Tea and Cookies
Written for a contest over on deviantart...Blame them for this silliness. X3
Title: Tea and Cookies
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Author: silenttaiyoukai
Words: ~800
Rating: PG
Characters: Undertaker, William, Grell
Summary: William walks in on the Undertaker and Grell…
He was welcomed into the shop by a wayward cobweb fluttering into his hair. He quickly brushed it away, frowning. It was the first time in a long time that he has been in the Undertaker's shop, and it was just as well. Despite all the respect he held for the elder Death God, William could not help but feel a bit disgusted at the condition he kept his place of business in. There were cobwebs in every corner while all of the shelves, not to mention the floor and the scattered caskets, were lined with a thick layer of dust.
William sighed and took a look around, his hand tightening on the binder he was holding. The sooner he got the Undertaker to sign his overtime reports, the sooner he could get out of this disaster area. Hopefully he wasn't hiding in one of the coffins again.
"Sir?" William called into the dank room. There was no answer.
He went over the coffin that was propped up on the back wall and slowly pulled it open. He found it empty, but noticed that there was a dim light shining out from beneath the door next to it. He closed the coffin and knocked softly on the door. No one answered but he could hear voices from within, though he could not make out exactly what was being said. He leaned his ear against the door and quickly recognized the Undertaker's laughter. He did not expect to hear the second, grating voice.
"Oh Undertaker, you do know how to treat a lady," came the voice of Grell Sutcliff, following by a girlish giggle.
William grimaced. A small part of brain was telling him it would be unwise to open the door. Another, larger part of his brain, was telling him that it would be a waste of time to leave without getting what he had came for in the first place. Slowly, he pushed the door open.
The kitchen on the other side of the door was cleaner than the rest of the shop, though not clean enough for William's liking. he found the Undertaker pulling a tray out from the ovens, his hands stuffed inside a pair of pink oven mitts. Grell was sitting at the table over a dish of cookies and a beaker of tea. William sighed and adjusted his glasses.
"Ahh William, how nice of you to visit," the Undertaker smiled. He held the tray of bone-shaped cookies out to William. "Cookie?"
William's eyes moved from the laden tray to the table, where a blob of unrolled dough and another tray of unbaked cookies was sitting. He wrinkled his nose.
"You haven't had any customers laid out on this table before, have you?" he asked.
The Undertaker burst into mad laughter, tilting the tray and letting a cookie slide out onto the floor where it broke into multiple pieces. He put the tray on the table and shoved the next tray in the oven for baking. He was still laughing when he took off his mitts and started rolling out the massive blob of dough. Grell was snickering with him, oblivious to the glare William was giving him.
"Sutcliff," William barked, grabbing Grell by the collar of his vest. Grell flinched and let out a whine. "What are you doing here? Weren't you on an assignment?"
"I've finished my assignment for the night!" Grell said, pulling out of William's hold and straightening his vest.
"It's the truth. He was even so kind as to bring me the body. Wasn't that nice?" the Undertaker said, cutting the rolled dough into shapes.
"I suppose," William sighed. "Sir, if you would sign these overtime reports for me, I'll be on my way," William said. He opened the binder of paperwork on a clean portion of the table, but the Undertaker continued cutting out cookies as though he didn't notice it.
"Why the rush, Will?" Grell said, and William suddenly found his arm in a crimson vice, Grell's cheek pressed firmly up against his forearm. "Why don't you stay with us awhile?"
As William pulled out of Grell's hold, his elbow hit Grell's full beaker of tea, overturning it. William watched in silent horror as the liquid splashed across the reports, dying them an ugly peachy-brown color.
"Well, isn't that a shame?" the Undertaker laughed. "Guess you'll have to make some more copies."
William grumbled, a vein throbbing at his temple. He barely noticed that Grell was hugging at his arm again. The Undertaker held a cookie under William's nose and waved it around.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like one?" he asked, and he and Grell were laughing again.
William sighed, trying to block out the giggling of the two lunatics on either side of him. After this wasted trip he was going to have another set of overtime reports to fill out.
Title: Tea and Cookies
Fandom: Kuroshitsuji
Author: silenttaiyoukai
Words: ~800
Rating: PG
Characters: Undertaker, William, Grell
Summary: William walks in on the Undertaker and Grell…
He was welcomed into the shop by a wayward cobweb fluttering into his hair. He quickly brushed it away, frowning. It was the first time in a long time that he has been in the Undertaker's shop, and it was just as well. Despite all the respect he held for the elder Death God, William could not help but feel a bit disgusted at the condition he kept his place of business in. There were cobwebs in every corner while all of the shelves, not to mention the floor and the scattered caskets, were lined with a thick layer of dust.
William sighed and took a look around, his hand tightening on the binder he was holding. The sooner he got the Undertaker to sign his overtime reports, the sooner he could get out of this disaster area. Hopefully he wasn't hiding in one of the coffins again.
"Sir?" William called into the dank room. There was no answer.
He went over the coffin that was propped up on the back wall and slowly pulled it open. He found it empty, but noticed that there was a dim light shining out from beneath the door next to it. He closed the coffin and knocked softly on the door. No one answered but he could hear voices from within, though he could not make out exactly what was being said. He leaned his ear against the door and quickly recognized the Undertaker's laughter. He did not expect to hear the second, grating voice.
"Oh Undertaker, you do know how to treat a lady," came the voice of Grell Sutcliff, following by a girlish giggle.
William grimaced. A small part of brain was telling him it would be unwise to open the door. Another, larger part of his brain, was telling him that it would be a waste of time to leave without getting what he had came for in the first place. Slowly, he pushed the door open.
The kitchen on the other side of the door was cleaner than the rest of the shop, though not clean enough for William's liking. he found the Undertaker pulling a tray out from the ovens, his hands stuffed inside a pair of pink oven mitts. Grell was sitting at the table over a dish of cookies and a beaker of tea. William sighed and adjusted his glasses.
"Ahh William, how nice of you to visit," the Undertaker smiled. He held the tray of bone-shaped cookies out to William. "Cookie?"
William's eyes moved from the laden tray to the table, where a blob of unrolled dough and another tray of unbaked cookies was sitting. He wrinkled his nose.
"You haven't had any customers laid out on this table before, have you?" he asked.
The Undertaker burst into mad laughter, tilting the tray and letting a cookie slide out onto the floor where it broke into multiple pieces. He put the tray on the table and shoved the next tray in the oven for baking. He was still laughing when he took off his mitts and started rolling out the massive blob of dough. Grell was snickering with him, oblivious to the glare William was giving him.
"Sutcliff," William barked, grabbing Grell by the collar of his vest. Grell flinched and let out a whine. "What are you doing here? Weren't you on an assignment?"
"I've finished my assignment for the night!" Grell said, pulling out of William's hold and straightening his vest.
"It's the truth. He was even so kind as to bring me the body. Wasn't that nice?" the Undertaker said, cutting the rolled dough into shapes.
"I suppose," William sighed. "Sir, if you would sign these overtime reports for me, I'll be on my way," William said. He opened the binder of paperwork on a clean portion of the table, but the Undertaker continued cutting out cookies as though he didn't notice it.
"Why the rush, Will?" Grell said, and William suddenly found his arm in a crimson vice, Grell's cheek pressed firmly up against his forearm. "Why don't you stay with us awhile?"
As William pulled out of Grell's hold, his elbow hit Grell's full beaker of tea, overturning it. William watched in silent horror as the liquid splashed across the reports, dying them an ugly peachy-brown color.
"Well, isn't that a shame?" the Undertaker laughed. "Guess you'll have to make some more copies."
William grumbled, a vein throbbing at his temple. He barely noticed that Grell was hugging at his arm again. The Undertaker held a cookie under William's nose and waved it around.
"Are you sure you wouldn't like one?" he asked, and he and Grell were laughing again.
William sighed, trying to block out the giggling of the two lunatics on either side of him. After this wasted trip he was going to have another set of overtime reports to fill out.