A/N: And for the last time in this story I'm saying thank you to all reviewers! Every new comment made me a little happier.
Chapter 5
A Kiss of Death
Thunder rumbled on the outskirts of London, the storm was leaving the city. Rain still fell heavily though, no one still dared to step outside without a risk of getting drenched in seconds. It was quiet apart from the sound of rain hitting the pavement in a steady, monotonous rhythm.
Ronald and William stood in a middle of a street, lonely figures illuminated by weak streetlight. Both of them, ignorant to the rain watched the body lying in between. Grell Sutcliff was dead, killed by William T. Spears.
William couldn't lift his gaze to meat Ronald's eyes; he stared down at the body of Grell. Watched listlessly as blood continued to ooze from the wound on his chest, a pattern of a red rose appearing on his dark brown waistcoat and white shirt. Grell might have found it beautiful, a fleeting thought passed in William's head. But he only thought it was revolting. Never before had death made him feel so sick.
Crimson soaked into his brown hair turning it red as well, a stunning saturated color – just the way it had to be. William watched the way Grell's hair changed, from the roots to the tips, followed with his eyes the path of color's distribution. And suddenly the histrionics of it stroke him as odd. Should it be like that? The blood was flowing from under the unmoving body, quickly washed away by the rain to a nearest drain; by any sense it should not reach Grell's hair like that.
Not daring to hope, William came closer to the body, mindful not to step into streams of blood, and got on one knee near the ex-shinigami's head. Almost not breathing he reached with one hand and turned Grell's face so that he was facing William. The dark haired man gently ran the pads of his fingers over Grell's cheek stopping over his lips and waiting for a feeling of breath under his fingers. None came. William quickly returned his hand to its position on Grell's cheek, not wanting to feel any more crushed hope.
"His hair is red," Ronald commented, finally catching up with William's train of thought. "Really red."
The wonder in his voice made William second guess his own thoughts. But Grell was not breathing…with the rain it was hard to tell, but sure William would have felt something, even the tiniest exhalation? He tore his eyes from those lips and eyed Grell's face. His heart stopped.
The eyelashes, color a darkest shade of crimson, trembled ever so slightly, movement so small it was easily missed.
And William's heartbeat accelerated to an impossible speed.
Eyelashes trembled and the eyelids opened with an effort. Bright yellow green eyes stared back at William.
"Will…" A weak voice called out, hoarse and faint.
"William," the dark haired shinigami corrected automatically, but smiled despite his words.
The red haired shinigami answered with a smile of his own, wide grin full of sharp teeth.
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Ronal Knox strolled down the corridor of his department, very much irritated and only a slightest bit angry. For the last couple of days he had to work overtime, and if you asked Ronald what he hated the most – his immediate answer would be 'Working overtime'. But after Grell returned, and mind you the blond was very happy to have his friend back even though he cursed his laziness every minute, Ronald's amount of work increased exponentially since then. Grell was too lazy to do assignments he deemed 'boring' and, Ronald thought cringing, he spent an alarming amount of time in William's office. No one dared to try and find out what they were doing there, even though the whole department was very curious. Ronald had his suspicious but decided to keep them to himself.
When Grell woke up, in the middle of a street in the darkness under the pouring rain, so weak he wasn't able to stand properly, Ronald felt relieved and happy, he couldn't stop smiling as he watched how William helped the red haired shinigami up, particularly holding all his weight while he draped one hand over the other man's waist and dragged him up. Grell was grinning all the time even when his knees buckled, too weak to hold him up, and he encircled William's neck with both arms. Later Ronald decided that this move was practiced long before and was performed with graceful ease. When Grell' body was particularly draped around William, which the red head claimed was a necessity so he would not fall down, they exchanged happy smiles, words of gratitude and 'How nice to see you back'. After that William disappeared, taking Grell with him, leaving Ronald alone. But the heavy rain didn't feel so unpleasant anymore and he was smiling all the way to his home.
That was almost a week ago and things went back to normal pretty quickly. Other shinigami just concluded that Grell became too interested in yet another murderer and followed him around or maybe found himself a yet another object of admiration and eternal love; he had disappeared for longer periods of time before that. William wrote another report, taking care of the official side of things. Life was good again for Grell Sutcliff. But not for Ronald Knox.
First days Ronald was happy to help Grell with work, taking some of his assignments because the red haired shinigami complained that he was not feeling well. But after a few days it became obvious that he was just using this as an excuse to push all his work on Ronald, because really, when an over excited man skips along the corridors of the department and upon reaching his boss' door happily and very loudly announces his arrival there is no way you'd believe he is still in a weakened state. When the blond suggested that maybe his friend could take care of his own work already, Grell exclaimed that as a younger and more inexperienced shinigami Ronald needed practice and so the red haired man graciously allowed him to take care of Grell's remaining case, which as well could be called all Grell's cases, because the red haired shinigami had not done any work at all since he returned.
And so, after yet another day of working overtime, Ronald was fed up with such predicament. He strolled angrily down the empty corridor (most of his co-workers already left), his final destination – the office of his boss William T. Spears.
Upon reaching the door Ronald grabbed the handle and pushed the door open with force. Full of righteous anger he-
He frozen barely haven stepped over the threshold. And cursed his foolishness. And wished that he was blind so that he would not have to witness this. He lowered his eyes to the desk quickly, his gaze falling on a pair of glasses, black ones and red ones lying side by side on the desk top. Then, curiosity taking over, Ronald lifted his gaze.
There was William in his chair behind the desk, that was fine. What was out of ordinary though was Grell sitting on William's lap, straddling him. Grell's hands were buried in the dark hair, messing it, gripping and tugging almost unconsciously. William's hand disappeared under the folds of the red haired shinigami's coat, constantly in motion, sliding over the skin of Grell's back under his untagged shirt. Soft sighs and moans filled the room as the couple continued kissing, oblivious to Ronald presence. Better if it stays that way, the blond decided and retreated quickly but very quietly, closing the door on his way out.
Probably it'd be better to talk to them in the morning, Ronald concluded and left.
The couple continued on, too engrossed in each other to pay attention to anything else.
The End
A/N: Good buy. I hope to see you all in another story:)