Hello everyone! I am new to the Kuroshitsuji area. I love the Undertaker and Grell fics more than anything. So while I was ignoring my dried humor of an English teacher, I came up with this. Please Review and tell me if I should continue this or not.

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Warnings: This is a Slash fiction, which we all know it as guy on guy love. No hatin' please, it is just annoying and I usually don't care of what people think. This is a modern day AU. If you are not into those kind of things, it is a magical button left of your browser. It is the back button; use it. Forgive the choppiness of this; I had to type it quick before I go to my next class. There is some Sebastian being an asshole, just a warning. I do like Bassy, but I had to make him an asshole.

Pairings: couple!Sebastian X Grell and Undertaker X Grell

2 weeks in Paris.

Their marriage is past helping. Bassy isn't the man that Grell first fell in love with. That man was cold but polite and mysterious, such a handsome and well-dressed man. This man isn't the same one. This man abuses him and treats him like Grell isn't the most important thing in the world, like he did a years ago. So many years ago since the fateful moment that they met and fell in love, but that was so long ago. Grell doesn't even remember when he has ever smiled that he is truly happy. Grell sat on the winged couch, his red coat tossed on the back of it. Tears stained his eyes, recalling the beautiful moments they had together, and how long ago that was. Again, Sebastian had to say with that kid and he couldn't come. He was a butler once, ok he wasn't that great but still. The grandfather clock chimed noon, Bassy will be home and have lunch with him. Right on time the door opened. Grell jumped up and wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck. Bassy shoved him to the ground, landing on his butt.

"How many times did I tell you not to hug me." That cold voice that use to be sexy, now it is terrifying.

"I just wanted to show you how much I miss you. And that I love you." Grell said, not wanting to look up at him.

"I don't love you Grell." Traitorous tears fell from Grell's eyes. He looked up, barely seeing anything from the tears. Next thing he knew he is lifted off the ground by his thoat.

"Grell. I want you to leave my house and don't you dare return." With that tone, Sebastian walked back out of the door and out of Grell's life. Grell sat on the ground and sobbed. After awhile, Grell picked himself off the wood floor. In a strong haze he packed his clothes and walked out on the street.

It didn't take long for him to get to the train station, but he didn't remember how he got here. People didn't take noticed of Grell's appearance, nor his existence. Here he is, alone, upset and scared. The fear didn't rise up until he realize how alone he truly is. 'I hope that Will can help me. If he isn't still mad at me for being with Sebastian.' Scrambling though his bag for his phone, then discovered that his phone is dead. Tears really started to stream, he couldn't help but be scared and upset. A light plomp sounded next to him, causing him to look up and discovered a man sitting next to him. The man has a kind face and a light frown formed on the man's lips. The man's hair is long and grey, so long that the man's eyes were covered. On the man's head an odd top hat that had this crazy ribbon that is just as long as his hair.

"What is a lovely lady like yourself doing alone and upset?" His voice sounded so kind and fulled with concern.

"You do realize that I am a guy right?" With that statement, a large grin appeared on his face, indirectly and unknowingly caused Grell to have a small smile.

"Yes. That much is obvious. Not straight man would cry, much less in public. Pardon me for being so straight forward but from the looks of your appearance, you need it. I have an extra train ticket to Paris leaving here soon. If you would like to come with me, who or what caused you to be upset would be forgotten, at least for a week or two." The man handed him the ticket. He wasn't lying that the train is going to leave in a half an hour. 'He is right, I can get away from this, even for a short time. I finally get to see Paris. However, he could rape me or kill me and he need a way to hide my body'.

"If I was going to rape and kill you, I would have done it a while ago. I am a gentleman so you don't have to worry about that. How about this, If you go with me and you don't like me being with you and want to come back here to England, I'll pay for your ticket and you will never see me again. Without question." Now that he said that, Grell gave a small smile and nodded his head.

"I want to go with you. I'm Grell Sutcliff. What is your name?" Grell gathered up his things but discovered that the man had grabbed his suitcase and held his hand out to help Grell up.

"It's Undertaker." The pair headed to the platform to the Chunnel.

A/N Please please review! It makes me happy.