Disclaimer: I don't own Black Butler!

"Happy birthday, Will!" Grell screamed loudly, while running to hug William.

"Sutcliffe, how many times do I have to tell you, my name is William, not Will, and don't announce my personal life to everyone in the London division," William snapped.

"Will, you should treat a lady with more respect! Not that I don't like your coldness, of course. It's delicious!" Grell exclaimed, giving William a kiss a lingering kiss.

That was when Will's icy demeanour broke. "You know what, Sutcliffe? You are not a woman! You are a worthless shinigami, an idiot incapable of the simplest task! No-one likes you, not Allen, not Shaiyne, not Ronald, not that demon, not the Undertaker, and most definitely not me!" William shouted so loud that the all of the division that was in the building heard.

Grell had tears running down his face. Will almost stopped to apologise, but was so angry that he delievered the last blow.
"You know what I want for my birthday? I want you to die, and for me to never have to see your ugly self again, it sickens me so!" Will sneered.
Grell's face went eerily calm.

"Is that really what you want for your birthday,Will?" Grell said with a weak watery smile.

"Yes, it would be the greatest birthday present in the world," William said, still lost in his anger.
"Oh, okay, William, happy birthday," he said quietly, before darting out of the room.

By this time, Will had calmed down enough to realize the mass crowd that had accumulated around his office.
"There is nothing to see here, please return to your work, or overtime will have a long future of overtime."

-At Grell's House-

"So he really does hate me. Not that I can blame him. I am a freak. An imperfect stain on the world, just like I was as a human." Grell sighed to himself. "Even Madame didn't tolerate me. God, what's the point of wearing a mask if it always cracks!" he sobbed, punching the nearest object, which happened to be a mirror. Staring at his now bleeding and bloody fist, he vaguely remembered how he died in his human life. Suicide. Grell's lips curled up into a sad smile, as he pick up a knife and slashed himself wildly.

-At the Undertaker's shop-

"Byebye Ciel," Allen said, walking him to the door. After leaving Ciel, she went to the back room to join her sister and Undertaker. It was unusually quiet.

"Shaiyne-née? Undertaker-otou?" she said, looking around for them. When she found them, they were staring, horrified, at the book of deaths.

"What's wrong? Who's dying?" Allen asked. What she read next almost killed her. It read 'Grell Sutcliffe, Race: Shinigami, Age: 200 years, Cause of death: Suicide.'

"No, not Grell-née-née!" she shouted, bolting out the door.

"Shaiyne, go get your sister, she can't see Grell like that, it's not good for her heart and she left her scythe behind. Then take her to the Phantomhive's, or the Trancy's, I'll be there after I check this out, okay," Undertaker ordered, dead serious for once.

" O-o-ok, otousan, please make sure Grell-née is okay, please!" the also unusually calm Shaiyne said, running to catch her sister.

"Oh there will be hell to pay for who ever caused this," Undertaker muttered, dialling the dispatch to tell William.

-At the London Division Shinigami Dispatch-

"There's a phone call for you, Will-senpai, it's the Undertaker," Ronald said as he came in.
"Thank you, Knox," William said, dismissing the boy as he picked up the phone.

"What did you do, ?" the Undertaker asked icily.

"What do you mean?" William replied, thoroughly confused.

"Well, why don't you look in the book of deaths, you'll see what I mean. And after that, you'd go and fix the problem you caused" the Undertaker stated, before hanging up the phone. William picked up the book and read, dropping it just as quickly.
'Grell, don't you dare die, or I'll kill you!' thought William, as he ran to the red reaper's house.

'One more cut and I'll rid this world of one of it's biggest mistakes,' Grell thought giddily. William burst into the room, breathless, and the sight before him was horrifying at best. There lay Grell, his once long hair cut, his body mangled,tears streaming, blood everywhere. It was sickening.

"Grell! What heck were you thinking? Don't you die! The Undertaker is coming with medical help," William said, panic evident in his voice, trying to take the knife from Grell.

"No, Will, it's your birthday present, it's want you wanted, you said so. I love you, Will. Besides the light looks so pretty, and this time maybe it will work, no more coming back. Happy birthday … William," Grell said, closing his eyes.

"This is all my fault! Damn it, I'm sorry, Grell, once you wake up I promise to make it up to you, I swear, please just wake up!"