Alois:Heh...you are going to hate Pinstripe...

Pinstripe:Sorry I had an idea to feed into the story that will makes you all go AGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG then OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH then AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. So don't be upset, you get smut next I promsie. . Oh yeah this is my longest fanfiction so far, bonzai

Enjo

'Dear Diary

Oh I need to get me a piece of that hunk of man~ Sebastian. He is too irresistible. I don't really like him, you know love him, his mind or anything. I just desire his body. It's not wrong and i'm not a whore either. I just see men as art, you must enjoy art in anyway you can right? Whether it be physical or heh heh photographic. I know he serves that phft "Countess" Ciel, for some reason, but shouldn't he desire me? I mean really if you were a really person and not a diary you would say "DAYUM" if you saw me right now. Red long flowing hair, A man's height and a woman's curves, moonlight skin, Not to mention my wardrobe darling. I have on a red nightie laced with black, silk slippers, black flowers in my hair and a matching garter. It doesn't help that my personality is wonderful, I'm funny, sexual, protective, and to add on to all of is i'm a reaper. What mortal could resist someone who is a mythological creature? It's so forbidden, so sexy~ Death!Oh my! My pants are nearlyi-'

"Grell! Hey Grell! Watchu doing~~~~" I feel a poke from the freshman who I was forced to share this bloody room wth. "Ronald..." I groan. "Leave me alone I am trying to write in my personal diary."

He frowned then wrapped his arms around my shoulders. "But Grell...come on i'm bored, I want to do something..." I shove him off, annoyed with his persistent poking. "How about this knoxie, You go to the school cafe and i'll meet you there in forty minutes so i have time to finish and freshen up, It'll be our own private date."

His gullible moldy coin colored eyes brightened as he shot up and sped towards the door while he straightened his tie. "O-Ok! I'll meet you there!"

The fool with the multicolored hair ran off actually thinking i'll meet him in 40 minutes.

Back to the diary!

' I hate my idiot roommate always hyper, always obnoxious, always interrupting and always asking to many questions. Anywhore, I am hot and Ciel is not and I am more of a woman than that flat-chested bitch will ever be. So why won't Sebastian just shut-up and sleep with, why won't he come and sleep with me? Maybe, if i get straight to the point instead of just flirting like I normally do. I mean really i'ts been what two and a half weeks? Most get it in at the most a day. Most guys just take a hint and screw the hot redhead tranny. I know! I should go over! I should go right now! He's kind of anti-social and it's a weekday so he should be in his room. YES I WILL! Wish me luck!

-Grell Sutcliff'

Hmmm, what should I wear? Not his too provocative, I might get in trouble, especially since Phantomhive's dogs should be watching to get me in trouble at any moment.

I push myself off of my velvet bedspread and head towards my walk in closet. "Let's see..."

"Huh, Black or Red?" I laugh, I don't own any black. The red short dress or the one with the slit? Oh definitely the slit. I pulled off my silky nighty and pulled on the fiery dress. "Oh yes!" My left leg hi-lighted brightly against the red. I tossed my hair black then stepped into my black mirror-like stilettos. "Oh, Red really is my colour."

I clicked towards my half red half gold painted door, from which I heard a creepy goth love song playing.

"Here I come Seb-asu-chan." I have s shrill excited tone to my voice as I turn and ball my wrist to knock on the black door with the numbers 111 printed on it and 666 written on it by someone with red marker.

"Grell? Is...Is that really you?" A cold voice said behind me, A too familiar voice, A voice that made my whole body freeze as the hand of that voice graced my shoulder. I want to turn around, I want to kiss him, I want to say I love him, I want to hug him and most of all I want to kill him!

"William?"

I rush around to see him in suit even though it's after school, that is just like him. Tears, not the melodramatic fake ones I pull for others, but sincere tears come to my eyes. "You idiot!" I fall onto him and start weeping. I can't help it, I need to cry. "Damn you! Damn you!" My words are barely comprehensible. My fists beat on his chest but he is as stiff as a rock. "You fucking dick!" I start to hit and slap his stupid emotionless face, tussling and pulling at his over-gelled air.

"Grell." He still has that monotone voice.

He grabs my face and i fully see his own for the first time since what happened.

"Grell..." He makes something that almost looks like a smile with those lips I once kissed, those lips that took away the old Grell and created the new. Those lips that changed that young, shy, quiet bookworm god of death in training who was too afraid to wear women's clothes into who I am now.

"D-Don't smile at me you fool!" And that shy little schoolboy I was, started to come out from his touch.

He of course to patronize me loosened his grip and grinned but still held on to me.

I put my head in the crook of his neck.

"Why? Why did you leave? Wh-why didn't you br-bring me with you? WHY DID YOU EVER HAVE TO SAY YOU LOVED ME?" I fell to my knees, for the first time in a long time I was as my knees without my mouth open, I was on my knees out of greif, out of my heart that i've worked so hard to meld together to become indifferent to love. is now as delicate as the sticky film of a cinematic record.

"Stop being so hysterical dear." He got down on his knees, just above my level.

I tired to give him a look that says how dare you, but that look couldn't help but turn into I love you.

I grabbed his dark tie and yanked his surprised but still somehow straight face towards mine to melt into a those rose petals called lips, Oh that piece of hair that always falls out of place onto his forehead, Oh his nails that trace shapes of knives and daggers on my cheek, Oh his hand on the small of my back.

"OH YES~"

October 1944: The secret Society of shinigamis schools secret sessions at the (mortal) St. Patrick's secondary school for boys.

It all happened that late part of the year of nineteen forty four. William and I among other reapers were posing as thirteen year olds to get some more training in, There were very few of them, 6, most were cleaning up the souls on the battle field of world war II. Reapers pose as different ages for training or to wait for a soul all the time, so we thought nothing odd about that ending year with winters grasp pulling at them. You see we did not yet know each other, but we soon would know each other all too well...all too well...

"Excuse me, do you have a hall pass?" A stiff boy , posing as an even younger boy, stopped me in the middle of the hall.

"No...No I don't uh...sir...I um..Lost my pass, I lost my...pass...Don't hurt me." A shyer version of myself whimpered as the towering hall moniter questioned him.

William T. Spears raised and eyebrow and pushed up his glasses. "You have to stay after school with me in the detention room now since you failed to have a pass." He slammed a sticky pink slip on my brown sweater vest making me flinch.

"Such lovely hair for a boy, you should wear something that compliments yourself...red." He ruffled my short cropped hair and pushed me off to class.

"By the way...I'm William."

That was when it began.

When I started to become the real me. I felt a new spark, I felt different.

I was normally studious at the time, for some reason, but during my french language class I couldn't pay attention. All I could think about is the first ever compliment I had ever received.

I mean, short ratty hair, freckled skin, big teeth, dirty knees and brown sweaters, I was certainly not what you would call attractive. So when William commented on my hair I felt as if I would melt.

" !" I heard an older males voice scream. " Huh? What? Yes?" I stuttered. "Keep your eyes on the board!" I shoved me slightly as he bent over as if i were lower than him. "Yessir." I looked down and avoided any eye contact as I said that. I couldn't wait for detention.

"You know William... We... don't have to sit here and be bored... I have a-" William intercepted my sentence. "We have to follow school rules and reapers rules." He said stubbornly.

"Why do we have to follow rules William?" I silently played with a flower ring I had made earlier.

"Because without rules, things would be chaos. Rules were made to keep order and to keep people safe." He stacked a group of papers on the teachers desk he was using.

I pulled at each little yellow petal, letting it float like a helicopter down to the ground.

"Why are you pulling petals like a girl?" Questioned Will as he lined tan wooden pencils in a row next to the pile of rubbers, which he would stack next. I looked up at him and turned my head slightly.

"Well maybe I want to be a girl, but I can't so I enjoy little things that girls do that I can get away with." My voice as always was at a low whisper. I expected a blow, a laugh, a hit or something. I expected him to hurt me either emotionally, physically or both. I expected this because he seemed to dark and cold. But instead...

"You should do it, dress like a girl, it would suit you better than that horse dung colored sweater and a blue collared shirt." He still did not look up from his work.

I felt the heat on my high boned cheeks. I squeezed my thigh tightly.

"B-But...isn't um...dressing like a girl...when you're a boy against the rules?"I said halfway biting my lip. He then dropped his ballpoint pen and looked at me queerly.

"Well, Yes...I guess it is but-" "So couldn't some rules be wrong?" I interrupted, for the first time in my life, I interrupted. He looked baffled that a shy little thing like Grell Sutcliff would say something so unspoken. "I...I guess. Yes, Some rules can be... corrupt." He twisted his head to refocus himself, like a camera lens.

"Then couldn't the no playing games one be?" I asked not looking to see if he was looking at me.

"Yes...I guess so..." He has a voice that said 'Where are you going with this?'

"So couldn't we play the game...if the rule is possibly corrupt?" I chewed on my thumb as I awaited his answer. He sighed and then stood up brushing a loose hair back before pushing his glasses up to the bridge of his nose.

"Alright...What game is it?" He raised an eyebrow.

"W-Well um...it's a game...my old...roommate taught me." I said standing up to sit on the table of my desk. He walked over to sit next to me, still sitting perfectly straight. "How do you play?" He raised his eyebrow higher with his question.

"W-Well, First you put your arm around my waist..." He obeyed. I felt tingles going north and south of where his strong arms rested on my petite waist.

"What do I do know?" I had no idea what he was thinking, he was so monotone.

"W-Well...I do this..." I shakily put my thin arms around neck bringing our chests closer together. He looked down on my scared face and leaned down slightly. I don't know if it was naturally or he wanted to but that was when I realized he was changing me.

His lips pushed onto mine, soft and warm, not cold like I had thought. I pushed back, feeling like there was an animal inside of me. I gripped onto his gelled hair, making it crumble. The sensation was more wonderful than any other kiss I had experienced. I uttered...

"William death!" ...In the shrillest voice I had ever used, this memory ends with what made me think of this time. He began to kiss my cheeks and neck. "OH YES!~"

Pinstripe + Alois : Sorry we know inbetween story that will be continued later, but in the next chapter You will see what will happen with Ciel and Sebastian See ya then.

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