Chapter 7 Forgetfulness and Thoughtfulness
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Undertaker smiled at the answer and set to making the tea, lost in his own thoughts, a wide smile on his face. His hands flitted for one area to another as he worked, graceful and fluent in the familiar movements. Grell smiled as he watched and decided to start up a conversation, lost in his gratefulness that Undertaker seemed to be happy.
"Thank you for taking care of me, I feel much better… But…" He blushed as something occurred to him, a question on the tip of his tongue. Undertaker stopped for a moments, glancing back over his shoulder to Grell. He gave a reassuring smile and focused back on the tea. "Go ahead, m'dear. Ask away."
Grell studied the silver haired man, taking in his bloodstained clothes and composure. He remembered his heartbroken look and the rage he had shown, the silent message he had sent to Grell, the silent plea. The red head remembered what he had thought about the night he came to see Undertaker, the thought that Undertaker didn't deserve to be alone. Grell frowned slightly. 'He still doesn't deserve to be alone… He needs someone by his side.'
Grell took a deep breath and opened his mouth, his sentence coming out in a rush. "You don't deserve to be alone. I… I want to move in with you. What… what I'm trying to ask is…" The red head took a deep breath once more and relaxed. "Undertaker darling, can I move in with you?"
Undertaker turned around, a look of shock on the half of his face that was visible. The elder Reaper immediately regained his composure though and answered Grell's question as he focused back on the tea. "Why, of course you can. I can make some arrangements for two as soon as possible, m'dear."
Undertaker poured the hot tea slowly into two beakers, a thoughtful expression on his face, thinking about the idea of sharing the shop with another living being again. Grell smiled slightly, relieved that Undertaker's answer was a yes. 'I can keep an eye on him this way… I can keep him happy; I can show him that he does have something left…'
Grell's frown returned as he thought about Undertaker creating those experiments, those creatures. He looked up at the silver haired man, who at the moment was adding a couple of cubes of sugar to their beakers of tea. He spoke up. "Undertaker…" The elder Reaper turned his attention to the red head.
Grell sighed softly, his heart aching as he thought of how sad Undertaker must have been when he resorted to creating those things. "Undertaker… promise me that you won't do any more of those experiments… That you'll let the dead rest peacefully."
Undertaker smiled sadly and walked over to Grell, sitting down on the coffin beside the red head. He handed the beaker of tea to Grell gently. "Grell… I promise you that I won't do the experiments anymore..."
The red head smiled and blew on the tea, trying to bring it to a drinkable temperature. Undertaker watched the younger Reaper, a sweet smile on his face, his silver bangs hiding the loving gleam in his eyes. "And, I don't ever break promises…"
Grell felt his heart clench and he felt tears threaten to fall, knowing that Undertaker was vowing this fact to him. The red head knew that if he left Undertaker, the silver haired Reaper would break the promise. Undertaker had been scarred. Everybody could see the scars on his body, the one on his face and the one around his neck… but they didn't see the scars on his heart. He needed someone that wouldn't ever leave, someone who would show him the light again, to show him that he wasn't alone.
Grell looked at the elder Reaper. The red head knew that he had created the experiments in order to make the humans suffer. To make them suffer because they had what he wanted most: Mortality. Grell winced slightly and shut his eyes, thinking about Madame Red, who had killed all those women because they had had what she wanted most: The ability to have a child.
Grell lifted his head, eyes his eyes a crack. 'She cared about me, but she's gone now…' He shut his eyes, seeing in his mind's eyes her face and the blood spilling from her chest wound, and his vision changed as he thought about William, his supervisor. Grell frowned slightly. 'He certainly doesn't care… neither does Sebastian… none of them do... except…"
Grell lifted his head, looking to Undertaker who was blowing on his tea. The red head smiles slightly. 'But he does…' Undertaker caught the red head's gaze and he smiled slightly. "Something wrong, Grell?" The younger Reaper smiled and shook his head. "Nothing's the matter, just thinking."
The red head smiled and lifted his beaker to his lips, taking a couple gulps of it, obviously thirsty. Undertaker watched Grell drink the tea, taking in the red head's appearance. He was quite pale and his red head was lack luster, obviously weak and frail from his ordeal. Undertaker's thoughts began to wander and something occurred to him. 'Tea… poison!'
Undertaker's eyes darted to the other side of the front room, his gaze landing on a small puddle of tea and a shattered beaker. His hidden eyes light up in horror and he drops his beaker of tea, the object shattering with a resounding splash as the tea flooded out of the shattered remains. He lunged forwards and smacked Grell's beaker out of said man's hands, startling the red head.
He was too late though, Grell having drunk almost all of the liquid. The beaker shattered as it collided with the floor and Undertaker grabbed Grell's hands, looking into the red head's shocked eyes. Grell's eyes widen as he realized why Undertaker had done what he did and tears threaten to come. His throat began to burn.
Undertaker felt tears in his eyes, fear coursing through his veins. Grell cried out as pain raced through his limbs and his tears fell, the red head lurching forwards and collapsing into Undertaker's arms.
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