Hello readers! Before you start reading I want to tell you that this is my first fanfiction that is actually being published on here. I would be honoured if you'd review the story after reading it to help me become better at writing! Critique is welcome!
Well then, I won't keep you from reading anymore. Enjoy!

Today was a wonderful day for Grell Sutcliff. Not only was he free until tomorrow, no, he also knew a fun thing to do. And maybe – just maybe – he'd encounter his Romeo. Of course he could go to the Phantomhive manor to see him, but right now he had no time for that.

Because today was the day, on which he could finally buy that red dress he had always wanted! Nothing will stop him from doing this most important task. Nothing! He'd been saving up money for months. Hell, he even worked overtime on a few occasions. Not that it helped much, with the pay being so meagre. They should have given him a bonus; he is a first class shinigami after all! Sadly, – and especially after the „Jack the Ripper"-incident – William just couldn't see that. Well, it's his loss.

London's streets were bustling with life. People were tending to their own business, carriages were driving hither and thither… Just a normal afternoon in the city.

When Grell had finally reached his destination, "Mademoiselle Rouge", he felt both excited and proud. 'Will always complains how I can't get anything done. As if!' He huffed, pushing these unpleasant thoughts aside. After all, there's no excuse for keeping this dress waiting!

As he entered, a small French-looking man greeted him: "Bonjour, Milady. How may I be of assistance?" Grell was positively surprised. 'Finally someone who sees me for whom I am!' He told him about his "task" here.

"I am very sorry, Milady. This dress is no longer available. We sold the last one about a month ago. May I interest in something else?" 'What…? It's gone?' He only shook his head and left the shop in a gloomy manner. It takes a lot to bring Miss Sutcliff down, but this was too much. He felt devastated. All his plans were ruined! "I wanted to wear it on my first date with my Sebby…" He didn't pay any attention to where he was going. He was lost in his depressing feelings… So lost, that he didn't recognize the person walking towards him.

"Sebastian!" "Yes, my lord?" A raven-haired butler knelt in front of a rather peculiar looking child. "Prepare me a chocolate cake. And while you're at it, go and pick up my new pocket watch." His tone is bored and there is a sly little grin on his face. Ciel Phantomhive certainly likes torturing his butler with meaningless tasks. "Yes, my lord." The butler knelt and smiled in a most unnerving manner.

'Of all mortals I get a spoiled brat…' Sebastian quickly whisked away these inappropriate thoughts. He had to concentrate on his important task. 'What to do first…' Just yesterday Bardroy blew up the kitchen again whilst trying to cook a meal with a flamethrower. 'I have to get the ingredients for the cake too, it seems.' It's going to be a long day for Sebastian Michaelis. Not that he couldn't handle it, he is one hell of a butler after all, but even a demon like him can lose his patience.

London smelled as awful as always. There were too many mortals and the streets weren't cleaned often, if cleaned at all. 'Humans are rather disgusting creatures…'

He first went to the clockmaker, to get his young master's watch. It was nothing special, really, but it worked well and the quality was very good. He paid for it and headed toward his next destination. That is, until he spotted something very familiar. 'Out of all souls I have to come across him…' He wanted to take an alternate route to avoid running into him, but something seemed very off. 'He should be declaring his undying love for me by now. I wonder if something has happened. Maybe he just didn't see me.' Wait. Why is he being concerned about this obnoxious redhead? He should just walk away right now and obey his master's order, but something inside him did not let him do that. Instead, Sebastian chooses to inquire the reason of the shinigami's untypical behaviour.

"Grell, what are you doing in a place like this?" He should try and be as direct as possible. "Oh, hello Sebastian…" Something is wrong. Very wrong. Grell didn't try to jump him. Grell didn't try to kiss him. Grell didn't even lift his head to look at him. "It seems as if something has happened. Would you mind if I ask 'what is wrong, Grell?" The gentle tone of his question surprised Sebastian. "It's nothing you should concern yourself with. I would rather be alone now. Goodbye, Sebastian."

Just as Grell wanted to take his leave, the demonic butler did something, of which he thought it'd never happen. He hugged the redhead. "Grell, I shall arrange a meeting for us tonight at the Phantomhive mansion. Would you be ready to tell me what is bothering you by then?" Disbelief was written all over the death god's pretty face. "Is this some kind of trick?" He must be really upset to stop idealizing him. "I ensure you it is nothing like that." For a short moment he pondered about this very strange invitation. "Well… I guess it's okay then." "Then it's settled. I must hurry now. Until later today, Miss Grell." Sebastian took Grell's hand into his and kissed him goodbye. 'What have I done?'