Here as promised is my drabble series about William and Grell, and the afterlife they built together. I was originally intending on just posting them as random drabbles, but as I was thinking about it… another idea came to me that would draw it all together. So just trust me (or don't XD), and all shall be revealed. I categorized this as only "Romance" because it will touch on many more genres, including humor, angst, drama and maybe even a sprinkling of smut ;) And fluff. Don't forget fluff.

There will be no particular order to each drabble unless stated, as they are just random moments in their lives, but all of the ficlets are following the events of "All the Difference". You don't have to read it to understand this though methinks, but it wouldn't hurt. Feel free to suggest scenarios/prompts of things you'd like to see, and I might just be inspired to give them a try =D

These drabbles depict a MalexMale relationship, and the rating may (and probably will) go up, so don't like… don't read :P As always I do not own Kuroshitsuji, but I suppose I do own my three random OC's that only appear in this chapter XD Please forgive my wild speculation and blatant making shit up… because really… isn't that what fanfic is for ;)

Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,
Could ever hear by tale or history,
The course of true love never did run smooth

A Midsummer Night's Dream Act 1, scene 1

March 4th 2011

London Shinigami Dispatch

Shinigami Library, lower level, Branch C

"Ssssssssssh!"

"Shut up! We're gonna get caught!"

"Only if you don't shut up!"

"Shut up! This is the place!"

The three bickering shinigami fell silent as they gripped the door's rusted handle and slowly turned. Creeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. They collectively cringed as the ancient hinges groaned in protest, then peeked inside to see that the coast was clear. Slipping inside and shutting the door quickly, all three breathed sighed of relief.

"God, if senpai catches us down here, we're dead!" a stocky young man with blonde hair and thick tortoiseshell glasses resting on his freckled nose whispered.

His concern was answered with a swift smack to the back of his head by a petite brunette girl wearing lavender frames. "You're such a wet blanket Andy! And why in the hell are you whispering? No one will hear us down here!"

Rubbing his head and wincing, Andy chuckled sheepishly. "Yeah, I guess you're right Becca. So, found anything good Matt?"

The last member of their party, a lanky young man with curly dark brown hair stood scanning the vast store of cinematic records. "Hmmmm, maybe… Ciel Phantomhive. It's not too long, which is good since you guys said you might wanna catch that party in General Affairs later tonight. Looks like he was… 16 when he died."

"When did he die?" Becca asked.

"1890. Looks like it'll be a period drama." He smirked and adjusted his thin wire framed spectacles, amused at his lame own joke.

"Way back then, he probably just died of illness of something. Their medical knowledge was pretty piss poor back in the day." Andy suggested in a slightly bored tone.

"Nah… the notes say…" Matt whistled in surprise, "…shit, the kid sold his soul to a demon!"

"Wow, don't see that much these days!" the blonde exclaimed.

"Yeah well, humans don't really believe in demons anymore do they? And even if they did, why would you need one to do your bidding when nowadays everything you'd ever need is only a Google search away?" The young lady of the group reasoned.

"True. So, this sound good, or you want me to keep looking?" Matt asked, holding up the record.

"Keep looking. Who wants to watch some brat order a demon around? There's gotta be something juicy down here!" Becca declared, joining her friend in search of quality evening entertainment.

Across the isle, Andy gasped and held up a massive cinematic record. "Look at the size of this one! It's gotta be a Shinigami… I can't make out the name though. He died pretty recently… 2004. You know… I bet some of our senpai are in here!" the young man excitedly exclaimed.

"Sounds good to me! How 'bout you Becca?" Matt laughingly asked, eager to see his senpai in their younger days… and possibly collect some blackmail material.

"Bring it on! I've been dying to get some dirt on Spears! Give me overtime will you…" she replied excitedly, grumbling the last bit to herself.

Andy set about readying the record for viewing while Becca and Matt busied themselves pulling throw pillows, blankets, popcorn and bottles of beer from large gym bags each of the them had brought. The projector hummed loudly as Andy sped through the record. This guy had been a shinigami for centuries, and they didn't have all night! Stopping at a random spot somewhere in the middle, he turned on the projector and settled down next to his friends as the picture flickered to life.

…nt to Will, more than anything, but the New Year just started, and I can't go breaking my resolution that quickly now can I?

"Whoa! This looks more like a chick flick! No way!" Matt lamented and moved to get up.

You're resolution? You mean, to be… kissed… by…

"A Yaoi chick flick! Sit your ass back down!" Becca squealed as she yanked Matt down by the sleeve with one hand and tossed some popcorn in her mouth with another, her eyes glued to the screen.

"Yaoi? Don't you mean gay? You are such a God damn nerd Becca." Andy muttered.

It really does make all the difference Will.

"Shut up!" she hissed, elbowing him in the ribs.

As the two men on screen locked lips Becca sighed and sat forward a bit, completely enthralled. Meanwhile Matt and Andy looked at one another and made exaggerated gagging noises. Unfortunately Matt found his eyes drawn back to the screen as one of the two lovebirds moaned particularly loudly. Squinting in disbelief, he whispered "Hey… doesn't that kinda look like…"

"There's no way…" Andy slowly replied, knowing what Matt was thinking but refusing to except it.

"…Spears senpai?" they both gasped in unison.

Three pairs of eyes stayed glued to the screen in shock as the cinematic record flickered on…

To be continued...