Hurrying back to his shop, the Undertaker kept a tight hold on Grell, trying his best to keep the much to slender reaper warm. He didn't know what hit him, but after Grell hugged him in the Shinigami library, he just couldn't keep his mind off of the adorable red head. As the time went by after that, he had become worried, having kept a close eye on the red head, he noticed things seemed much to wrong. Not only was he treated badly, but it seemed it had started to affect the young reaper.

At first he seemed to just get more upset at things happening, but that quickly changed. When it did, the Undertaker kept a very close eye on him, knowing there wasn't much he could do. He noticed quickly that Grell had quit eating, and was also using his replacement scissors to cut his arms. Undertaker knew that it was dangerous, and that because the scissors were death scythes, he could easily get an infection. Knowing this, he made sure to sneak in when Grell was resting, and would treat the cuts on his arms, and other parts of his body.

Even doing that, Undertaker still worried about the red head, especially since he wasn't eating. As a famous Shinigami, he knew much about how they worked, and all the little details that even the most high up of Shinigami sometimes didn't know. They were immortal, and Undertaker showed that, having been around for much to long to even try to count. But things could kill them, and they needed to take care of themselves.

Eating was one of the things that was important for a reapers well being. Sure, they could go extra long periods without food, but it wasn't a good health choice. As for Grell, Undertaker was pretty sure he hadn't eaten a bite of food in over six months. This was much too long for a reaper to go without food. If he'd been a human, he would have died. Undertaker thanked the gods he wasn't.

But back to the importance of food for a reaper. It seemed that if one went without food, it was almost as if their immortality disappeared, and they became much more susceptible to illness, and death. This worried the Undertaker very much, even more so that the feminine Shinigami had fallen into the frozen ocean.

Setting Grell down in a nice, warm coffin, the Undertaker tried to get him warmed up, a severely worried expression on the visible part of his face. "Come on princess… don't die on me now." Grabbing more blankets, he wrapped them around the red head, then pulled his much too slender body close to his own. "I know you can hear me. I won't allow you to die. You are the only thing that is able to amuse me the greatest. You give me the laughter I have been searching for since I began to exist. I should have taken your damaged heart sooner. So hear this, Grell. You are not allowed to die! You are much to young still, and the universe would be so dull without you."

Not getting a response, Undertaker let out a sigh, and just continued to hold Grell close. Hours passed, and the famous Shinigami found himself drifting off to sleep. More hours passed, and the Undertaker continued to sleep, the red head still nestled tightly in his arms. By the time he woke up, he wasn't sure what time it was, or how much time had gone by. Ignoring that, the retired Shinigami quickly checked on Grell, finding that by some miracle, he was slowly recovering.

Sitting there in thought for a moment, the Undertaker soon laid Grell back in the coffin, and stood up, making his way around the coffins that lay about the shop. Going over to one against the wall, he opened it to reveal a closet, which was full of man cloaks that matched the one he was wearing. Pulling one out, the Undertaker made his way back over to Grell. "Please do forgive me, but I must get these soaked clothes off your body." Gently undressing the unconscious male, he dried him off with a towel, then placed the cloak on him. After that, he wrapped him back up in the blankets. "There, that should feel much better now." Climbing down into the coffin, the Undertaker pulled Grell close once more, silently hoping that he would pull through this. Only time would tell.

Days went by, the Undertaker taking good care of Grell, as well as tending to his job as well… a Undertaker. It was a bit difficult to keep Grell hidden, for the young Earl always was curious to know what the retired Shinigami was hiding.

Finally, on the fifth day of Grell being there, the red head finally began to awaken.

Glancing over, the Undertaker saw the red head beginning to open his eyes. Dropping what he was doing, he made his way over, a hopeful look on what was visible of his face. "Ah, you finally awaken princess."

Slowly opening his eyes, Grell let his surroundings flood his senses. Everything seemed confusing, and he felt weak, and lost. Trying to remember what happened, he slowly remembered the ocean, and the scary demon, but couldn't remember exactly what had happened.

Seeing that the red head was still very weak, the Undertaker sat down, and took the other's slender hand in his own two hands. "Shh, just rest, you've been through a lot. I'll take care of you, and keep you safe."

Smiling softly, he adjusted the blankets that were still wrapped around the red head.

Pulling Grell into his arms once again, the Undertaker closed his eyes which his hair hid, and let out a sigh. "You should have said something, not struggled alone… I do hope I am still not too late. I want to help you, but you must except my offer of kindness and love."

Hearing the words of the Undertaker, Grell tried to process them, and understand them through his foggy brain. After processing them, he felt his emotions act up, and suddenly began to cry, much to the Undertaker's dismay.

"Sush, don't cry." Pulling Grell closer, the Undertaker rubbed his bony back in a soothing manner, slightly feeling like he was trying to comfort a skeleton. Due to Grell being a Shinigami, he was nowhere near as skinny as a human would be, but he was still skin and bones, and certainly didn't look healthy. "It will all be okay, just rest, we'll talk about things later, and get you healthy again." Saying this, the Undertaker hoped that he wasn't speaking lies. He wanted more than anything to see Grell back the way he used to be, the Grell he fell in love with. But was it too late for that? He sure hoped it wasn't.