and turned, immediately looking at the class roster. "I will be your teacher until your teacher is able to return to class."

Grell felt his stomach turn upside down when Sebastian walked in. He got really fidgety and then stood, letting his hair cover his face and muttered a soft. "I'm going to the bathroom." He then left, being sure not to let the butler catch a good look at his face. He went to the ladies room and then freaked out. What was he going to do?! William would murder him for being around Sebastian...yet he had no choice. Maybe the demon wouldn't notice him? He hoped not. 'Gwen' (his new name) looked a good deal different than Grell did. He was even acting different. He went back to class and took his seat, praying he wouldn't be found out.

Sebastian looked up at the class as the young girl walked out. "When I call your name, say present and then we can start the lessons." He called through the names, one by one, mentally marking each and every student. "Gwen?"

Grell had just been walking in and had a seat as his new name was called. "Here." He said quietly, trying not to call any attention to himself. He was nervous now, practically sick. He was scared Sebastian would notice him, and even more terrified that Will might really gauge his eye out if he found out Grell had been anywhere near Sebastian.

Sebastian stared at the red-head for a moment then returned to calling the roll. "Now that everyone has been accounted for, we can begin our lesson." He pulled out a lesson plan and began teaching.

"Psst..." the boy sitting beside Gwen called to her. "What the hell kind of girl are you?"

Grell froze as Sebastian looked a little longer than he liked. He was relived when he looked away though. His fist tightened when the guy whispered to him. He still managed to but on a sweet smile and then batted his long eyelashes. "What do you mean?" He asked, his voice sounding sweet and girly, just a hint of flirtatiousness behind it. "Surely that wasn't meant as an insult was it?" He asked the boy, trying to find put what was meant by that question. It was offensive and made him feel like he must be ugly, but he knew he'd have to shake it off.

"You're flat chested." The boy wrinkled his face in disgust. "You're never gonna get a guy when you look like one yourself!" The other guys around him snickered.

"Daniel." Sebastian said without turning around. "Dentention, one hour, today."

"But that wasn't /me/ Mr. Michaelis!!" He tried to play off.

Sebastian turned around and looked at Gwen/Grell. "Gwen, was this boy picking on you? Do remember lying will get you both in trouble."

"Y-Yes" He answered. Grell wanted to punch him in the face, but knew that then he'd just seem more like a man, he was a great 'actress' and he'd just play it off like a heart broken little teenage girl. He was wearing enough makeup. He started with thinking the safest thing he could, then made a little sobbing noise in the back of his throat, letting it sound high pitched and feminine. Then started the tears and the shivering. Eyeliner started running down his cheeks and he grabbed his things, leaving the classroom and Sitting down outside the door, crying loudly enough to be heard inside of the class. He really did feel kind of ugly due to the rude comment, but he'd get over it. After all, he really was a man. His bra was a small one, giving him a slight appearance of boobs, but still practically flatchested.

"... Class, do page One Sixty-Seven in your books..." Sebastian walked out of the door and sat beside Grell/Gwen. "Gwen, are you alright? You needn't pay any mind to a fool like that boy." He pulled a handkerchief out of his coat and handed it to him. "A guy who likes you despite your appearance should be the only one who's opinion matters."

Grell pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face away from Sebastian's veiw. Don't even pretend you'd go for an ugly girl even if he personality was good. No man's like that. I don't want to be ugly...it's not my fault.." He gave another sob, trying to work it a little. It seemed pretty real in his opinion, and he hoped that maybe something good would come from this. Maybe Senastian would hug him or something. He liked being close to the butler. "D-Do you think I'm pretty? don't lie."