Raindrops on Parade(Sebas/Ron/Undertaker-Grelliam)

Kuro-Crack Pairing: Sebastian x Undertaker x Ronald …and GrellxWilliam and CielxSebastian

     "Sutcliff Senpai? …S-Sutcliff!? Grell??? Grell, where are you? Grell!!!???" Ronald's voice grew impatient rather than worried. The situation was that he was in the human world, Grell ran off somewhere (ditching Ronald and leaving him with double the work…which meant the "O" word), and Ronald had a party to go to.
     He ran past various buildings calling for the blasted-red-head. His footsteps made an increasingly desperate noise, splashing water into the air as it started to rain. "Overtime" seemed to be chasing him, so he ran faster.
     He had looked left and right for Grell, but couldn't find him. He decided to get at least some of HIS work done, and maybe he'd find Grell along the way…Or maybe not. It was Grell.
     "Damn." He cursed rather loudly, looking at his watch. "I better get go-"
     His words were cut off as a downpour of unwanted water descended from the heavens.
     He released an exasperated sigh and finished his sentence in a way he didn't intend to, but reluctantly had to. "I better go find shelter." His shoulders slouched and he raised his jacket awkwardly over his head to shield some of the rain, which was now coming down in torrents.
     He ran into the nearest building, not looking to see if it was a home, or shop, or-
      A weak yet booming laugh echoed out from a dark corner.
     -Undertaker's sanctuary. A building full of death and dead. Ronald thought of Grell and silently did the motion for "DEATH!~"
     "Why, why, why? Of all places, I'm stuck with THIS thing. What a bummer!" He thought, snapping his fingers in a "drats" sort of motion.
     "Welcome! Welcome~ Little shinigami lost? Or are you ready for a fitting?" He raised a coffin up out of nowhere. As Ronald stepped closer (for reasons unknown) he noticed that the coffin looked to be his perfect size. A shiver ran down his spine and he awkwardly ran his fingers through his hair.
     "…Undertaker." He finally said, not knowing what else to say.
     "Ronald Knox." His voice was suddenly deep and, like always, creepy in the creepiest way.
     "Um…It's raining hard and I just ran in here by accident and I'm looking for Grell and late for a party right now so I best be leav-"
     His rushed words were severed by the door creaking open.
     "Pardon the intrusion." A familiar charming voice called out.
     It was Sebastian, the demon butler. "It's raining rather hard. Young Master is out with his fiancé today, and I was just on my way to purchase them a snack. I'm sure you know how disappointed he would be if I came back unorderly in appearance. Therefore, I am forced to take shelter here."
     Neither the Undertaker or Ronald actually knew just how disappointed the brat would be, but they nodded in response, wanting his formalities to be over already. Ronald went to go back outside, but a white-gloved hand slammed right past his face onto the door, making both it and Ronald shudder. Ronald's eyes opened in shock, and he clumsily tripped backwards a little…remaining cool enough to catch himself before completely falling.
     "You better not go out there. There's a storm starting to brew. The raindrops won't fade…for a while at least. It's in your best interest, though it may seem the opposite, to stay here at least until the storm blows over." Sebastian's tone was smooth and made Ronald dizzy.
      "Raindrops on parade?" Undertaker laughed, not hearing everything Sebastian had said. The two ignored him.
     Ronald's surprised face shifted to more of a pissed off slant.
     "It can't be that bad, so get out of my way. I have somewhere to be."
     "Does William know about this?" Sebastian and the Undertaker had said this perfectly in unison. The Undertaker laughed while Sebastian brushed it off and continued. "Does he permit going to parties and outings while the work of a certain shinigami is unfinished?"
     "How did you…?"
     "Lucky guess." Sebastian chimed, and walked further in the room next to a large grouping of mismatched candles. His silhouette now hovered on a nearby wall, and Sebastian's body was cast in oddly lit shadows. He slid off his jacket to reveal a completely soaked white shirt, clinging to him in certain places and draping off of him in others. Ronald noticed how the beads of water still held onto Sebastian's perfect skin, dribbling off with every movement. He parted his lips while concentrating on hanging his clothes to dry on a nearby coffin. He then flipped his fringe to the side with a jerk of his head, sending a spray of individual droplets in Ronald's direction. Ronald cringed as if they hurt, and wiped away the ones that had landed on his face and glasses.
     "How interesting…and unlikely. Hahaha, any one of you care to help me with my work?" Undertaker broke out into a sadistic grin.
     "NO!" Yelled Ronald, contrasting Sebastian's polite "No thank you…"
     "Suit yourselves." Undertaker disappeared into a room farther back from everything else. From his joyous laughter and cackles (along with the squishing slop of guts), Ron and Sebastian assumed he was taking out some poor soul's organs.
     A moment of silent passed. As the silence grew, Ronald turned his back to Sebastian, not wanting a conversation.
     Ronald stared at a dark grey wall for a minute or two, counting spiderwebs. Sebastian stood as stiff as a statue, listening to the rain. After a few more moments like this, Ronald felt smooth skin brush up around his neck and the sudden draft of rainy air as his jacket was slipped off of him.
     "Hey! What're you?" He spun around to find that Sebastian was already across the room, hanging Ronald's jacket on a separate coffin.
     "You should dry off, you'll catch a cold." Stated Sebastian, his gloves now off and his vest unbuttoned.
     Ronald snorted and turned the other way again. Just as fast as Sebastian had moved across the room, he had moved again, this time in front of Ronald. Ronald's eyelashes fluttered, but he forced himself not to gasp.
     He calmly stepped away. "What is it?" Sebastian put his hand on Ronald's shoulder, looking into his eyes. Ronald hastily brushed it away.
     "You're creeping me out more than that guy!" He pointed to the room occupied by Undertaker. He took a few steps toward the room, wanting to get away.
      "Oh? I was only going to suggest you wearing your hair a different way." Out of thin air, the mysterious butler was in front of him again, almost bumping his nose against the shinigami's.
     "I like my hair just fine the way it is, THANKS." As he went  to find Undertaker, Sebastian ran one hand swiftly through Ronald's orange tinted blonde locks. Ronald sighed and Sebastian held up a mirror he had found somewhere in a pile of random things the "customers" of Undertaker had left behind.
     Ronald peered grumpily into the mirror to find that his hairstyle had been completely changed with just one sweep of Sebastian's hand. It was now all pulled back into a tight hold, his cow-lick sticking up still.
     "I look like a rich creeper!" He shook his head to put his hair back into place.
     "I thought you looked rather dashing. Oh well. Just a thought I suppose." Ronald eyed Sebastian, making him stay put this time, as he approached the room Undertaker was in.
     
     "Guuuh-he-heeee. So you reconsidered? Too bad, I just finished the fun part. All that's left is to dress him up."
     Ronald shut the door, and almost everything went black. There was one shrinking candle in the corner of the room. Adjacent to it was a small table just big enough to hold the body of a man, appearing to be in his twenties. He had long brown hair tied into a ponytail with a red ribbon. His skin was in excellent condition (despite it going white and grey.) His eyes were closed, revealing a purple tint in their hollows, almost as if he were wearing women's makeup. Ronald then noticed his stomach had been sewn up from his navel to the lower part of his ribs.
     "What happened?" questioned Ronald.
     Undertaker chuckled at Ronald's curiosity. "Just an accident with a chainsaw. Anyways, lucky me it made it easier to slip his insides out, haha."
     Ronald made a mental note to himself to tell Grell about the man with a red ribbon in his hair, killed by a chainsaw accident. He would definitely enjoy that.
     "You'll have to tell Grell, Ronald." Ronald whipped around to find Sebastian emerging from one of the darkened corners.
      "How the HELL…?"
     "I'm simply-" He dipped forward a bit.
     "One hell of a butler…" This time Ronald and Undertaker spoke in unison, followed by a long sigh from each.
     There was silence once again as the three listened to the rain pound on the roof above them. A few drops of water leaked in, causing Sebastian and Ronald to move out of the way and bump into each other. Undertaker cackled. "How cuuuute! A steamy moment eh? I can't wait to see what you two do next, that will be sure to cause a laugh!"
     "Yeah, I'm gonna punch this freak in the jaw is what's gonna happen next!" Ronald went to sock the butler's face as he felt his feet underneath him falter.
     "Oh?" On the ground, Ronald saw Sebastian's left foot off the ground by a centimeter. He had been tripped. Sebastian went to help Ronald up, as did Undertaker. Starting to like Undertaker compared to the demon, he grasped Undertaker cold hand and felt his long fingers close around his own.
     He got up and was offered a shirt.
     "I have one on thanks…" Ron combed a hand through his hair.
     Undertaker snickered. "hehe, no, no. For this young fellow here." His hand motioned to the corpse on the table.
     Ronald went to hand the shirt back. "I'd rather not." Next the shirt was offered to Sebastian, but he also refused. Undertaker sighed, and walked over to the still body.
      Ronald and Sebastian were both expecting to see something gruesome and crude, but what came next was rather beautiful in its own way. Instead of using the usual method to fix up the deceased, Undertaker saton the end of the silver table, and cradled the upper part of the man in his arms. His lifeless body rested against Undertaker's as he fit the shirt on him. Undertaker petted his hair and laid him back down like a lover would say goodnight after a long day.
      He got off of the table and patted Ronald's hair next.
     "Ew, get those dead-germs away from me! What is with you two and my hair?"
     "Calm, child." Undertaker didn't laugh this time. Instead he took off his scarf and cloak, and put and wordlessly went back to dressing up his oversized doll.
     Sebastian and Ronald watched in awe, earning a new respect for the odd man in a way, due to how passionate and…peculiarly graceful and charming he was with that person.
     Ronald spoke up "If only you treated the living like that." His eyes were wide and shined with the candlelight.
     "Yes, what a thought." Sebastian mused.
     Undertaker parted his hair so he could look both of them in the eyes. "Haha, how so? I don't get what it is you two are getting at."
     The demon and the shinigami exchanged a quick glance. Sebastian continued.
     "That was beautiful. The careful way you touched him down to the deep way you looked at him…All the living get is you laughing at them…and the dead get a whole new side of you."
     Ronald nodded twice in agreement, forgetting who he was agreeing with.
     Instead of finding all of this amusing or laughable, Undertaker sat down in the middle of the floor, his legs crossed. He brought a finger to his soft yet frozen lips and pondered something that made his eyesbrows crease the area above his nose.
     Ronald sat down with him and, after inspecting the area for dirt, Sebastian sat down too.
     Ronald, being the closest to Undertaker, leaned in to look at his eyes. They were still glowing with thoughts and whatever else it was.
     "Did we say something wrong?" Ronald asked, not wanting Undertaker to be mad at him. Being in a room with another shinigami was fine, no matter how strange, but being in a room with a stuffy demon would be…well…hell. Unertakers head was slowly drooping, his hair obscuring Ronald's view of his thoughtful face.
     "Undertaker? Um, I…" Undertaker looked up at Roanld. Ronald was taken aback by how piercing his eyes were, full of sadness and laughter. They also had the depth of a question that seemed to be bugging him. Ronald and Sebastian remained silent to see if he would ask the question reflected in his eyes. Neither of the two could read exactly what it was, due to his blank white face.
      Undertaker leaned in quickly and kissed Ronald on his mouth.
     Ronald fell backwards, his legs flailing in the air for a second. Sebastian gasped silently, and had his eyes wide open to watch what was happening.
     "What was that for, idiot!?" Ronald said, sitting back up.
     Undertaker took a minute to choose his words carefully. "You wished for me to be as passionate with the living as I am the dead…" A small giggle escaped his composure at the end of the sentence, most likely laughing at Ron's face.
     "But you didn't KISS him, damn necrophiliac!"
     Sebastian protested this rude statement. "Actually, you're not dead, and you're the one he kissed, so…" Ronald huffed a sigh as the demon scurried to Undertaker's defense like the mutt he was.
     "Thanks…what is it the red one calls you…Sebby? Se-BAS-chan? Bassy? Well, anyways," Undertaker crawled over to Sebastian who was directly across from him and kissed his cheek lightly. When Sebastian let his guard down, thinking that would be all, Undertaker kissed him the same way he did Ronald.
     The demon turned red in the eyes (and face) and backed away in a flash.
     He let out a deep breath. "Please. PLEASE. Refrain from doing that. Thank you." He eyed Undertaker once more, before standing up. Ronald followed suit.
     "Leaving? Oh, we're only getting started. Hahahaaa…" Undertaker snaked his way in front of the door, not allowing the two to exit.
     "Come on, weirdo!" Ronald tried to push him aside but found that Undertaker's thin body was sturdy as stone.
     "You two…and me. In this room. Together by unlikely events…It must be a game! Yes, a very interesting game! Ahhh…I'll have to take advantage of it while the circumstances allow me to."
      His fingers wiggled as he approached Ronald and Sebastian, each of them not knowing what to do besides back away. They ended up almost knocking over the body of the man, and fell down to the floor.
     Sebastian spoke up "What can we do for you to let us out of here? Do you want another joke?"
     Undertaker raised an eyebrow, while his smile grew into something scary.
     "No,no, haha, noooo. I want something even MORE valuable. Well, of course not very valuable to me…but you two certainly will think so." His body seemed to shake at this, and his cold fingers reached the top of Ronald's head.
     "You're delusional! As if!!!" He tried to run but undertaker had a firm grasp. Out of the corner of his eye, Ronald saw Sebastian strip off his shirt.
     "WHAT!? Are you crazy too!???" Ronald blinked multiple times, thinking that he would wake up soon…but the gurtful grasp on his hair told him a thousand times over that he wasn't dreaming.
     "Might as well. Otherwise I think we would be having a very long visit. That would displease my master. Therefore…" He folded the shirt and laid it to rest on top of the dead man's chest.
     "Ohhhhuhuhu…Things just got interesting! Now little nuisance…what will you do?"  Of course, Undertaker did not intend for things to go even this far…but he couldn't resist this priceless moment. Of course, he preferred tending to the dead (in a more decent way) but…he considered this to be an experience of amusement. Once he was unamused, he wouldn't let it go any further.
     "I…I…" He looked down and took a long breath. "I'm into chicks…but…If it means me getting out of here then I-"
     Oh, splendid!" Undertaker ruffled his hair.
     "Wa-wait! I was gonna say I'd rather stay in this room forever oppose to-"
     It was too late.
     To play along with them, Undertaker put on a serious face and smooched the top of Ronald's head. He didn't like this of course, but wanted to see their lovely responses.
     "Hm…If you two kiss, I'll let you go…I won't make you go too far…~Fufu."
     Sebastian's brow twitched, but he otherwise made himself remain calm. A bead of sweat slid down Ronald's cheek as he leaned in to Sebastian…better him than Undertaker…

      Outside, Grell was walking on him merry way to find Ronald. He had gone to the Phantomhive mansion, but found only the servants there.
     "Honestly," He said flipping his hair with a crimson annoyance "Bassy is nowhere to be found, and neither is that brat Ronald. My day is NOT good." He pouted his lip and glared at the ground for his misfortune. As he did this, he saw a dark blue streak proudly walk past him.
     "Brat?! Er, Ciel?!!" He grabbed the shoulder of the blue.
     "What is it you want with me this time? Sorry, I have no other relatives here for you to help then slaughter. Better luck next time."
     "No, no, no! Ciel, where's Sebas-chan?"
     Ciel looked out the corner of his eyes at Grell, finally deciding to respond. "I was just looking for him. I figured he'd take shelter in the storm not too long ago…But he's not in any place that I would expect him to be. You obviously haven't seen him either…"
     "No. I'm looking for both him and Ronald, so…"
     Each of them remained silent at this and looked around them in case one of the missing persons had found them instead.
     A ground-shaking laugh filled the street. It came from only a few building down from where the shinigami and the boy stood.
     "Was that…?" Ciel's eye held no curiosity, knowing EXACTLY who it was.
     "Yeah, I…" Grell and Ciel exchanged a look of concern, and sprinted in the direction of Undertaker's laughter.
     When they opened the door, he was on the floor giggling himself to tears.
     "That. Was…hahaha, you two…" He pushed his hands together making kissing noises. "How in the world…You believed I….hahahahaha."
     As Ciel and Grell cautiously peered inside, their jaws dropped. Grell's in happiness to see Sebastian with his shirt off, and Ciel's in…well…disgust mixed with a pang of jealousy, but he didn't realize the latter.
     "We…" Sebastian began, but Undertaker finished for them.
     "They kissed each other! They actually kissed! Haha…I…hehe, I told them the only way out was to kiss each other and they…They guehehehe…...Fufufu, They gave me such amusing movements to look at! HA!"
     Grell touched  Ronald on the shoulder. "I'm angry at you for kissing Bassy…But, if you like men, I'll accept you as a friend no matter what. Well, as long as that man isn't Sebby." He eyed Ronald carefully.
     "I Don't like MEN! I was forced to! U-Undertaker…You see he…and then he…" Ronald couldn't bring himself to explain everything, so he said it shortly, as Undertaker did. "He locked us in a room, and to get out we kissed. That's all."
     "You kissed a demon?!!!!!" A stern voice boomed from the doorway.
     "Will???! Will, oh, Will! What're you doing here~?" Grell was overjoyed to be surrounded by a room full of men.
     "I'm here to find YOU TWO! Work is piling up! What are you two doing here with" He pointed his Death-Scythe at everyone angrily.
     "Sebastian!" Ciel's voice broke the room down to silence. Even though he was a kid, his voice possessed great authority.
     "Yes, bocchan…?" He was in the process of buttoning his shirt.
     Sebastian finished getting dressed, his clothes not yet completely dry.
     "D-don't…do shameful things. That's an order, mind you!" He grabbed his butler by the waistcoat and dragged his outside.
     "Yes, my lord…Are you jealous?" Sebastian leaned down and kissed Ciel's head. Ciel turned red and yelled no…but he didn't protest the kiss. The two walked to a carriage outside waiting for them.
     
     The room filled with laughter once more and William covered his ears.
     "Grell Sutcliff! OUTSIDE. NOW." Will and Grell exited. After a minute, Ronald left so he wouldn't be sucked into overtime or have to deal with Undertaker again.

     Outside, William grabbed Grell by the hair and bashed him against the sidewalk, making blood spurt from his lips.
     "WILL!" Grell shrieked, grabbing at his legs, begging him to let go.
     "I bet you kissed that filthy demon too! And the undertaker!? I bet you were all just having a love-fest! Disgusting! Intolerable! Filthy!" He let go of Grell's hair but started to briskly walk away, adjusting his glasses out of habit.
     "William!" Grell's tone was firm, as was his feet planted on the ground.
     "…What is it, Sutcliff?" He turned around slowly.
     "I…I didn't kiss anyone. Or do anything of what you might be thinking…I came into that place with Ciel, looking for Ronald." He left out the part on going to see the butler also.
     "…I believe you…I suppose…" His monotone sent Grell's heart pounding. Grell just couldn't figure out Will's emotions. Could he be…jealous?
     "Will…" Grell ran up to him and took his arm in both hands lightly. "I…"
     "I know, Sutcliff. You didn't do anything wrong and don't want overtime. However, you do deserve punishment for ditching your work…"
     "Oh…I guess that's alright. Not too bad of a punishment I hope." His voice cracked with fear.
     "Oh, it's bad alright." He adjusted his glasses again, looking Grell in the eyes. His were steady and deep. Grell's were twitching with fear and shallow.
     "I…Well, if I'm getting punished…I'll go get Ronald." He sped away.
     In a split second, he arm was being pulled back by a hand wearing a black glove. Grell winced, waiting to be scolded and/or hit.
     Will's voice came out low and soft. Grell's eyes opened to find William stooped down so he and Grell were face to face. "No. I mean…don't. you'll get your own punishment…"
     Grell's heard his voice quiver as if he were nervous. He wasn't shaking but…was he? And what did he mean by…….Suddenly Grell realized.
     "Oh, William!~" He blushed the deepest shade of red and grabbed his arm tighter. Will went to brush him off but, seeing as there was no one around, he let him walk back holding his arm.

     Back inside, Undertaker's laughs died down…a little.