Kuroshitsuji Oneshot collection

Last Dance (Grelle x Reader)

IMPORTANT NOTICE: I originally wrote this fanfic referring to Grelle with male pronouns. I now see the error of my ways and this fic has been edited to change the pronouns to the correct ones. (She/her).

I let her clad black gloved fingers fall to my waist as we waltzed silently, our heels both clicking on the wooden floor.

Trust me and accept my hand to this carousel of nightmares
Now I know the frail you wishes for salvation
Do not lament when I touch your shoulder
My darling; just one last dance

She smiled at me, a calm upturning of crimson lips, a sight that was as rare as snow in Egypt.
Furthermore, even the stillness of our steps was painfully oxymoronic.

That which suits you the most is a flaming tango

"Grelle?"

Her eyes shone behind the familiar crimson of her glasses.
"Yes, darling?"
Her voice was quiet and tired.
I let my head fall to her shoulders. Surely, they weren't that broad underneath her coat, but they were toned enough. I longed to trace the lines of her muscles and follow those veins; not necessarily a longing of touching a body for what it meant, but simply pure curiosity and intriguity, seeing the way they showed up in the light.
"This is nice. I wish we could stay like this forever."
"You have no idea how much I wish the same thing, dear."

I looked up to her. I touched one of her skulls with my left hand out of habit, the round object between my fingers would always calm me in stressing situations; it had become a ritual. I won a sad smile from the reaper. With her turn, she tilted my chin and studied my face, the shinigami's strong eyes piercing right through me, a faint yet apparent look of sorrow beautifully engraved in his irises.

Accept my apology along with a kiss
The frail you looks up to me in astonishment; why?
Even if our feet hurt, let us not stop spinning
My darling, just one last dance

We stayed in silence for a few seconds before Grelle kissed my forehead and we finished our Waltz. I took the opportunity to grasp one of her hands in mine and study her narrow wrist. Up close, you could see it fold up over the arteries, their faint color showing up through her extremely pale and thin skin. Upon inspecting her hand, you could tell the phalanges belonged to a woman, strong, pointed joints with wonderfully oval shaped fingernails, predictably painted a deep scarlet.
Overall, Grelle's hand was utterly beautiful.
I touched the sensitive skin of her wrist. As expected, no pulse could be found, and the veins and arteries underneath it were hard as rocks, such that I wondered how the shinigami could move her hand.
I traced a horizontal line with my pointer finger.

"Was it here?"

"Eh?"

"Was it here? You know."

Her yellow and green eyes twinkled.
"...maybe."

"I see."

What suits us is a bed of feathers

I led the reaper to the open window, sitting on the windowsill for a little to rest.  She simply leaned on my knees. I had never seen her this quiet. I had never seen her this calm. I had never seen her this tired.

My dress was pulling me down and my corset was killing me, but I didn't say a word. There were much more important things that moment than a small sense of discomfort. After a while, I got up and the reaper led me to a lavish bordeux armchair.

"Grelle. Sit. You are paler than a ghost."

She shook her head. "I'm fine, you should rest. These cushions are very soft. After all;"
She paused slightly.
"...I have one last surprise for you."

Despite my worry, I decided to trust the woman and took a seat; the cushions were indeed very comfortable. Ah, I could hear my bones crack as my busy spread on the pillows.
Grelle, on the other hand, was suddenly presented to me, a beautiful chocolate brown violin in hand.
She did a small bow and began playing the instrument that was so beautiful even Mr Stradivari would be jealous with a technique that would leave even Paganini speechless.
Naturally, I was left with an open mouth, my eyes following her fingers as she played, trembling on the strings, offering quite an enchanting vibrato, and-once in a while- the vibrato being offered by the bow in her right hand for a change.

That explains the toned fingers with the strong joints.

She looked at me the whole time. Her expression had gone blank, even the nicely trimmed eyebrows straight as an arrow, a frightening expression I wasn't used to seeing from the shinigami.
When she finished, I was so amazed I couldn't even clap. She grinned for once, her shark-like teeth shining pearl white, even if her eyelids spoke otherwise.

I called her close and hugged her.

"I am going to miss you so much Grelle."

"Me too, sweetheart."

Listen to my voice for one, final, time
Let me embrace you like there's no tomorrow
Even if our bodies are seemingly away, our hearts exist in unison

Just promise me this;

Your bare torso is firmly on my own
Your tears run for me and me alone
Your lips open to speak your final phrases
My darling; just one last dance