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Author: Silvershaded

1. Found but not lost 2. Help is on its way 3. Past scars 4. Demons of the past 5. Forgotten 6. Remembering something?

Rated: T - English - Hurt/Comfort/Angst - Reviews: 3 - Published: 10-31-14 - Updated: 07-13-15

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A/N: As an Undertaker lover I had to do this...I'm sorry.

This was supposed to be a oneshot with the title 'My light' but that changed because I saw something in this that needed to be continued. ~hee hee~ Now, on with the story!

Undertaker's POV

Light and darkness. Where there was light, there was darkness. Will you find a light in the darkness as well? I'm not sure. Everything was light and dark. My thoughts only existed in darkness, that was until I met her. She brought light into my life, more a red light, but a light nevertheless. She was born a woman trapped in a male's body. I understand her. Not many do. She'd been trapped inside her own dark mind as well, but she didn't show it. I had nothing to fear, I was alone all the time after all.
Now, my lovely red rose came into my life. She stole my heart and mended it before locking it away and claiming it as her own. Her name is Grell Sutcliff. Yes, a man. Like I said, she wasn't born a woman. She gave me her heart as well. I treasure it, carry it everywhere I go. A rhythmic heartbeat echo's through my ears when I hold it close.

"Undie." A whisper. A soft whisper that always manages to cut through my thoughts. I let it caress my ears, letting it repeat over and over again. Wait. I wasn't letting it repeat, the whispers were coming from someone else and they were becoming frantic. They changed not only from sound but also from what they were saying. Going from 'Undie' to 'Undertaker'. "Undertaker, please." It wasn't a whisper anymore. The scared tone made my heart speed up. Confusion fogged my mind momentarily as I opened my eyes.
There it was, light. My red light. I tried sitting up but my limbs felt heavy. I couldn't even lift a finger. As strong as a storm roaring, dread rushed through my veins. The air around me felt cold. Why was it cold? It was as though I was laying in snow. "Undertaker? Can you hear me?" The same voice from before asked. It was Grell, she frowned down at me as I stared up at the ceiling, lost in thought. Lost in her beauty. Even the color of her aura was red. It was perfect and somehow warm. The warmth keeping me from freezing. I close my eyes once more, trying to figure out why I felt the way I did. I felt strange, as though something hit me. Or rather, I hit something. My head was pounding.
"Undertaker!" Grell. Grell's tone held concern. Even after hearing that, I couldn't seem to bring myself to answer her. I did hear her, but something was blocking my strength to respond. I wanted to reassure her, tell her that there was nothing to worry over. But I also wanted to ask what happened. Why was I like this?

Cold. The cold was creeping in my bones. I was still awake and I still heard everything. Grell wasn't alone, there was someone else with her.
"He doesn't respond." She says to someone. I open my eyes again to see whom she was talking to but I can't bring my head to move. It was heavy, hurting and keeping me from seeing anything else but the ceiling and Grell's hair which only appeared once in a while.

"What happened?" A new voice. One that sounded void of emotion and stern, yet, I could detect one emotion. It was vague but still there. It was concern. I listened as my light, my rose, told the unknown voice what happened.

"I think he fell and hit his head. He's awake but doesn't respond to anything, Will!" Grell explained, her voice cracking. She was beginning to panic. I wanted to remember what happened, I wanted to embrace her and kiss her. Sadly, I can't. She was speaking to William T. Spears it seemed. A serious reaper that disapproved of each thing my rose did.

"We should bring him to the Shinigami realm, we might be able to help him there." I heard William suggest. Perfect. Just perfect. Once again, I close my eyes, letting my thoughts wander. The air around me changed. It went from cold to painful. Wait, that wasn't the air that changed; it was my position. I had been laying on the ground it seemed and as I opened my eyes I noticed Grell standing on my right and William on my left, they had both pulled an arm over their shoulder. A barely audible grunt escaped my lips. I tried to lift my head, my attempts were in vain however. I wasn't paralyzed, so much was clear. I could still feel everything, the problem was that everything felt so heavy. From my lips to my toes. I could only move my eyelids.

Energy was being gathered together. I could feel it's effect as I saw a portal being formed by one of the two reapers. A portal that gave me some strength as well. I lifted my head, trying to look at my love. Grell didn't notice. She was too transfixed on creating the portal. I felt my heart sink as I saw the tears sliding down her cheeks. Was I the cause? My own eyes teared up at the salty tears my lover was shedding. When the portal was formed and ready to be used, she looked at William. She caught my eyes within her own when she saw me staring at her. I tried to smile but my lips wouldn't move. I was beginning to panic now, why wasn't my body cooperating?! I felt dread tugging at my heart at the thought of spending the rest of my days like this.

"Everything will be okay." Grell reassured when he saw the fear and tears in my eyes. Fear. Its clawed hands clamping down on my heart. Drawing blood, being eaten alive. That's what fear did. I try to at least nod but that was too much. At the lack of reaction, Grell looked over at William. She gave a curt nod and in sync they walked towards the portal. As soon as I felt its energy rush through my body, my eyelids grew heavy. I close them and the last thing I hear is Grell calling my 'name'. "I'm sorry, love." I think to myself. I felt my breath hitching before my mind shuts down completely. Was this it? Was this the end?

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: Of course Undertaker refers to Grell as a woman so please don't be bothered by it. If the point of view changes, I'll be refering to Grell as 'he' which I find better to write somehow ^_^