A Twist of Fate: A Grell x Sebastian Love Story.| (ON HOLD)

The Shinigami, Unravelled

William's P.O.V

 "What the-" William cursed silently under his breath. His muddy yellow green eyes remained glued to the spot where Felicity once stood, paralyzed. He shook his head slowly, murmuring incoherently to himself. This was not possible...or was it? After all he had seen quite a slew of abnormalities in the last century or two.   

He burrowed his eyebrows together, deep in thought as he took another step forward, jumping off the ledge of the building. The wind pushed angrily at his hair, wrapping around his body as he fell several stories. However the shinigami remained unfazed as he landed lightly on his feet seconds later and proceeded to the nearby alley.

The pungent smell of blood filled the air as William drew nearer to the unnamed man. The corpse stared at William with dry eyes that seemed frozen in fear. It's jaw was slightly unhinged in a silent scream and its arms laid limply against its body. William brought forth his scythe and pressed the it against the man's chest where Felicity had struck him. There was no remnants of the weapon used to end this man life yet. William pulled back his scythe and swung powerfully at the man, watching as it cut his corpse. William waited for the cinematic record of this man's soul to reveal itself but there was none. 

Because there was no soul to reveal any cinematic record. 

Once again William's eyes widened in disbelief at this fact. Every human body had a soul. Every single one. Unless, that this man was not a human. William frowned at the thought as once again he poked the man's corpse with his scythe, letting the blade sink into his flesh. No, this man was definitely human.

Felicity placed something near this man's chest when she killed him... a jar. Why? And what did she wanted from this particular man? 

Did she take his soul? Is that what she wanted? Was that why this man was soulless? William paled at the thought. There was too much he didn't know. However there was someone who might know. 

The Undertaker

William leaned down and pulled the man's corpse up in his arms before tossing him over his shoulder. A grim expression darkened his face as with light steps he jumped up unto one of the rooftops.

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 Grell's P.O.V

The world was burning and him along with it. 

Grell opened his lips to scream but no sound came out. He looked around frantically as the walls of the Phantomhive Manor began to crumble upon him. He knew he should move, he knew he should swing his scythe at the falling chunks of rubble but he just couldn't. Grell was afraid, paralysed by the fire. The same fire that had once killed his own mother when he was a human.

He watched as the old memories unraveled before him, taking the shape of his mother. 

"Grell!" Evelyn Moor screamed, hands outstretched to him. Her eyes masked with fear and worry seemed to relax at the sight of him. "Grell!" she screamed again beckoning him towards her. However Grell remained still, rooted the spot as she called him. He cringed at the sound of her voice, so sweet and warm. 

"Grell!"

The Shinigami watched as the flames devoured his mother, crawling up her legs. He watched as she fell to her knees, calling his name as the fire ate away at her being. Except when she called, her voice was no longer her own. 

It was Sebastian's.

He blinked as his mother body withered away, forming that of Sebastian who was wearing his butler attire. He heard as the demon screeched for him, hands outstretched for him to take. But he couldn't.

Sebastian grunted as he shielded his young master from the fire and falling debris. Grell watched as Bassy's marron eyes bore into his, pleading with him.

"Grell!" Sebastian called, hand still outstretched and ready to grab him while the other shielded the young Ciel Phantomhive.

Grell gulped, watching as his lover tried to save them both. He watched as the entire roof of the Phantomhive Manor collapse upon them all. 

It was only then his screams were heard. 

Grell woke up, head pressed against the keys of his laptop and arms curled under him. The Shinigami panted as his eyes wildly scoured the room. He pushed himself up, falling backwards into the cushion of his chair as he clutched his chest where his heart was supposed to be.

He wiped the beads of sweat that was coated upon his forehead away and slowly inhaled and exhaled. His eyes flittered to the screen of his laptop and he tapped the touch pad, causing the screen to glow to life. The title of the current chapter of his book stood out boldly. 

He racked his brain trying to remember before the events of the day slowly came back to him one by one. Marceline Thames, his editor had called him bright and early to tell him how his deadline had been pushed up because of a new order of books had to re-printed. After that he had half heartedly went to work.

I guess I fell asleep somewhere along the line, he thought as he pushed himself off his chair, running his hands through his hair. He glanced out the window to see the rising streaks of the sun. He smiled numbly at the beautiful unfolding before him, erasing the details of his nightmare. 

However, Grell couldn't help but pull his lips into a frown. 

He couldn't help but compare the bright red and orange streaks that stained the sky to ones that had destroyed both his home and his mother along with a little piece of himself.

Grell's eyes went blank as he retreated into the abyss of his memories, subconsciously running his fingers along the old self-inflicted scars that ran up and down his arms. He looked down at the old scars, hate welling up in his chest as he pressed his fingers deep into his arm. He watched as the blood spilled from the slits in his hand. A warmth spread through as body at the sight of blood, at the feel of pain. A deep chuckle left his lips as he pulled his fingers along his arm, lengthening his new scars.  

His face contorted in pain for a moment as he stopped dragging his fingers along his arm. When he did, a whirl of memories swirled in his head, tearing him to pieces. A choked cry resounded from the back of his throat, stopping only when he put nail to flesh and began to paint again.

Ah I feel so hopeless. Is this story any good? Should I bother continuing it? Sigh. Just wondering. Please comment. I love to hear what you guys think. 

Another question, do you like where the story's going thus far? 

Ahhh. >.<

- Faith.