The weather was dreadful as it always was, in the fall. Rain was continuous, and it seemed like the temperature dropped a few degrees each day. Grell hastened his step down the dampened sidewalk, bowing his head to keep his glasses clear of unwanted droplets of water. He briefly pulled out the file, glancing over the information of where the woman was supposed to die; he was only a block away. It wouldn't be long, now.

He once again picked up his pace, trying to rid his mind of some of the Undertaker's words. He couldn't focus on his own personal problems right then, when a soul was in jeopardy.

Rounding the corner, he saw a woman eyeing a stand that was filled to the brim with rotten fruit with disdain. It was a side street, so it was relatively empty. She was a rather plain looking, and she didn't look entirely too poor nor rich. In spite of the fact she didn't look special at all, Grell immediately tensed. This was Sarah Hawkins.

Grell plunged his hand into his coat, his hand wrapping around the wooden handle of his short Scythe; he had to be ready to Reap the soul.

He stepped into the side street, slowly following the woman who was making her way to the next street. She froze suddenly, reaching into the bag she was carrying, muttering something rather vulgar under her breath. She quickly turned around, walking back towards where she had come from, straight towards Grell.

His eyes darted around, trying to find a corner or something to duck into quickly, but he was too late; she had seen him. As soon as their eyes met, her expression turned from subtle confusion to that of extreme terror. However, that terror wasn't caused by him.

Her mouth worked, opening and closing as her eyes went wide. Her hand flittered up to her chest, her eyes turning downwards as well. Her light violet dress was slowly being stained crimson, stemming from the tips of golden knives, sticking out of her chest. Her eyes arose once more meeting Grell's, before she collapsed.

Grell blinked, the shock of such a sudden death, causing his hardened shell to quiver a bit. After a moment, he shook himself, looking past the now-dead woman.

Sebastian stood with his arms crossed loosely over his chest, a small smirk resting on his lips. "Mr. Grell," he greeted casually, walking over to the woman.

Grell gaped at him, his back tense. He took a step forward as Sebastian did, holding his Scythe out as a warning. Sebastian paused, tilting his head.

"I only hunger for one soul, and that soul is not her's," he said, sounding amused. "You can have her." He bowed over the woman, quickly pulling three golden knives from her back, wincing as a bit of blood got onto the sleeves of his uniform. "I will have to clean this later..."

Grell gave Sebastian a fleeting look, before plunging the Scythe into the woman. Her memories easily retracted into it, but Grell wasn't really watching them go by.

"I don't understand," he said quietly.

Sebastian tilted his head. "What is there not to understand?"

Grell gestured to the woman's body. "Why kill her? Under order?" he questioned.

Sebastian looked at the body with disinterest. "Hardly. I was just making sure she decided to stay uninterested in her old friend's son. Problem?"

Grell held up his hands, as the last of the silvery memories drifted into his Scythe. "None. I will leave your business as yours, for once.." He glanced at the short blade, before hooking it back in his belt loop. He was incredibly happy that Sebastian hadn't been...frisky...right then. He turned to go, without another word. However, Sebastian stopped him by pressing one of his knives to Grell's neck, causing a bit of blood to dribble down.

"No annoying banter? No horendous flirting? None of your rediculous "glomping", so you put it?" Sebastian questioned lightly.

Grell tried as hard as he could to muster up the strength, mentally and/or physically. However, he was unable to accomplish this, he settled for sighing, tapping Sebastian on the cheek.

"Oh Sebby, how it has been lovely~ Unfortunately...I have to go now," Grell said, pushing Sebastian's hand down. He nodded at him briefly, before disappearing down the alleyway.

Sebastian tilted his head, curious in spite of himself. But then he shrugged, tucking the knives away. He had to get back to Phantomhive Manor; it was tea time, after all.

A/N Yeah Sebastian~ I hope you enjoyed this chapter! Next chapter is a bit of a confrontation between Will and Grell...Uh Oh! Stay tuned!

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