Crimson Symphony chptr1 (GrellxWill)

     Crimson Symphony (A Shinigami Love Story) ::1


     "I don't get it," Will said quietly "you killed Madame Red and a countless number of people yet people still adore you. I'm good and decent 100% of the time, yet no one really acknowledges me." He shifted his weight underneath the light body of Grell Sutcliff, who had somehow managed to sit on him as he had laid down. The velvet couch was intended for a nap. Looks like he wouldn't get one with the red nuisance now on his stomach and ever so close to his vital regions…
     "I acknowledge you, Will." Ronald spoke from the corner of the room he was leaning in, most likely trying very little to look cool, but with maximum results.
     "Will, maybe that's just it. Maybe you need…dimension." Grell drew a little square in the air with his pointer-fingers.
     "Dimension?" Will looked at Grell quizzically and shifted an eyebrow.
     "Yeah. You know…a little danger." Grell flashed a rather sexy pointy-teeth smirk at Will, letting his fingers crawl up his tie.
     "Gre-"
     "Oh Will, face it. You're a little inkblot. A dull knife. Killjoy!" Grell grazed his hand along Will's jawline, still showing his teasing smile.
     "True that, Senpai!" Ronald exclaimed as he ran over and held up his hand for Grell to five.
     "See? You! You of all people get called Senpai! And me, who is basically the same rank as you might I add, get called Will. Not even William. Just Will." Grell shook his hair at Will's silliness and tapped his fingers lightly into Ronald's hand; showing off his delicate lady-like properties.
     Will shoved Grell off of his stomach and onto the floor.
     "Grell, I will never be more than what I am now and I certainly –"
     Grell grabbed Will's tie and brought him tumbling to the ground. Grell pulled Will closer to him, letting his smile turn soft and serious. William blushed red, Grell's favorite color. Grell, now inches away, tilted his head, and
     "You don't have to feel like a wasted space, you're original, cannot be replaced…Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow…You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine. Just own the night like the fourth of July. Cause baby you're a firework. Come and show em what you're worth. Make em go oh, ohoh, ohhh….."
     Grell's voice was soft and angelic in a melancholy and sincere way (even the "ohs" at the end sounded a bit risqué in his womanly voice). William blushed more, thinking about how that poppy over-sung song sounded so surreal when Grell sang it. Ronald, now sitting on the floor with them, let out his boisterous guffaw.
     "Getting inspirational are we? Grell, now is hardly the time for a Katy Perry remix." Ronald ruined Will's moment.
     Grell snorted (jokingly, but still lady-like) and got up quickly, making a cold breeze waft infront of Will's face. Will's eyes widened, trying to figure out what just happened. A tingling rushed up and down his spine like an electrical current not knowing where to go.
     "Well, we have souls to reap. Enough with this boring place! Let's go!" And with that Ronald grabbed Grell's hand and sprang into the world of walking cinematic records….er…people through a door only appearing to shinigamis who needed to cross over.
     Will got up, waving a hand through the stirred air where the door and two had just been.
     "…boring. Were they referring to this lobby…or me?" Will sighed, straightened his tie, and wondered what he was going to do, already being done with business. This…business.
     He spoke out loud to the now settling air and himself, "somehow…this job…that I've done for years now seems…like it's missing something…something that maybe it used to have and was lost with time… boring." He straightened his glasses and walked up the golden stairs.
     "Such luxuries for those who reap souls. How…unnecessary." He got to the room. It was large. Two bathrooms, a living room, a kitchen, and three bedrooms. An overly-hyper yet cool orange room with black and lime accents. A passionate red room, overflowing with drapey things and soft fabrics. And finally, a small black and grey room, square, tidy, and practically untouched...Boring.
     "Seems to me…those times long ago…I was happier. Could it be my youth? The training to keep me busy? The…" He picked up a photo that had fallen on the floor of the living room "…Grell?"
   The picture was dusty and faded. The only vibrant thing left was the mop of unruly red hair and sparkling green-yellow eyes. There was a dark-haired blushing boy giving the red boy a piggy-back ride with a carefree face and crooked smile. Was he that boy? Had he been that happy because of…
   William scoffed at the picture and quickly laid it face down on a table.
   "How foolish of me. I'm happy. I'm fine…right…?"
  

     As Ronald and Grell finished reaping the last soul, the ring of Undertaker's laugh echoed in the background somewhere not too far off. The two shinigamis shared a quick glance, a nod, and then smiled, running to the sound with curiosity.