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When; Dec. 14th
Rating; PG
Characters; Grell [

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Summary; Ready to escape the puss and rot and ick of the zombies, Road offers Grell time away in her seperate little dream world, (because Tyki is a meanie and it's much easier to get Grell to play?~).
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Gross, gross, grooooooooosssssss- Grell tiptoed through the streets, careful where he stepped, shuddering at every squelch and splat he heard around him. His shoes- oh, gracious, the rot could get on his shoes. The twitch started above his left eye, and shivered all the way down his spine, ending in a wriggle of his hips.

"Oh, nnnnnnnn-" The shinigami, (delicately sensitive~!!), flung his hands out in disgust. With a rather out-put frown on his face he stepped, leaping in to shadows in the manner of a death god before stepping out at the little Noah's apartment, brushing off his coat and inspecting for mess, only finding traces of gunpowder. Ugh- And having to come straight in this ugly butler disguise, too! No make-up, these drab clothes-

How disgraceful... at least he had a change in his bag- Quickly, he would return to the more attractive appearence. For now, he fussed with the mousy brown hair and simple spectacles. ... How boring- But not as nearly offensive as rotting things.

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"Grell~." Road called out, skipping over to the door to let him in. "Hello, Grell." She cooed up at him sweetly, quite willing to be nice to someone who gave in to her whims so easily. She was dressed for playtime, for a party, in a frilly dress and with a ribbon in her hair.

She grabbed his arm to tow him into the apartment and giggled as she took in his appearance - she knew he disliked looking that way, but it didn't make any difference to her. Road was used to people with two sides, and Grell was Grell, same as Tyki was Tyki no matter what he looked or acted like.

Her door was already waiting for them, and it flung itself open as they drew near. Not to take her somewhere else this time, but as a gateway to their own little haven, away from the mess of the City. She didn't even really need to use her door to create another world for them, but it was so much more ceremonious this way. She thought Grell would appreciate that.

Oh, he did appreciate it. This horrible mask he had to wear, ugh, but she was still so. damned. cute. What sort of cold and horrible man wouldn't melt at that face?~ (The General, of course! But his chilliness was part of his charm.)

A little giggle that seemed a tad off on this face, and he stepped through the door in to her playground, the gentleman at the door, gloved fingertips light on it, as if holding it open for her, bowing lightly- after all, he was dressed as a butler, and this was a much cleaner place in here, no?~

"After the little mistress~"

Road stepped through as well, into the swirly purple emptiness, the realm of her dreams where anything and everything was possible as long as she willed it to be. The door started to fade once they were both inside - still there of course, always there, but unseen while she didn't need it.

Inside it was vast, yet almost claustrophobic in the way only immense empty spaces could be. But soon walls started to take shape, the purple emptiness hidden behind them, only to be glimpsed through heavy curtains obscuring large arched windows. The room was large yet cosy, a ballroom piled high with toy and dolls and brightly beribboned presents in every corner.

Candles floating gently in the air illuminated everything, and a fireplace at one end of the room crackled cheerfully, throwing out heat in spite of being made up of exactly nothing at all. Road happily went from one end of the room to another, gathering up dolls and toys in her arms. Then she threw herself down on her stomach in front of the fireplace, ignoring the cushioned sofas set in front of it. Her legs kicking up in the air, she looked over her shoulder at Grell and waved at him to come and join her.

Oh, she was darling- Iyah, he could feel the blush on his cheeks just looking around. What a darling child, and this amazing power, oh- Perfection. (Sebastian, won't you just give it up and let us have a child as sweet as this one!)

Moving to her side, he stood by one of the sofas, dropping his bag on one of the cushions and beginning to riffle through, hips jivving to his favorite tune, smiling at her affectionately- paternally. ... No, that was maternally, bless him.

"A lovely room, little Road~" He crooned, pulling crimson garb out of the bag, removing his gloves.

Road played with her dolls, making them walk about and laughing quietly to herself as Grell changed. This was fun too, for now, a mimicry of normal home life (see, Allen, she could do this as well, if you'd just take the time to look at her and see. She didn't because she didn't want to.)

"I want to play Jack the Ripper!" she piped up. She pushed aside the other toys and left four dolls in front of her, a red haired gentleman, a clown, a girl, and a tattered curly haired doll. "I'll be Jack this time. You can be the others!"

"Ara~?" Grell smirked, looking over the eyeglasses he was taking off, taking a moment as he freed his hair to to pick up one of the dolls, the clown, and support his ring and pointer fingers under the arms, so that one handed, when he wriggled those fingers, the doll's arms flailed about, his lips curling in to a cute little smile.

"Do you think I can pull off the Mad Hatter's voice?~" But it was done in perfect mimicry of that voice, down to inflection, even tone and resonance. He was a master of disguise, after all, no? Still smiling, his other hand went for a comb, beginning to brush the drab brown from his hair, slowly revealing the crimson underneath, taking a seat on the floor beside her, back against the sofa.

She shrieked with laughter at the perfect imitation and held out the doll representing herself. "Mine now, do my voice!" She grinned up at him eagerly - she liked this game and he knew how to play it so well!

She kneeled up and sat back on her heels in anticipation, the other two dolls lying forgotten next to her.

The glasses placed aside, his true ones replaced, brushing out the long hair that was once again crimson. He'd bother with clothes later- this was enough away from that stuffy butler role that he could breathe, other hand plucking up one of the girl dolls, the same stance of it, lips pursing coquettishly.

"Grell, lift me higher~! I want the exorcists to see it~" A nice and neat copy of that sadistic tone that bordered madness, painting blood and murderous invitations on a firehouse wall.

Road clapped her hands at that, and actually fell to her side laughing hard and clutching at her sides. "That's perfect!" she said when she'd finally stopped laughing, though she couldn't stop herself giggling all the while. She picked up the red haired doll for herself, and handed the last remaining one to Grell, the tattered victim.

"What do we have here, a young lady out on her own so late? Tsk tsk tsk." she started, lowering her voice a little as 'Jack' but not making much of an effort otherwise.

Oh, now wasn't this a game? Grell neatly sat down the Mad Hatter and Rhode dolls, lithe fingers, ungloved, manipulating that wicked, wicked, woman. And they were wicked, weren't they? Trying to be so beautiful, and yet so ugly, tawdry- Tch.

"Ah?~ Is that a customer, mm? You'll flatter me, "young lady", ahhh..." A little doll hand clutched the face, a mock coy flutter, and Grell had to stop his own giggles, this time.

Oh, the game was afoot... tomorrow, tomorrow, once more, that crimson bath tomorrow-

The doll's arms were bent downwards to rest on his hips - there was a slight cracking sound because they're just not made to bend that way, but it wasn't as if Road noticed or cared. "Hmm, a customer? You could call me that~. The last one you'll need for a long while."

She made the Jack doll jump off her lap and dash after the doll in Grell's hands. Road wondered if it would go this way again tomorrow, the way it had so many times before now.

"Iyah~!" It was a rather convincing shriek of a woman in fear for her life, and really, Grell might have been a bit too in to it, for a grown man, but- We all knew he was a bit special.

"Please-" Running, but not as fast as being capable to get away, an almost frightening sadistic look coming over his face as he spoke for the woman, the doll, the victim-

"Anything, I'll do anything you want, please, just don't hurt me!"

And if Grell was a bit too into it, well, then so was Road. Standing 'Jack' in front of the other doll, blocking any escape, there was a cruel edge in her voice "You can sit still and let us make you prettier. More fitting." And then a little chuckle, but whether it came from 'Jack' or Road couldn't be said. Because of course, they're never told what they're being made prettier for.

The doll reached out with a hand to pet the whore's curls. "It won't hurt a bit." Such a pretty lie.

The doll was frozen, and in affect, Grell's hand even quaked with the doll's fear, taking half a step back, teeth clicking nervously.

"A- Anything, I said-" Trying too hard to be convincing- They always did. They begged, and pleaded, and cried, and offered everything- offered to do the dirtiest things, the most inhuman things, if they could only get away with their worthless little lives.

How pathetic.

A push, and the doll was sitting down. Road leaned over to pick up a few compacts of rouge and blush from among the discarded toys and with a dainty little brush in his hand 'Jack' started to pretty up the doll, the other small hand under her chin to hold her steady - those tremors of fear would spoil the effect otherwise.

Red hair brushed back by tiny fingers, Road held him back to admire his work.

"And now - now for the main event! Strike up the music!"

Edited 2008-12-15 15:26 (UTC)

The Mad Hatter doll, and it bowed, flourish and act.

"As the ringleader's assistant commands~" The hum started in the back of his throat, growing slowly to crescendo- opera, one of his favorite pieces that he had used before. Königin der Nacht.

He hit the notes correctly, (if not an octave lower), to drown out the screams that would soon come- He knew this act, this play-

And his blood boiled just replaying it.

Of course there's no actual chainsaw, but the Jack doll grabbed one of the victim's arms and the Road doll grabbed the other, and they twisted and pulled, the joints giving way, the tin of rouge upsetting, everything covered in bright red.

And so on they continue, ripping the doll to pieces, fabric and porcelain torn and shattered (but such a poor substitute for skin and bone), 'Jack' and 'Road' and Road's hands covered in as much red as the broken doll.

Not even laughing now, just grinning brightly, golden eyes intent on the scene.

Oh, he's not laughing either, concentrating on the background music, growing louder and louder, fingertips plying out on his sternum, focusing sound and effort- For the music to this sick, sick, play.

When the doll was ripped to pieces, his grin was too broad to hide, sharp teeth gnashed together and lips twisted in foul delight. Little broken toys, trashed soldiers, soiled dollies, all cast aside in the wake of those like they-

Who just loved killing.

"A beautiful act, little mistress," Grell finally crooned, reverently running his fingers through the ravished doll's hair.

Road brought a finger up to her mouth to lick the red off, then made a face as she realized it wasn't blood. Oops, she'd gotten a bit too caught up in their playtime.

"Just like tomorrow's will be." She moved to sit next to him, dolls left lying about now that she'd lost her interest in them. She pulled a lollipop out of the folds of her dress, something sweet to take the nasty taste of the rouge away. She let her head rest against his shoulder, kicking off her shoes to reach out stockinged toes towards the fireplace.

A giggle, as he pulled a hankerchief from his vest waist pocket, handing it to her to clean her make-up'd fingers, basking in the atmosphere- children, Sebas-chan, delightful sadistic-

Whoops, back on track.

"It's all the more saddening to think it will be forgotten among that disgusting crowd outside..." He lamented, making a distressed face, an upset pout.

Enjoying being fussed over, Road held out her hands instead so that he could clean them for her.

"Why don't we wait until the zombies are gone, then? It'll be just the thing to cheer everyone up afterwards ♥~" she asked, forming the words around the lollipop held in the side of her mouth.

Bless her selfish little heart... Ah, a true creature after his own heart. Smiling a little smile as he thought to himself, he took her hands over one knee to begin, gently cleaning off the crimson.

"Hmm.... good pooooint~" He drawled in a sing song voice. "I do so want to have fun, but- It's no fun if no one notices..."

"Then maybe we can tell Hatter we're postponing it for just a little~ while?" Tap tap tapping her fingers against his knee while he cleaned then, Road yawned a little.

"It's so much nicer here, isn't it? Away from them. Not real but much more real and made up to match." She mumbled the last bit, starting to drift off into sleep since the room was nice and warm and there are no pesky humans about to annoy her. And Grell to fuss over her, of course.

"At the first respite, we'll hit them." He crooned, soft and sickly sweet. "So they don't forget to look behind them, when they walk alone at night~"

Oh, but she was a doll, and the good kind, not the ones bound and broken on the floor. A girlish, maternal, sort of pride rose in him, stroking her hair briefly as she settled in to half sleep.

"It is certainly~ The little mistress' powers can do amazing things."

A soft muffled giggle. "They will." She hummed to herself as he stroked her hair, so cosy like this, a Death God and a Noah playing happy families. So very very wrong, which only made her enjoy it more.

She shifted herself slightly to get more comfortable, closing her eyes. "We can do anything and everything we like. That's what makes us different to everyone else."

It's what drove him to this, too. Wrongness, something that resonated as oh so wrong. And he loved it.

Settling himself, his eyes closed, lips quirked in to the delicate pursed, satisfied smile. "It's what makes us gods, after all, in the eyes of mere men." Death gods, and little girls who could create worlds with a dreamy thought.

"And gods, well-" Eyes opened just a little, dark and dangerous. "They're beyond comprehension."

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