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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Major_Character_Death, Rape/Non-Con,
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      Kuroshitsuji_|_Black_Butler, Grell_and_Sebastian, Grell_and_Lucius_Trey
  Relationship:
      Ciel_Phantomhive/Grelle_Sutcliff, Sebastian_Michaelis/Grelle_Sutcliff,
      Ciel_Phantomhive/Undertaker, Grelle_Sutcliff/Undertaker, Grelle_Sutcliff/
      Lucius_Trey
  Character:
      Grelle_Sutcliff, Sebastian_Michaelis, Ciel_Phantomhive, The_Undertaker,
      Lucius_Trey, Mey-Rin, Finny, Bardo_-_Character
  Additional Tags:
      Rape, Male/Male, friendships, Black_Butler_-_Freeform, Hatred
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-08 Chapters: 1/? Words: 1415
****** Grell and his Bassy... ******
by Grelle_Sutcliff
Summary
     A young boy with Bright Red hair made a decision, one that changed
     his life forever.
Notes
     I will always write a small message like this one at the begining of
     everything I write like this, wether it's every chapter or every
     book. If you don't enjoy it, then just don't bother even reading any
     further than this...
     ...
     you still here? Good I guess. I am Ciel Earl Phantomhive of the
     Phantomhive Manor. If you don't like it then you can just go. This
     story, is about a boy, named Rapunzel. No I'm joking it's not, this
     story is the same as the title. "Grell and his Bassy" its a love
     story of sorts, filled with dreams, death and of course 'love?' in
     someway between a grimreaper and a demon.
     ...
     I know this chapter is short but it's a short second story inside the
     main, explaining on how hated Grell was by the world. But only one
     little boy could see how amazing he was, yet the twist is that the
     little boy, Lucius, was Sebastian Michaelis in years to come.
See the end of the work for more notes
Chapter One:
There was a boy, a small boy, with a dream...
The boy's dream was to become a writer. His parents did support his sons
dreams, but instead of letting him write stories, they tried to push him into
poetry. The boy's name was Lucius Trey. He's small, dark blonde hair, blue
eyes. His clothes are scrawny on his small body. He is but 6 years old. It's
his birthday. What he doesn't know, is that today, his life will change.
Standing in the middle of the kitchen with his parents he blinks at the spread
layed out on the table before his eyes. His blue eyes grew big in wonder at why
his parents have put food like this on the table for breakfast. There was hot
toast pilled with butter and jam. A large bowl filled with whole grain wheat-a-
bix and loads of milk and a large glass of pure orange juice. This isn't much,
but for a newly turned 6 year old, it was as if heaven had visited and layed
out this delicious spread of food. But like any other Christian family in that
time, he had to get dressed, brush his teeth and make his bed before he could
sit at the table. Unaware that it was his birthday he went upstairs to find
that his bed had already been made and his father helped him get dressed. He
brushed his teeth in the kitchen sink and then sat at the table with his mother
and father now waiting for him. As he sat they all crossed their hands, closed
their eyes and prayed to the Lord for delivering this fine food, give them a
house to live in a warm bed to sleep in. Most of all they thanked God for
letting their son be with them at this time of his life. Because, years ago
before they even thought of having Lucius, they had a baby. Her name was
Louise-Annea. She was a very healthy baby. But on her 6th Birthday she went
missing. Her parents later found her body in the river not far from their
house. She would have been 16 last Friday. They gave up hope on raising a
family, to distraught to try again. But a couple of years later, his mother
found out she was pregnant with him. It raised their spirits and a baby boy was
born...
As a wish that he had wanted since he was 5, his parents granted it this year.
Let the neighbours kids round to play. Of course, he was so excited he was
jumping up and down as the kids piled in that afternoon at 12pm. Lucius' family
was poor and couldn't afford food for all of the children in the village, so
their friends brang food for the children to eat at 2pm. An hour after the
children had piled in there was a knock at the door. The kids where playing in
the small garden with the other parents watching. Lucius, who had very sharp
ears, heard the door knock and he pelted inside to open it before his parents
could. In the doorway stood a tallish boy, bright red hair, yellow and green
eyes, in a red t-shirt - the colour paled with age - and black shorts and
reddish brown shoes. The boy took Lucius' breathe away.
Lucius' parents accompanied him to the door a couple of minutes later. The boy
smiled brightly at Lucius, sharp pointed teeth were the centre of that smile.
His lips were bright red, his skin pale white. He was like a porcelain doll so
beautiful and delicate-looking. His parents stood behind him. A young couple,
in their late teens. His mother, was small and mite - wearing a short dress up
to her knees - which was pure black and the colour brang out her yellowish
eyes. Her hair in long red waves down her back to her waist. His father,
dressed in a baby blue faded tailor coat and white tailor shirt. His trousers
were dark blue and he wore black shoes. His hair was shoulder length and
midnight black. His eyes were green emeralds. Lucius' parents stared at the
couple. They highly unapproved of the couple's clothes, style, age and son. But
they let them in because what kind of people would they be if they didn't grant
their son's wish. Lucius grabbed the red haired boy's hand and dragged him into
the garden where the rest of the kids were. The teenage couple stood in the
kitchen with the other parents - who changed their location from garden to
kitchen - talking. Everyone had a good time. Before long it was 2pm the kids
rushed inside at the sound of Lucius' mother calling them in - Lucius' mother
and Father were called Barbra and Gordon. The children excitedly took their
place on the floor in the small living room and ate. But all the while small
Lucius watched the red haired boy in wonder. The day ended and with that, so
did the happy faces on his parents.
"Why did you keep looking at that Satanist of a boy?!" Barbra shouted at her
little boy. Barbra and Gordon have a tendency to call the people they don't
find suiting 'Satanists' especially if they have no religion - which she found
out today. Lucius' father sat in his chair, reading the newspaper from 3 days
ago with a cup of tea and a pipe ignoring everything that was going on.
"I-I don't know Mummy...he a nice boy. No Satanist!" Lucius muttered softly
hoping that his mother would calm down.
"Don't talk down to me, young man! That boy is a Satanist! You were staring at
him! You should have noticed his clothes and that hair!" She exclaimed making a
face which meant she highly disapproved of.
"He a nice boy... nice boy!" Lucius said softly to his mother, which took
offence to.
"No! That god-forsaken child is not a nice boy! He has no religion! No
discipline!" She paused regaining her posture before snapping "Why were you
looking at him like that? I know that look in your eyes. It means you desired
something. Like you do at the village shop in the sweet isle. Why were you
giving that BOY thatLOOK?!" She glared at him.
"I not'nt Mummy. Swear I not'nt." He didn't know how to say 'Wasn't' yet which
wasn't his fault. Glaring his Mother slapped his legs.
"Do NOT lie to me boy!" She almost screamed. That's when his father got
involved.
"Barbra! Stop shouting the neighbours will hear. Look, just discipline the boy
and be done with it. I hate it just as much as you do that the Satanist boy and
parents where in our home. But, that doesn't give you the right to take it out
on the boy. He's a kid. Not knowing the difference between little boys and
little girls. Leave it at that! But I swear, LUCIUS, if I find out you have an
attraction to that little boy I will, I repeat. I WILL see to it you will never
see him again and you will be punished severely. AM I UNDERSTOOD LUCIUS!?" His
father shouted, Lucius trembled as his father shouted at him. His mother
smacked his butt hard and sent him to his room.
That night he sat in bed and silently cried. The pictures of the red haired boy
crossed his mind and at that moment he realized he forgot to ask for his name.
It was early, the sun was rising and the birds singing before he fell asleep.
But, even though he was asleep he had heard his father's footsteps across the
landing to his small room which was still filled with his dead sister's old
toys, cot and clothes. The door swung open and Lucius jumped awake. That day it
was his first day at school and his father was taking him the two miles there.
Getting dressed quickly, having breakfast he was out the door in 10 minutes
flat. His father said he need to get him there quickly and early because he had
to get back here and to his work on time which was at the local farm a mile
away from their small cottage.
On the way down the road Lucius' eyes darted around at the silent still
countryside. It was beautiful as he walked. A couple of cottages down the road
his eyes fell on bright red hair.
End Notes
     But you see, this story isn't even about this small boy called
     Lucius. This is part of the story. But not even a major part. It only
     gives the story of how Grell became gay. Well, he was always gay, but
     he just found out he was by this story. This is Chapter One : The Boy
     With The Red Hair
     Maybe I will continue this story in a different chapter. Maybe not.
     But, Lucius played an important role in Grell's life. That was before
     what happened. Too Chapter Two : The Grim Reaper's Challenge
     Which will appear on 15th April 2014.
     ~Grell Sutcliff <3
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