Chapter one: Grell's story

Grell:

"I can't believe it took me three days to find Ciel's mansion. But it was worth it." I mumbled to myself as I walked up the pathway up to the onyx door.
I wonder if they will let me stay. This past week had been the worst week of my life. When I realized I was crying, Sebast-Chan opened the door. "Grell? What are you doing here?" Sebast-Chan's voice sounded surprised yet worried. Probably because I was crying.

"Sebast-Chan, I need to talk To Ciel please." I sobbed as I choked back more tears.

"Uh, very well. Come in..." Sebast-Chan's voice was distant due to worry.

Sebast-Chan:

"Bocchan is in his office currently. Follow me." I wonder what business Grell has with Bocchan, but by the looks on Grell's face it must be serious. After a minute of walking, I finally asked "What happened Grell?" Wondering if he was going to answer me.

"Sebast-Chan, please don't make me tell the story right now. I promise though, I will tell you after I talk to Ciel." Tears rolled down the Death God's face. Though this was not the face of the flamboyant Death God I had once known. This was the face of a sad, scared, almost depressed child who was lost in the world.

"I understand Grell." My voice was not cold and harsh as it usually is when I talk to Grell. My voice was kind and warm this time.

"Thank you Sebast-chan." I managed to smile at the Death God's reply which, in return made him impersonate a tomato. As we reached Bocchan's office, I knocked on his door and entered.

Ciel:

"Come in." I said as Sebastian entered the room.

"Bocchan, I have Grell Sutcliff with me as he wishes to speak with you." Sebastian's voice sounded slightly worried.

"Let him in." I ordered as I gestured toward the door.

"As you wish." Sebastian bowed and walked out the door. A minute later, Sebastian came back with Grell behind him. Grell looked like he had no purpose in life.

"Ciel can I talk with you alone?" Grell asked timidly.

"Sure. Sebastian, go and prepare dinner."

"Understood." Sebastian bowed and walked out the door.

After a few seconds I asked,
"What did you want to talk to me about?"

Grell:

Ciel's eye looked at me with an intensity that I couldn't fathom. I was so scared about what I was going to do if he said no. But I had to take a chance.
"I need a place to live!" I burst out suddenly. Shocked at what I had just said, I covered my mouth.
There was silence for a minute until Ciel finally asked,

"You need a place to live? Why?" Ciel's eyes softened with curiosity.

"I can no longer live at the Death God's Headquarters." I commented with less intensity.

"Why can't you live there anymore?" Ciel looked like a child that was going to be told a story. With a deep sigh I finally said,

"Ciel, do you remember my boss William?"

"Yes, I do. Go on." He inquired as he gestured.

"Right. Well, I think I should start my story a week before."
"Go right ahead." Sighed Ciel. He was probably getting impatient because he wanted to hear the story. So, I took a deep breath and started.

"It all began last Tuesday. I was doing some paperwork when I saw William looking at me with a strange look in his eyes. At first I didn't think much of it, but them it started happening every day. Then on Saturday he called me to his office. I didn't think about it so I went to there. When I got there, he opened and closed the door just like he always does, but this time he locked the door. When I asked him why he locked the door, he walked up to me and wrapped his arms around me, and then he threw me onto his desk. Before I could do anything, he was on top of me, unbuttoning my shirt." I had to stop. I felt like my heart was going to fly out of my mouth. But I knew Ciel wouldn't even consider letting me stay until he heard the whole story.

"Well, go on." Ciel demanded. For a 13-year old boy who was listening to a story about rape he looked very interested in what I had to say.

"Okay. Okay, Well as I was saying, since I am almost as strong as William, I managed to push him off me as he finished unbuttoning my shirt. After he recovered from the fall off the desk, he punched me in the stomach with all his force, and then he proceeded to cut and stab me with his scythe. Not enough though, to kill me. I managed to get up and punch him in the face a couple of times, grab my shirt and run for my life. It then took me three days to get here. Mostly because of my bad sense of direction."

Ciel:

Tears were falling into a sobbing Grell's hands as I asked,"You said William cut and stabbed you? Could I see the wounds?"

"Um, okay. If you don't mind me taking my shirt off..." Said Grell as he was unbuttoning his shirt. When his shirt was completely off, I saw so many stab wounds, cuts, and scratches on his arms and chest that I couldn't begin to count them. There was a massive bruise on his stomach, but what scared me the most was on his back. On his back was the convent that Sebastian and I held, cut and stabbed into the Death God's back.