Okay, so this is probably the longest epilogue, ever. This is the true last chapter of Unhinged, and I want to thank all of you that have stuck with it.

Just one quick note that I think I forgot to mention: When I had Grell use the americanized nickname "Bassy", it's actually because I find it to be quite mocking and condescending. So it's an "add insult to injury" kinda thing.

Anyways, on with it!

Cheers!

-Pk

Grell threw his head back, moaning wantonly, in pure bliss as William's skillful tongue circled his head, teasing him and bringing him almost to the brink before stopping. Grell's acid-tone eyes cracked open and he glared down at the black haired man in a way that made him shiver. William lifted himself up; casting a glance back at the door to make sure it was locked, and settled himself in Grell's lap, slipping Grell's length into himself with his own, long, drawn out moan deep in the back of his throat. Everything about this was so wrong but at this point, neither of them cared. The office door was locked, their initial morning paperwork was done, and they weren't scheduled for any new recruit training today. Which was unusual, but they took it in stride.

William grasped the back of Grell's chair, on either side of his head, as Grell dug his nails into William's hips, bracing him. The redhead had slid down in his chair, his legs spread wide to keep him from falling out as William lifted himself slowly, torturously and then slid back down, his open shirt and half undone tie falling forward on Grell's chest. Grell couldn't help but stare as William rode him, slowly, his half-dressed state just making the scene hotter. His white dress shirt was open, tie hanging loosely, vest and suit jacket missing and pants hastily shoved away so that one leg was still caught in them. Grell groaned as William leaned down, resting his head on Grell's shoulder and nipping at his neck. Grell slid one hand down, gripping William and stroking him loosely, his movements matching William's slow and languorous pace, causing William to bite down hard on Grell's neck. Grell gasped, thrusting up hard, hitting William's sweet spot and causing the man to groan.

"Grell…" William moaned, his spring green eyes opening only briefly as he caught Grell's lips, plunging his tongue in the red reaper's mouth, mindful of those razor sharp teeth. Grell took William's tongue and sucked it, making William moan and ride Grell harder. In turn, Grell picked up the pace; his free hand leaving William's hip to slide under the loose white shirt. Hastily, William shoved open Grell's still buttoned shirt, sliding his hands up the lean planes of Grell's body, stopping and playing with his sensitive peaks. The redhead squirmed, bucking up and making William slam down into him. It was just much too slow for Grell now and, in one quick movement, they were up and out of the chair as Grell shoved William onto his desk, sending his stuff flying, and slammed harshly into Will, wrapping the black reaper's legs around his waist. It was William's turn to throw his head back (the crack sounding quite painful, though he didn't seem to notice) and moan wantonly. One hand on Will's hip and the other on his leaking member, Grell slammed in repeatedly, keeping the same pace with his strokes.

"Fuck, Grell!" William was lost in the sensations as he gripped Grell's desk behind his head with enough force to start to splinter the redwood. Grell grinned and chuckled as his name continued to fall from the man's lips. He loved how vocal William got, especially since he was so quiet normally. Pulling William towards him in time with his thrusts, Grell released William's cock, instead reaching up and grabbing one of William's hands. The black haired man looked confused for a second before Grell moved his hand to his own cock and wrapped it around. William moaned again, feeling so close, but not there yet, and stroked himself in time with Grell's thrusts. The redhead almost lost it then, grabbing William's free hand and twining their fingers together as he leaned down, biting hard on William's neck. In the time they had been together, Grell had learned that William not only liked being bitten, but loved it, and, true to form, William uttered a small scream when Grell's razor fangs pierced his skin. It was too much for the redhead as he came, hard, deep inside William's body. William felt his lover come inside him and released, his essence spilling all over his hand and stomach. They slouched there, on Grell's desk, both their bodies humming with post-coital bliss for what seemed like forever before Grell finally moved.

Slowly, he removed himself from William's limp form and sat with a thud back in his chair, belt buckle jingling quietly, and reached into the bottom right-hand drawer of his desk, pulling out a box of tissues. He cleaned himself off first, before buckling his pants, and then proceeded to clean the still unmoving William, making him twitch with every swipe of his still sensitive member. William tried, and failed, to glare at him but gave up as he was content to lie at the odd angle he was in on the desk. Once he was cleaned up, however, he finally slid off, hitching his pants up before buttoning his shirt and fixing his tie. Grell was grinning at him, his shirt, vest, ribbon and coat already fixed, the messy, short red hair left alone. William envied Grell that: now that he kept his hair short, Grell's red locks were always in some state of disarray, making it impossible to tell when he'd just been playing with it a lot and when it was sex hair. Of course, since William let it hang down like he had in his academy days, his wasn't so obvious, but people could still tell. He was mortified when Ronald had given him a big grin and thumbs up after walking out of the office after a similar situation last week. His, unlike Grell's, didn't naturally stick up, after all. So the fact that it was sticking up in odd angles from where Grell had gripped it clued the young Shinigami off, making William avoid him for the next several days. Gathering his vest and jacket, he put them on and flattened his hair again before fixing his pants and perching himself on the edge of Grell's desk.

"You know, I can't help but think we had something to do today." He said. It wasn't like William to forget things but with all the excitement that morning, he felt he was excused. Grell shrugged, pulling his gloves back on. William had to admit, he liked the way Grell held himself now; messy hair and eyeliner, uniform shirt, vest and gloves but with Madame Red's coat, actually worn pulled up on his shoulder's like a normal coat now, at least while in the office, ribbon and heeled boots. It just fit Grell so much. Even the red glasses with the ornamental chain that William used to hate so much. William leaned over, capturing the man's lips and making Grell smile around the kiss. Something caught William's eye as he pulled back slightly, and he gestured to it.

"Hey Grell, what's that?" He asked, pointing at the half-hidden card under the desk. Grell reached down, grabbing it. He flipped open the fancy white card and read it, jumping up as he was finished.

"Shit! William we forgot about the wedding!" He grabbed William's hand and ran out the door, dragging the black reaper along with him. William felt incredibly stupid in that moment. Of course today was the wedding! That's why they didn't have any new recruits to teach or any assignments to go on. The card fluttered to the floor, still open as the reapers red and black ran out.

Grell and William,

I would like to personally invite you to my wedding to Ciel, as my honoured guests, for returning my fiancée to his loving self. It has been years since he has been so happy and everyone in the Phantomhive household said it was all thanks to you. The date is September 18th. Please come!

Sincerely yours,

The future Lady Phantomhive, Elizabeth Midford.

The card had arrived about a month beforehand, delivered by the eccentric Undertaker and sealed with the Midford crest. The silver reaper had tried several times to read the card over their shoulders before finally just snatching it away, holding it above their heads (seeing as even without his boots he was several inches taller than either of them) until Ronald came around and jabbed him in the side, making the tall man squirm and crack up. Grell and William had both given the gold reaper a weird look, but Ronald had just shrugged. They had come to the conclusion that it was just one of those things that he had found out staying with Undertaker at his shop for so long. Not long after, Ronald himself had gotten an invite for his part in the ordeal and even the Undertaker had one, having announced his own by bursting into William's bedroom while they were in the middle of a romp. After staring for several seconds, the eccentric man grinned and asked if he could join, leading to a very interesting rest of the evening. William grinned to himself as Grell stopped them in front of the Phantomhive manor, straightening his clothes and trying to flatten his hair. A year had passed since the day they "freed" Ciel Phantomhive and Sebastian Michaelis, and they had had no more trouble with either of them. Tanaka was waiting on the front steps for them, along with Ronald Knox, in his normal work clothes and the Undertaker, looking pretty much the same aside from the festive ribbon tied around his hat and a new sash, both obviously compliments of Elizabeth Midford, seeing as they were an eye-watering shade of pink.

"Mr. Sutcliff, Mr. Spears. How nice of you to join us! Mr. Knox kindly informed me that you were in the middle of your daily exercises and would be along shortly." Tanaka smiled, his kind old face showing no hint of understanding what Ronald meant. Will went a shade of pink to rival that adorning the Undertaker as said madman burst into a flurry of unsuppressed giggles. Grell was unphased and simply followed the other reapers and the old man in, being lead through the mansion and into the back garden, where a gazebo was set up along with a handful of people in chairs. It was an extremely small wedding, considering it was among the nobility but such was expected out of the Phantomhive house. They were, after all, a very private family. The reapers followed Tanaka to their places in the second row of the right hand side, behind the obviously appalled Midford family. Grell smiled, flashing his razor sharp teeth, and sat right behind the Marchioness Midford, making the strict woman look thoroughly uncomfortable. With William on his left and Undertaker on his right, he felt quite comfortable, and even spared a moment to chuckle at Ronald, on William's left, flirting across the way with Mey-Rin. He nudged William and pointed at the Midford nanny, Paula (seeming to be quite jealous), which caused William to give the gold reaper an exasperated look to make him behave.

Tanaka had taken his seat beside Sebastian, who was opposite of Paula and looking uncharacteristically weary. After Tanaka was Snake, then Bard, opposite of the Marquis Midford, Marchioness Midford and Edward, the Midford son. Behind them were Mey-Rin, Soma, Agni and finally Pluto, those four sitting opposite the four Shinigami. Grell saw Sebastian glaring at him and waved daintily, making Sebastian turn an interesting shade of green. William snickered. The reapers saw Ciel learn over to Sebastian, irritably.

"What are they doing at my wedding?" He hissed, blue eyes glaring into the still alien chocolate brown ones. Sebastian sighed, casting them a disdainful gaze.

"They're Lady Elizabeth's honoured guests, my lord. There was nothing I could do about it. And I'm quite sure, by the way they all look so amused, that they can here every word we're saying." Sebastian cast another weary gaze at them before straightening up in his seat, Ciel returning to his position in front of the priest as the string quartet behind the gazebo started to play. Everyone was silent as the Marquis Midford, having left his seat shortly after the reapers took their's, led his daughter up the aisle. Elizabeth had turned into a beautiful young woman, somewhat slight and missing her pigtails now. Instead her golden ringlets hung in a loose bun, several pieces falling artfully down. Her green eyes were excited and she smiled brightly at the Shinigami as she past them and took her place before the priest, her face hidden by the translucent white veil. In her hands were a dozen bright pink roses, tied in a white cloth with a pink ribbon. The priest cleared his throat as the Marquis returned to his seat.

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today—"

"Earrrllll? Are you out hereee?" the harsh voice cut through the ceremony, startling the quartet and the guests alike. Grell snickered, recognizing the voice as Ciel ground his teeth. The Earl Phantomhive practically hissed at his butler.

"What is he doing here?" Ciel glared as Lau, accompanied as always by Ran Mao, wandered his way into view. All the reapers were snickering by now.

"Ahh Earl! Is today your wedding? My invitation must have been lost by the courier then." Lau smiled and shooed Pluto (who was content to sit on the ground) out of his seat and took it, Ran Mao perched, as always, on his lap. Still smiling, Lau gestured to the priest.

"Please continue. I hadn't expected the little Earl to make such a fuss about my being late." Ciel looked like he was going to murder the Chinaman and the Undertaker lost it, loud guffaws tearing through his throat until he hiccupped himself to relative silence a minute or so later. The Midfords looked absolutely horrified that these were their daughter's guests. The priest cleared his throat and started again.

"Dearly Beloved, we are gathered here today to join Earl Ciel Phantomhive and Lady Elizabeth Midford in holy matrimony…"

All in all, the ceremony only lasted a little while, with each saying their vows before Ciel placed the ring on Elizabeth's finger gently. Grell clasped William's hand as they watched the two share a brief, but honest kiss and the music started again, this time a full orchestra instead of a string quartet. The reception was being held inside, in the grand hall, and the guests filed in, congratulating Ciel and Elizabeth on the way.

The grand hall was decorated with somewhat toned down versions of the decorations Grell remembered from the first time he met Elizabeth, all of them matching the wedding's theme of white and pink. It was set up as a ball would be set up, with small tables here and there but mainly just a large, open dance floor and the orchestra off to one side. As soon as everyone was inside, the music started and Sebastian, along with Mey-Rin, left their positions as guests and started serving drinks and small finger-foods, including Sebastian's famous curry bread. Grell, his days at the House of Barnett kicking in, took one of the trays on habit and started going around with the tea. William and Ronald both looked baffled by this , but the Undertaker and Lau both looked amused. Ciel, however, was appalled.

"You blasted klutz, put it down before you—!" He stopped, midsentence, as Grell spun the tray in his right hand, using the left to pour the tea out perfectly into five delicate cups, not a single drop spilling as he replaced the teapot in the center and looked to Ciel, Elizabeth and the Midfords.

"Would you care for some sugar, or milk?" He asked, Elizabeth squealed delightedly as he plopped four cubes in her's, one in her father's, three in each her mother and brother's and then five in Ciel's, stirring them quickly and adding just a dash of milk to the young Earl's as well, dumbfounding him. They each took their cup and were astonished at the perfection.

"How do you…?" Ciel trailed off as Sebastian came up to his side, looking both stunned and annoyed. Grell grinned. He was probably pissed that Grell had acted the fool while he was here.

"Please. I took care of Anne for nearly three years. It was only us in that house, after all, no one else, outside the cleaning staff. But we never really saw them. I only acted the fool to not break my disguise, Earl. I still remember how Angelina takes her tea. Strong, with six sugars, a splash of milk and a hint of mint, to keep her stomach settled. Her favourite meal was lamb chops, medium rare, with salad and soup and a baked potato. She liked her baths to almost the point of scalding and always took them before bed. She preferred to sleep in the right side of the bed, facing the window and was quite the blanket hog." Grell laughed, remembering his time spent with Madame Red. She was so different than William. But he loved them both. "She found it amusing the way I can't see without my glasses." He smiled a sad smile and Elizabeth patted his hand. Setting the tea tray down, he grabbed a flute of champagne from Sebastian and held it in his right hand, trapping it gently with a spoon to get the attention of the mingling people.

"If I could have your attention? I'd like to read a toast, left to me by Angelina Durless, for her nephew's wedding. Just a moment of your time, then, to honour the wishes of a loving woman who can't be here to see her family's happiness." He paused, reaching into his coat and bringing out an envelope sealed with a seal William had never seen before. He assumed it was Madame Red's. Annoyed, he huffed as Grell read.

"My greatest blessing to my loving nephew and his beautiful new wife! I'm sorry I won't be there to tell you myself but I have left instructions to Grell to read this at your wedding, and to Elizabeth to make sure he does. I want to wish you the best, Ciel, and hope you treat your wife as well as your father treated my sister. Elizabeth is a wonderful girl and incredibly committed to you, and you should make sure to keep her happy.

Now I have something I need to say to you, Ciel, that must be said to this entire room. I wish for you to not begrudge Grell what happened to me." Grell paused, a soft look on his face. William felt his blood start to boil. He really did hate hearing Grell talk about that woman, after all. "What he did was on my own instructions. I had him do what he did to set me free of the life that made me so miserable. It was selfish, but I needed to move on, and that was the only way. I wish you to stop any grudge you have towards Grell Sutcliff, for he did not do anything I didn't ask him to. We planned my death. I knew what would happen. I love you Ciel, and I wish you all the best. That includes letting the hate out of your heart.

Congratulations, my darling family."Grell stopped reading and raised his glass again. "On behalf of Madame Red: Here's to the happy couple! Cheers!" The echo of "cheers" was heard all around the room, aside from one voice that was missing; William was standing, staring at Grell with an accusing look on his face. Grell downed his champagne as William crossed the room. Ciel and Elizabeth were talking quietly amongst themselves and just as William went to speak, Elizabeth spoke up.

"It was you who killed my Auntie Anne, Grell?" She sounded so sad that Grell felt guiltier than ever.

"She asked me to. She was really sick." He answered, setting the empty flute on Sebastian's tray, who looked thoroughly annoyed by this. Ciel's face hardened.

"What do you mean?" He snapped, looking furious. Grell sighed.

"She was slated to die from the infection that was eating away at her body from the inside out. It would have been very painful and completely degrading, which is why I did what I did." He shot back, baring those razor fangs. The Midfords paled and Elizabeth looked shocked.

"Auntie Anne… That's what she meant when she said that she asked you to set her free from her miserable life?" Elizabeth asked. Grell nodded, opening his mouth to speak, just to be cut off mid sentence by William.

"I think we need to talk, Grell." William's face was cold, distant, and furious. He hated hearing about Madame Red. She was the only person aside from William that Grell said he legitimately loved, instead of just having little flights of fantasy about or just liked annoying, like Sebastian. It made William incredibly jealous and he couldn't stand the feeling. To have him talk so much about her at a wedding, of all things, was just too much. Grell looked annoyed, but simply pulled out a business card and signed his name on the back of it, handing it to Elizabeth. She made a small noise, sounding impressed.

"You're left-handed, Mr. Grell?" She asked, making Grell grin (the Midfords decided at that point to go talk to Soma and Agni loudly about the curry bread, Edward taking the chance to dance with a stunned looking Paula) and flash those razor fangs again.

"Yes, I am." He said, pointing to the card. "Just give that to the Undertaker if you ever need anything, Lady Elizabeth. This might be a while." The redhead turned, stalking forward and dragging William away by the upper arm.

"What the fuck is your problem?" Grell hissed, once they were out of earshot. William yanked his arm out of Grell's grip and stepped back. He really did not want to be touched right now.

"My problem? My problem is that you keep fucking talking on and on about that woman at a fucking wedding!" William spat at Grell. The redhead stepped back, looking shocked.

"You're freaking out because I'm talking about Angelina with her family?" Grell bared his teeth, growing increasingly furious. He had dealt with William's tendency towards jealousy for a year, even going so far as to put his photo of himself and Madame Red in his desk drawer when William was staying in his room with him. But this, starting a fight like this was a bit too much. William snarled at him. By this time, the entire small wedding was staring at them, Ronald and Undertaker both uneasy. They knew just how vicious William and Grell's fights could get.

"No, I'm freaking out because you're acting like you miss her!" William yelled. His temper was coming through and he was shaking. In the blink of an eye he had his shears, more out of instinct than anything. The motion did not go unmissed by Grell however.

"I do miss her! I regret every day what we had to do! And what, are you going to attack me for it? Sometimes I really think I made a mistake William!" The silence was pounding. Grell's face was flushed with anger and his eyes were shining with unshed tears, but whether from what he said or the embarrassment of fighting in public was unknown.

"…A mistake? What, you think we're a mistake?" William swung his shears, pointing them at Grell's throat. The red reaper's face went blank and he stood up straight, his short hair gleaming in the light as he towered over William. Everyone in the room knew that there was danger now. The Phantomhive servants were surrounding the Midfords and the newlyweds. Ran Mao had her clubs out and Agni was in front of Soma, looking ready to attack in a moment. But Grell wasn't interested in anything but the fight at hand. Finally he grinned, those fangs gleaming and his acid tone eyes cold. William felt the blood drain from his face but kept his hands steady.

"Angelina Durless never cheated on me, William." He said, quietly. There was a gasp from the other reapers and the three young women of the group. William shears dropped.

"Grell…" He said. It had been a mistake. It had just been a mistake and Grell said he had been forgiven and—

"Don't. Do not call me by my name. You don't deserve it. I told you to let it go because I thought you'd have enough sense to not do anything stupid ever again. But you expect me to forgive you? And when it was one of our damn students? I never forgave you." Grell adjusted his glasses in a sick mimic of the normal movement made by William, before turning and starting to walk away, addressing William from over his shoulder. "Angelina understood me, William. It seems that you don't. You're fired. Get your shit out of my office—"

William's shears went snapping past Grell's head, taking off a few strands of red hair. Grell turned, his eyes flashing and, in a burst of silver and ruby, his chainsaw roared through the air, colliding with William's shears. A second swing and the clang of metal on metal, and the head of William's death scythe went flying away. There was a collective gasp from both the reapers and the former demons.

William paled completely. The only thing a death scythe couldn't cut was another scythe.

Except Grell's chainsaw had just torn through William's shears.

Two more swings and the shears were down to half their size. William backed up, dropping the remains as Grell held the saw level with William's head. William saw the huge mistake he had made. For years he thought that Grell was right-handed. It was scary to see him fight right handed. If he was doing that with weak swings the whole time…

"Grell, please, calm down!" He said, raising his hands to show he was not going to try anything else now. Grell scoffed, switching the saw off, but not lowering it. All the eyes in the hall widened. Grell had customized his blade again. Instead of once blade every five links on the chain, there was now a blade on every link, making it much more deadly. Each one was razor-sharp and the gap in the base that had allowed it to become jammed before now had a grate over it, eliminating its only weak point. Even the blade itself was longer now too, making its swing that much larger. William swallowed, nervous.

"I will do no such thing, William." He said. He saw the other two reapers, their faces unsure, pull their scythes out. Grell lowered his scythe to his side. "Fine. If you won't leave, I will. I need someone that'll stand by me no matter what. I need someone that actually loves me, William. For all your kind gestures and sweet words, for the past three and a half centuries you treated me like crap. You beat on me, degrade me, demote me. You abuse me and cheat on me. Hell, the reason I love Angelina is because she understands. Do you remember the office party right before I left? Where you pulled me into your office and had at me, got me all bothered and got yourself some… Well, for the sake of the youths in the room I'll just call it a 'happy ending'? Of course not. You were drunk as fuck because you kept accepting drinks from the higher-ups as you laughed at their corny jokes and kissed so much ass it got you promoted. Then you show up next to me, drag me away from my nice debate of proper soul-retrieval with Alan and Eric. For what? To be told it was all a mistake? Oh, my favourite part was when you handed me money and told me 'thanks, I needed that'. You stupid fucker." William's face was red with fury when Grell looked up again. They stared each other down for a couple minutes before William uttered the worst possible thing he could have said to Grell.

"Well, maybe I wouldn't have if you didn't act just like those women you hated." The room went silent as Ronald and Undertaker tried to drag William away. Even Ciel and Sebastian were scared by now, since they knew Grell's temper and what he had done to Mary Kelly. They had a feeling he was about to do the same to William. But then Grell shocked them all by bursting out laughing. And when he gazed at them all, what they saw in his eyes made the servants of Phantomhive actually escort the Midfords and Paula out of the building, into a carriage and send them away quickly.

What was left of Grell's sanity had broken.

Grell had broken.

Once the Midfords and Paula were gone, all the servants took up their places, along with the reapers, Lau, Ran Mao, Soma and Agni. If they were lucky, maybe one of them would survive. Slowly, Grell raised his scythe. They all braced themselves, but the thing was never switched on. It just stayed as it was until Grell switched it to his other hand, and buried it deep into the marble floor of the hall. Instead, he pulled out a small book. The reapers gasped, realizing what it was. William gathered his shear's back together, quickly mending the scythe. It was about all he could do, and it wouldn't last long, but he felt he might need it.

"whose Cinematic Record is that?" He asked the deranged redhead. Grell just smiled, that sad smile of his, before flipping open the book and setting it down on the ground, his left hand bringing the record up and out in a slow, controlled manor. The Undertaker tensed next to William. Slowly, the record became a whole, translucent figure, with short red hair and a curvy form, the ghost of a red dress adorning its body. The ghostly figure of Madame Red stood there, merely an echo of what she was. Ronald and William both looked confused, but Undertaker was pale and had a white knuckled grip on his scythe, now openly pointed at Grell. It was Ronald who finally asked why.

"Unlike other immortals, Shinigami can only be created." The Undertaker said, like it explained everything in the world. It made Grell look up and grin at them, flashing those razor fangs.

"That's right. We can only be created. And once we're created, we forget that we were once human. Of course, that's because our creators erase our memories. Unless of course, one is strong enough to resist that stage of our birth, which is rare. In fact, the last recorded case was, oh, almost five centuries ago right? And you created him. On accident, wasn't it? The soul you transformed was so unstable he had to be locked up for the first hundred years of his life, resulting in a late graduation from the academy, three hundred and fifty years ago. Roughly." He grinned as William and Ronald stared at him. The Undertaker looked stunned. By now, most of the humans had realized he didn't intend to do anything to them and were merely watching, amused. "Do you remember the day I died, Undertaker? I do. I remember welcoming you in open arms, because my life as a human was so horrible I wanted to die. But it was a demon, wasn't it, that attacked you? Because he had been promised my soul by someone as payment? So when I died, he was furious. My own cinematic record was still in this stage of not collected and yet already dead, so when that demon tore your throat, face and hand open and your blood, Shinigami blood, splattered across my soul, I was born." The room was shocked by the confession, none more so than William and Ronald. Still the ghostly Madame Red stood between the book and Grell's hand.

"And that's when I retired, yes. I also remember you absorbing all the power you could from me, to the point where I couldn't even heal properly." Undertaker's scythe was pointed directly at Grell. "You became something we had never seen before. We had to do what we did. I had to leave because of it. But your memory… We made sure it was gone. How'd you find out?" Grell looked over at Sebastian and Ciel, pointing.

"When they attacked me, I died for a little while, while my body healed. Or maybe it's better explained as I fell within myself. When I woke up, I remembered. Everything. I remembered being hurt as a mortal. I remembered a demon coming after me and running away. I remember someone running me over with a horse and then you showing up. Then the demon showing up. I always kind of thanked that demon. Because if not for Claude Faustus, I wouldn't have been reborn as a Shinigami, after all. That's why I let him take Alois Tancy's soul. A life for a life." Grell removed his hand from the top of the shadow-figure's head, removing first his red jacket, tossing it onto his chainsaw, then his left glove, setting that down on top of it. He brought his wrist up to his face and grinned. The other reapers realized what Grell was going to do the split second before he was going to do it.

Grell chomped down on his wrist, a burst of blood issuing from his lips, splattering on Madame Red's book. The shadow-Angelina twisted, a scream coming from both the opaque throat and the book itself as the blood absorbed into the book's pages. Grell set his hand back on Madame Red's head and the blood flowed through the memories. Before the eyes of every person in that room, the form of Madame Red solidified, the image of the dress falling away to leave her bare skin (both Ciel and Elizabeth closed their eyes and turned away at that) making most of the men in the room stare in an inappropriate way and Lau chuckle lightly to himself. Slowly Ran Mao lowered her clubs as she and Lau meandered over to the red pair as the Madame collapsed, Grell catching her easily and grabbing his coat, tossing her coat over her to preserve her modesty. The cinematic record book was no more. Angelina, like all Shinigami, was a living version of her book. There was a light scar between her breasts where Grell's chainsaw had pierced her and it was Elizabeth that broke the silence.

"Aunt Anne!" She exclaimed, going to run over to her, but having Ciel stop her. Sebastian stepped forward, looking weary and ragged like he had since Ciel had turned into a demon six years previous. A took one step then another, like he couldn't believe his eyes. Grabbing the rifle Bardroy had leveled at them, he shouldered it himself, clearly intending to shoot the group of them. However, Grell had other ideas. Reaching into his and Madame Red's coat, he whipped out with what looked like a flash of silver, before, in what was obviously a cruel mockery, he threw it, the flashes turning out to be silver knifes from the table he had set the tea tray on earlier. Four of them went flying into the air and with sickening thumps, landed in Sebastian; one between the eyes, one in the heart, one in the throat and one piercing the hand on the trigger. The man fell backwards, struggling for breath as he drown in his own blood. The other servants and Ciel, shocked, started for him, only to stop suddenly.

"Lau!" Ciel exclaimed. The Chinaman and his fierce bodyguard were there, Ran Mao brandishing the clubs at them. Ciel held them back, knowing she could go toe to toe with both Grell and Sebastian if she chose. None of them could handle her. Lau chuckled and hefted Sebastian into his arms, carrying the dying man easily.

"Sorry, Earl. It's just good business. The Madame and Grell far outdo you now, and I'd rather be sided with the stronger party." He walked back to the red reaper, clutching the spasming man as Ran Mao stalked backwards, still holding the large clubs. By now, Madame Red was standing and she scanned the place with large, golden- emerald eyes sightlessly. Grell fussed in his vest, pulling out a small, feminized version of his own glasses, placing them on her face. Suddenly her eyes lit up as her world came into focus, and she grinned.

"It's been a long time, Grell. I was wondering if you were ever going to fulfill your promise." She said, her voice as silk smooth as ever. Ciel and Elizabeth couldn't believe it. There she was, living once again, only now with an ethereal presence to her that all the Shinigami possessed. Her golden-emerald eyes, looking so much like beautiful jewelry with their colours, landed on Ciel and Elizabeth. She smiled, a sad smile, but didn't say anything. Lau and Ran Mao stood next to them, obviously aligned with the red reapers. Grell grinned at her and, like all reapers can, materialized a death scythe. His chainsaw was still embedded in the marble in front of him, however.

This scythe was instead a pair of sickles, small and easily handled in two hands. The ornate handles were shaped like roses at the top and immediately William recognized the material. It was from Grell's broken scythe, the blade he had originally ejected into the trash in William's office before gathering it back out when he had gotten back to the office after the ordeal with the demons. He handed them to Madame Red, who held them delicately, giving and experimental swipe of the blade. She smiled at Grell and scanned the room again.

"They're perfect. Let's go. I need proper clothing and I want to go home, for a bit." Grell, Lau and Ran Mao started heading for the exit (Grell grabbing his chainsaw on the way) but were blocked by William and the servants of Phantomhive. Sebastian had finally stopped moving, but that didn't seem to mean anything to them, as they demanded his return. Grell grinned and held out his hand, not to any of the others in front of him, but to Ronald and Undertaker, who were hanging unsurely at the side. In Grell's hand was a fine, silver rimmed pair of glasses that William recognized as Undertaker's from before he retired. The madman looked at them, then Grell.

"You want me to come with you." He stated, the humour gone from his voice. Grell grinned broader and nodded, Madame Red on his arm and the Chinese citizens behind him. Slowly, the Undertaker sized him up before reaching out with a long, talon-like hand and taking the glasses, slipping them on and giving a sigh of relief as the world came into sharp relief after so long without them. He stood at Grell's right side, his scythe now leveled at Bardroy, who had his gun once again pointed at Grell. "I have long thought, that the way the bureaucracy is run is wrong." The Undertaker admitted. William couldn't believe his ears. His heart pounded. Now it was two reapers to three, though one was a newborn. Still. He didn't like these odds.

"Ronald, we have to stop them." William commanded, leveling his scythe at them. Ronald stood half way between both groups now, about arm's length from either one. He looked torn. Glancing from William to Grell, he made an apologetic face towards William and backed up.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Spears. But if Grell wasn't there to keep me outta trouble, I woulda been kicked out a while ago. He saved me more times than I care to admit. I have to stand by him." Ronald stood tall (a comedic effort for the short man) and looked William straight in the eyes. "Besides, it's like he says. You're cruel, abusive, you like to beat people and you're power hungry. And I know for a fact that that wasn't the first time you, well… I saw all the other students, William. And I know you did it because you thought he was cheating on you." Grell looked incredibly hurt for just a moment before his face dropped back into a blank stare.

"Thank you for telling me Ronald. You're a true friend. Now, take them out. Do not kill them, and for god's sake, don't hurt Ciel or Elizabeth. But take them out. Leave William to me. I'm sending the Library a message." Grell grinned as all four reapers' scythes vanished, Madame Red buttoning her coat so it covered her better. William gulped as Grell stepped forward, a soft smile on his face. William, not about to be called a coward, stepped forward too, so he was face to face with Grell in the ten foot gap. Grell reached up, cradling William's face in his left hand. The red reaper captured his lips briefly, his eyes shining again. William was shocked, but returned the kiss anyway. After a moment, Grell pulled away, looking straight into William's spring green eyes. For one , fleeting heartbeat he thought Grell might ask him to come with them, then Grell's face hardened.

"Goodbye, William. I will always love you." Grell smashed his head into William's, causing the black haired man to reel, before his side erupted in pain as Grell's heel dug into his side and he went flying. He heard gunshots erupt and Pluto howl, before he skittered to a halt on the ground. He looked up, seeing Grell still standing amongst the fighting, watching him. Slowly, he looked around. Agni and Soma were locked in a fierce battle with Lau (who had set the prone form of Sebastian down) and Ran Mao, Soma and Lau exchanging blows with swords and Ran Mao going one on one with Agni, those huge clubs on the ground next to Sebastian but she was just as fierce with hand-to-hand combat. Madame Red had taken Mey-Rin's guns and now the former assassin was attacking her ruthlessly with a knife, the Madame dodging easily, her instincts as a Shinigami kicking in, and landed a harsh blow to Mey-Rin's stomach that sent her dancing back several feet. The Undertaker was doing quite well dodging the bullets being fired by Ciel from a distance, protecting both Tanaka and Elizabeth, and the explosives that were being thrown by Bard. Snake joined them, sending a well-placed but futile kick towards the madman's head, causing Undertaker to grab him by the ankle and use him as a projectile into Bard as the Undertaker danced back again, avoiding more bullets from Ciel. Elizabeth had gotten over her shock and was now firing openly at Ronald, who was having no trouble dodging them and the objects thrown by Finnian, as well as Pluto's claws. The hall was too small for the hound to change and he seemed to know it as he instead slashed at the small reaper. Ronald caught the curtain rod that was being swung by Finny and instead hit both Finnian and Pluto with it, knocking them backwards and into a heap with Bard and Snake. That was four down. Slowly, William rose.

He was just on his feet when Agni and Soma went soaring past him, and he saw them hit the ground, unconscious, as Lau went and picked up the prone form of Sebastian again. Finally there was a crack and William looked over to Mey-Rin, her arm broken as she lay sprawled in front of Ciel, in pain but still alive. Madame Red huffed and stood back with the Chinese and the other reapers. Finally it was just Grell and William left. Will felt like it was the first day of his final all over again as Grell stalked forward. The déjà vu was just worsened as Grell spoke the same line as he did all those years ago.

"Are you defying me?" He said, his face cruel. William dashed forwards, aiming a strike at his head only to have the red reaper dodge easily. William brought his shears up, intent on staying alive and Grell caught them, using the momentum to swing William up. The black haired man twisted in the air and saw his shears clatter across the ground when Grell threw them as he landed on his feet and spun, aiming a kick at Grell's ribs instead. Grell caught his leg and twisted, sending William into the air again before following him, striking him once, twice, thrice in the ribs before aiming a final kick at his back and sending William to the ground. William knew his ribs were broken now and Grell landed just next to him, grabbing him by the ankle and dragging him across the ground in a circle, winging him into a wall. Will slid to the ground, looking at Grell, dazed. His head was pounding and he could feel it bleeding. Even his glasses were bent and sitting at a funny angle. Grell walked up to him as William tried, futilely because his back was so damaged now, to raise himself up. The best he could do was stare up from on his elbows. Grell bent down and plucked the glasses from his face.

"Tsk tsk. You should be taking good care of your glasses William." Grell said as he stood to full height again. William watched, unable to stop it, as Grell's red and black boot smashed into his face. The world went black as William slumped down, unconscious but still alive. Grell made a disgusted noise and dropped William's glasses in front of him, stalking away. He joined his group again and linked his arm with Madame Red's, walking out towards the front of the building. Ciel and Elizabeth had their guns pointed at them, but Grell merely spoke to them, made no attempt to harm them at all.

"Let this be an example. Change is coming to this filthy world. This world, the next world, all of the worlds. Change is coming. The officials from the Shinigami Library will be showing up soon. Make sure to tell them that." With that, Grell walked on, out into the night, taking one of the carriages for himself. With Ronald at the reigns with him, he rode away, leaving the Phantomhive mansion a battleground. But there was one thing that Ciel and his new wife knew for sure. This was only the beginning.

Grell had broken.

The battle had just begun.

I am planning on writing somewhat of a sequel. An idea come to me in a dream and I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget it in another dream and while this is both the ending of Unhinged, it's also the beginning of Broken. So keep an eye out for it! It's going to be longer than this one and have all the characters.

Besides, if you don't read Broken, you'll never know why Grell first killed, then stole Sebastian, right? :P

Yes I did just make that face.

Read and Review!

-Pk

Oh and, I have no idea how conventional weddings work. Or weddings back then. So all that is just me being lazy cause it wasn't truly important, aside from the obvious reasons why.