A year had passed since Undertaker had received a passing grade on his final Exam. A year since we has declare a full fledge shinigami and put out in to the field. One year had passed and he had not smiled, had not laughed, not even spoken a word to anyone. One year of not, even, looking at his mentor or any other shinigami around him. By the end of the first year, he had alone collected 522 records, 522 souls, 522 people he saw die.
After the long year, he finally started to before more interactive with the other Shinigami and started to open himself back up. He started to accept comfort from Frederick again, whom did not stray far unless on a mission. Finally, he decided to try to be happy once more in his new life. However, misfortune was to strike once more in his life and make him cold as ice for a very long time.
It was a weekend and with doing on average two or three collections a day, he was force weekends off. Undertaker relaxed in his room reading a record of a famous artist and inventor Named Leonardo de Vinci. He was in the middle of reading how Leonardo was working with a young man dressed in white in attempts to help take out a secret organization trying to take over, when he heard a pounding on the door to the house. He left his room to see what was going on when he saw Fredrick answer the door. Two shinigami stood tall and very serious as one-stepped in.
"Frederick Mason you are under arrest for 5 accounts of treason. You will be, seen and sentenced today in less than 2 hours in front of the shinigami court." The first one spoke grabbing Frederick quickly by one arm as the second grabbed the other.
"What is the meaning of this?" Undertaker stepped down the step quickly from his room.
"Do not worry your pretty little head, my dear Undertaker. This is all a misunderstanding." Frederick fought not leave just yet. "I have a gift for you in my room to celebrate your first full year as a shinigami. Take it, it's all yours!"
"Frederick Mason, any and all property will be stripped from you upon receiving judgment." The second spoke as they walked out of hearing range and dragged Frederick off.
Undertaker quickly ran up to Frederick's room and threw open the door seeing a large box and his scythe on his bed. Quickly Undertaker opened the box and found the deed to the house, and everything within the house also including a letter stating that everything was to belong to him midnight the night before. This also included Frederick's personal death scythe, a weapon all reapers wished to own, and now it was Undertaker's, a white blade decorated in bones and a skull.
"He was planning for this." Undertaker left quickly heading to the school to the council hall to stand up for his teacher.
He reached the hall and looked around before he sat in one of the many chairs. He looked around before he saw his teacher standing in front of the council his head held high showing no fear. Undertaker tried to get closer wanting to stand up and speak for his teacher but was unable to.
"Frederick Mason you are found guilty for five accounts of treason. One relation with human, two sexual relations with human, three Marriage relations with a human, four extending a human's life, five contracting with a human and murdering innocent humans before their death times. How do you plea Frederick Mason?" The Director of the shinigami was the judge sitting with others around him.
"Guilty and I do not regret a single moment of my relationship with that human." Frederick smiles weakly. "And I would do it again in a heartbeat if I could."
"Then so be it. Frederick Mason, First class Shinigami, you are guilty of treason and sentenced to death. Your glasses will be removed, your rank removed and you will be turned human to live your final hour alone before death will take you. This trial is over." The director nodded and slammed his gavel before he and the others left the room.
The rest of the room cleared out quickly and Frederick was pulled from the room to start his punishment. Another older shinigami walked over to Undertaker and escorted him to the director's room. Undertaker followed reluctantly not liking what was happening.
"You sent for me sir?" Undertaker spoke coolly.
"Yes, here is your case file complete it quickly." The director handed him a folder. "Now leave."
Undertake left the room, opened the case folder, and saw it was a death warrant for his teacher. He was to collect the damaged soul of his teacher. He frowned and glared back at the door of the director's rooms. He left quickly going to the human world to rushing as fast as he could to find this teacher. When he found his teacher dying and alone outside in the cold dying painfully, he stopped.
"Frederick" Undertaker frowned.
"Why are you here?" Frederick smiled weakly.
"I have come to collect your soul." Undertaker spoke sadly.
"So cruel to punish my student along with me, they really have no shame." Frederick reached up to his student, "My beautiful Undertaker, be strong and be quick."
Without hesitation, he pulled out the long white scythe and stepped away. With a quick slash, he claimed the soul of his teacher. He saw the records it flew up, the film looked over developed and ripped as his scythe collected it with ease, no fighting or struggle. Unable to leave his teacher's body he started to dig a grave and bury him and giving him one last prayer to send him off to his enternal rest. Undertaker for the second time in his life was raged beyond contemplation.
Undertaker went back to the shinigami world and to the director's room with a completed file. He placed it on the desk and turned leaving quickly before the director could speak to him. He knew if he said anything, it would only be words of hate and he would not be able to hold back his rage. He had to kill the second person he loved in his life, maybe not as a lover but as family and a very close friend. Undertaker muttered as he left the building vowing to never let anyone get close to him ever again as everyone he was close to he had to take their soul.
