The cool autumn breeze caressed a certain red-haired reapers hair as it blew through the open window of his office. He shivered and closed the window quickly before the papers on his desk were blown off. With a heavy mournful sigh, he complained: "Here I am locked away to do reports on Thanksgiving!" He exhaled aggressively and crossed his arms, slumping in his desk chair. He couldn't help but ask himself "I wonder what Bassy is doing right now?" In his mind, he began dancing in the Phantomhive ballroom in a red princess style dress, Sebastian in a tux as they elegantly danced with expert fluidity. His face began to heat as his train of thought continued. "Ah! How scandalous! So taboo!~" he squirmed excitedly. Suddenly his expression fell "Damn William, making me work on reports; and he still won't give my death scythe back!" he glanced at the tiny scissors on the desk to the right of him. With another heavy sigh, he pouted "Well, there's no helping it." He flung his long crimson hair over his shoulder.

"Oh! If I can't go see him, I could always write a letter to him!" Grell squealed in delight before grabbing a quill and ink well. He flattened a piece of paper and got to work writing. He gently dipped the quill into the ink well, but as he pulled it away to begin writing, he managed to catch the tip of the quill on the ink well and spill it all over himself. "Ugh, of course. I just HAD to make a mess" he grumbled to himself as he cleaned up. He tossed the ruined supplies into a trash bin and grabbed a fountain pen, beginning his letter.

Dear Sebastian,

"No no, that won't do..." he mumbled.

Dearest Bassy~

I wanted to write you...

"No this isn't right either. I want to write to someone else...It's thanksgiving..." The red-haired reaper sighed.

Mother,

I know you are long gone, but thanksgiving made me think of you. It's me, Grell; though you might know me by a different name. I changed my name. I miss you terribly. I know I wasn't the perfect son you always dreamed of. I'm sorry for breaking your heart. I'm truly a lady now! Well maybe not in body but now I can truly be myself.

Grell hesitated, tears welling up in his eyes as he continued.

I really like two men, if we were closer I'd ask your advice. I really like this one man, I work with him. He helped me accept who I am, in a roundabout way. He's tall, manly, he's really handsome. He has short dark hair, green eyes and wears glasses! Although I wear glasses now too. He's really uptight though.

Grell thought for a moment before continuing.

Naturally, you would disapprove. They are red cat eyeglasses. Oh, and my hair is much nicer now. It's long, red and silky. I know how much you hate red, the colour of harlots. It's my favourite colour. Everything is more beautiful in red.

This made him laugh and cry at the same time.

I love the colour red, more than I ever loved you. If only you could see me now mother. I would have made you beautiful too. Maybe Madam would have slain you, for unappreciating your only child.~ She would carve you and make you beautiful too~ How divine would that be? Karma is quite the lady after all. Oh, and you would have to meet my Bassy. He met me as an ugly brunette like you. He's cruel and makes me hurt so good!~ I want to kill him myself! A fabulous fight to the death! Tragic and beautiful, just like Romeo and Juliet. Forbidden and taboo, oh how I want to bare his children. You a devout Christian would never approve!

Grell dropped his pen, bursting into laughter. "How I wish I could have watched your last moments. To watch the light leave your eyes..." He trailed off and picked up his pen, continuing the letter.

I digress, this letter I was writing was meant to be in thanks. Thank you for being a terrible mother. Had you not filled me with self-loathing, I never would have met Bassy. So, again thank-you. Had you not abused me I never would have become the lady I am today. I am a grim reaper, part of Jack the ripper and as fabulous as I always dreamed! Free from you, I'm a masochist by nature and a part of something much bigger than the pitiful existence of mortals. Sebastian and Madam red are the two most interesting, most valuable and wonderful people I've ever met. William too! Sebastian is tall, dark, and handsome. He is truly a butler to DIE for. He and I must die in battle together! His perfect form, deep hatred filled crimson eyes, the sheer distaste he bestows upon me!~

Grell shivered in delight, wrapping his arms around himself as he squirmed in his seat. The thought of Sebastian and he battling sent chills along his skin, giving him goosebumps from head to toe.

Anyway, even though my childhood was one train wreck after another, thank-you. Thank you for birthing me, treating me poorly and disowning me. Truly, thank-you.

Grell dropped the pen and smiled, pleased with himself. At that moment he folded the letter and put it in a drawer of the small but heavy oak work desk. A loud rapping pounded against the door. "Grell. Are the reports ready yet?" William asked through the door. He adjusted his glasses with his death scythe, a bored expression splayed on his face. Grell nearly jumped out of his skin.

"Yes! Right here." He answered hastily as he grabbed the files off the desk. He balanced the pile in his arms clumsily. William opened the door for Grell, turning on his heel and walking down the hall. Grell rolled his eyes, grumbling "you could at least help me" before whining at William about him being way too uptight. Grell looked back at the closing door of his office, looking at the drawer with the letter in it. "I forgive you" the red-haired reaper whispered before running to catch up with William. Naturally, to Grell's dismay he tripped on his own foot and fell on his face, the files and reports scattered into the air, cascading slowly and softly like soft feathers.