Realization - one shot

KUROSHITSUJI

GRELLxSEBASTIAN

Mild Violence and Fluff near the end



Grell was walking down the streets of London. Not hiding himself as if he were on duty, but clearly just acting as if he were among the human race. As revolting as they are, Grell hand no other form of entertainment. He walked into the nearest pub and sat down at the bar. It was plain. Quite plain.  The wood was worn and tired, as were the staffs running it. They seemed that years of working the place had hardly scraped up a single shilling. It was a sad atmosphere; But Grell couldn't get a better more cheerful place. It reciprocated his feeling of the night. For years now he tried to with no prevail to win men's hearts. Now it seems as though he was beginning to give up on love all together. It all seemed hopeless.
After a few drinks, Grell was highly intoxicated. For reapers. The intake of alcohol is usually restricted. Though it is common for them to drink at social gatherings it does not take too many to get them past their morals and on to ill and rash decisions. Either reapers will boil over and vent their feelings to their nearest body, Do things that they would normally not do, or a mixture of both. Much like humans. Grell stooped to his low. He went to the nearest man, at least his taste were not displaced, because for a human this man was quite attractive, But not to Grell's usual pickings and preferences. His eyes were to warm. Though with alcohol the man was not as warm as his eyes.
"w-ell hey their hottie," Grell slumped over him " are you free, I could do any- Anything for you know" Grell's voice was slurred and he kept  up the suggestive words and actions. The man's eyes widened and so did most of the people around him.
"Get this man off me!" he shouted beating Grell of him, Hitting him hard across the jaw.
"So tha-that's how you like to plaaay…Great" Grell slurred whipping blood from his lips. He stood up excited by the male's roughness. A man at the other corner of the room shouted across
"Ey! 'E's one of them. The Strange ones. A Sin against God 'E is" Get " 'im outta here!" the man looked square into the eyes of the old bartender who looked almost like a wet dog at the moment to afraid to do a thing, to afraid he'd lose the money he would have earned from Grell's drinks.  A crowd of men started joining with anger of the way Grell was. And slowly they all crept up onto him and started beating and pounding. The rowdy drunken men, never giving the feminine reaper a moment of rest. Their hands and feet pounding into the sides,  and even to the top of Grell's skull. Leaving him crumpled on the floor.
"Men, men" the bartender pleaded "if you must take it outside" not wanting to cause trouble for any of the other customers.
One man looked to all of the other men after they stopped to listen to the bartender. He was dark and thick. His muscles shown that he had probably worked hard as a sailor or even worse as a criminal. He pulled out a knife "I'll finish it." All the men backed away as the thick man dragged Grell's mas to the outside of the bar. He stood Grell up on the corner of the ally-way, and plunged his knife into the side of him, dragging the knife down as he pulled it out, causing the wound to worsen.
***

A Lithe black figure emerged from the fog around the East end. He was holding a few papers in the crook of his left arm.  The night was warm for this time in November. The man moved the files to the inner part of his coat, to free both of his arms. Though it was warm and  a seemingly calm night for the human world. He thought something was amiss. The man was Sebastian Michaelis, the Butler for the Earl Phantomhive.  That night he was on strict business on finding evidence for the latest murders and kidnappings, for his master. These are the files he was to locate and collect. Being a demon, Sebastian had stronger senses then those of mortals. If one did not know what he truly was, they would claim him to be "Super-Human". But all he would reply is that he was 'merely a butler' or even imply of his origins. As of this night the demon was content with the heat of the night for it was colder than his Hell but warmer than what it would usually have been this time of year.
The demon walked at a slower pace, taking in what he could of the night. He walked round a corner and in the shine of the street light could see a shimmering pool of red forming. Though usually this would not stir him, something made him take a closer look. The thought being that it could possibly be of the recent murder series.
As he got closer the victim became more familiar. It was the Grim Reaper, Grell Sutcliff.  "Grell?" he was shocked.  He kneeled by the being. "Grell?" Asked again.
The reaper looked up "I know your face" he said lightly and fell unconscious with the loss of blood. Sebastian's eyes widened as much trouble this one reaper gave him, He would not let him die. Sebastian took off his outer coat leaving himself with the tailcoat left, and wrapped Grell in it as to soak the blood  and disguise it until he got Grell to the manor. He rushed. Sebastian did not want to be seen at the scene of the crime and be blamed for murder, or be seen otherwise. Luckily using the coat would give Sebastian the advantage of not being questioned. Passerby's though rare at this time of night would think that grell was a lady that was first off cold and borrowed Sebastian's coat and also that he was tired and fell asleep.  But thins thought was unnessicary , The two reached the manner with no problems what-so-ever. Sebastian snuck Grell into his own room and laid the mass on his bed.
Sebastian got water and other nessicarry things without making a noise to wake the rest of the household. When he returned to tend to Grell's bleeding wound. His hand's shaked as his fingertips moved of the buttons of Grell's vest. Something was making him feel a little strange about his actions. But he worked off the anxiety and tore the vest of and the drenched shirt as well, leaving Grell's pale chest bare. Sebastian cleaned the deep gash and wrapped it as well as he could. He found on of his own clean shirts and put it on Grell. Sebastian did not immediately think this but somehow the shirt suited Grell in a way. Sebastian sat on a wooden rickety chair and waited for and If Grell would ever re awaken.
***
The night was long. Sebastian waited for a long time. But it happened. Slowly Grell stirred. Grell sat up cringing at the pain in his side. Being stabbed and beaten sobered him up.
"Sebastian?"
Sebastian looked up "Ah I see you're awake now." He stood, seeing a tiny spot of blood appearing on the shirt. "Well I better change that again."  Sebastian came closer to Grell, who had slung his legs over the bed. Sebastian kneeled on the floor and started to unbutton the shirt.  Grell was blushing.
"Sebastian… I-I'm so sorry "
"Grell…just what happened?" Thinking that Grell had either pushed someone's nerves as it seems is his talent or something he couldn't guess. Was Grell just that innocent looking that a passerby would take a knife to him…but what about the bruises all over him, dotting his pale skin.
"I –well-…In short…I was ridiculed, again…" Grell's voice was heavy. More so with pain.
Sebastian looked up from his working finger tips "Ridiculed? ..."he pondered "Again?!
"Yes…" his sadness welled in his eyes. But not in the form of tears. "This sort of thing happens to me quite often actually…being beaten for it I mean, minus the...knife…."he gulps "For how I am and…What I am…"
Sebastian blinked and looked up at Grell , Sympathy in his eyes. And In that moment he could realize something. A realization of an emotion he thought demons could never have. His excessive time in the mortal realm must have changed him and made him more human.
"Grell," His eyes didn't blink while he stared into Grell's Green pools, the glasses lens cracked, but still giving the Red reapers face delicate justice. He took Grell's hands from his lap and held them.   "I will never ridicule you." And with those words Sebastian leaned up and kissed Grell. His Realization was clear. He had fallen victim to the human emotion of Love.