Chapter 10
A-N: I just want to say that I appreciate every single one of you that read and REVIEW specially those of you who review. I love that. You know. I am not the best writer out there and I will probably not be the best out there all I do is try, my loving people. What makes me better is that I try and try and try.
So all I have to say is that I really love to write for you guys and I love your support. It is so wonderful! So I'm all mushy gushy right now I was hanging out with my little babies and they always make me in a lovey mood. So, I had to be all gushy and emotional right now.
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SNAP!
SNAP!
Grell looked to the back of the store his legs wanted to immediately cross. He knew the sound, oh so well. The sound of a whip. Grell shuttered, he turned to Paula and wrapped his arms around her waist and planted his chin on her shoulder. She giggled and tensed, not used to the touch of a man.
"So, what do you want?" Grell asked flattening his front to her back. "There's so much here. You'll look good in something sexy, Sacha may not approve." He then whispered in her ear. "But he can suck it, because I do what I want with you, ja?"
"Ja, mein hertz.*(1)" Paula smiled. She leaned into him her head tipping to the side. Grell kissed her ear. "Let's look." He walked her forward to the first rack of shirts.
Paula started to go through the shirts and was making little noises at the t-shirts and the way they were made. Grell reached out for a light blue shirt and took it off the rack to look at it. It had a black mask were breasts were placed in the shirt. Grell studied Paula and estimated her size.
SNAP!
Grell bit his lip and held out the shit to Paula. He grabbed a few more shirts that he knew were still modest and yet still good looking. One benefit to having a wife is that he knew what looked good and how to fit things.
"Do you know your pant size?" Grell asked her. She shook her head.
He gave an exasperated sigh. He stared at her figure taking in her size. Paula blushed having her betrothed stare at her. He was mumbling to himself his lips moving slightly. He walked to where the pants were and began looking at tags pulling few out throwing them over his arm.
Turning to the girl he smiled, "Come on.. lets get you to trying these on."
He looked around and off to the side there was a desk with a curtain behind it. At that moment a tall young man walked out looking into the store, a slow smile broke across his face. He had short bright orange hair and purple eyes. His eyes were adorned with dark eyeliner and hot pink eyeshadow, under his right eye on his cheek there was a small intricate design. He wore a tall top hat with a red scarf and black feather on it, the he had a blue high collared jacket with nothing underneath it was tied with a red bow and red trimmings, it had a look of an old British solider.
"Oh, I didn't hear the bell." His voice was soft and calm in a questioning way, yet it was a statement, the inflection was well heard. "Good afternoon, welcome to the store. May I assist you with anything today?"
"Ah, yes, actually." Grell grinned as he approached the counter Paula fallowing like a little puppy dog. "A dressing room."
"Oh yes. Of course." Inflection still prominent. The man ducked behind the counter, when he with drew he had a key in hand. "Fallow me, please." His movements were almost mechanical or forced. Grell looked closer at the man clothes and saw many strings hanging from his cuff's and shoulders. They seemed to be cut, or perhaps it was just his style.
Paula fallowed quietly and not looking up now she kept her eyes averted from the man they were fallowing. Grell wrapped his arm around her shoulder and whispered in her ear in German.
"You don't have to keep your eyes cast away. You are already spoken for and no one will take you away or treat you different. And besides you have me and my boy- ugh...bodyguard." Grell grinned against her ear. "Your so old fashioned, it's great. No need to cast your eyes away." He rolled his eyes, getting tired of this game.
"Ja, mein Herr.*(2)" Paula nodded with a small smile.
Grell spoke into her ear. "Hey don't be so formal."
The man lead them to a small dressing room near the back of the store away from the racy section of the store. He turned and smiled his head cocking to the side his eyes skimming across both of their bodies.
"Here you are. Just let me know if you need help, alright?" The man said quietly. "My name is Drocell, if you need the help."
"Thank you." Grell inclined his head grabbing the door holding it open for Paula. He ushered her in the small changing room.
Drocell disappeared back to the front of the store. Grell turned to the girl, "Right, so pants first, we need to figure out your size."
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An hour later Paula had a few shirts and pants. When Grell found her size she was now happy to know she can finally wear something other than a dress or skirt. All the while he would hear Undertaker play with the whip and some other toys that Grell would've loved to watch him play with or tease him with. He internally grumbled having to take care of the girl.
Paula giggle with having to get new outfits. She hugged Grell tightly having wore a pair of tight jeans and a shirt out of the store. Undertaker looked at her with a fake smile.
"You look like your from this century now Paula. This look suits you." Undertaker complimented. He looked at Grell lugging around her bags in one hand like a pro and his other arm round her. He would look over the top of the girls head and make a face at him. Undertaker mouthed sexual words to him.
At the shop he bought a few things and hid them in the big car before Grell let Paula check out. He kept watching Grell watch him. He was keeping really professional in appearance and manner for the girl and Grell's father. For the time being he keeps his hair in a high ponytail or half up and half straight down his back. Undertaker kept to all black, dark charcoal gray, and white (for an under color only, of course).
Undertaker caught Grell trying to tease him with Paula. Grell would whisper sweet nothings into her ear in German and bring her closer as they walked down the frigid sidewalk. He would place small kisses to her temple and cheek and neck. Paula would giggle. He would frown when she wasn't looking and make fake gags, to himself.
It was working.
"How about coffee?" Undertaker asked.
"Fuck yes. I want coffee." Grell gushed happily. "I want ice coffee."
"It's like ten degrees out here and you want ice coffee? You'll get yourself sick." Undertaker countered.
Grell inclined his head. "No, not if it's eighty inside." He rolled his eyes playfully. "Paula?"
She shrugged. Undertaker shook his head and let his eyes half close staring at the red head. He wanted to jump him. His memory went back to this morning when he bent the little male over in the shower and forced himself into him. How the red head could bend and wrap his legs around him.
He shook his head. Undertaker tried to let his mind go to when he prayed with Ojīchan. That made him smile. His mind kept going back to Grell and his ass, his cock, face, and just his round about attitude, it reminded him of a cat.
All attitude.
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Paula went to the bathroom leaving Grell and Undertaker alone for the first time in hours. Grell leaned close to Undertaker over the little round table.
"I hate you fucking teasing me. God I have to think of something bad to keep it down." Grell hissed.
"Like fucking the girl?"
Grell hesitated to answer thinking quickly about it. Did he actually enjoy fucking Paula and her virgin pussy?
'Fuck. You. No!'
Grell had a screwy face on so Undertaker took it in and laughed at it. "Yeah that makes you sag don't it?" His eyes kept flashing to the bathroom. "So, you heard those whips, eah? I found vibrating dicks and all kinds of fun stuff."
Grell's face completely relaxed and his jaw dropped, just thinking of Undertaker playing with those items. He saw Undertaker's eyes flash to the bathroom.
"Shut the fuck up. Now."
"You know they have the Indian book of sex. Those are amazing, and they have-"
"Fuck you." Grell snarled his face getting closer.
Undertaker chuckled. "No, that's my job. I should fuck you." He was enjoying his teasing. "Please, bend over, I'd like another go."
Grell leaned forward and grabbed some of Undertaker's loose hair and latched their lips together his teeth biting the silver-green eyed man's bottom lip. He pulled away and sat his arms crossed, he smirked seeing the blood on his lip. Undertaker flicked his tongue out licking up the blood and saliva.
"That's it. You are about to get very jealous. Very quickly." Grell threatened. "Paula, does like my attention you know."
"I don't like her or that. I want your father strangled."
Grell smiled. "Hey, I was thinking... maybe... Paula does have a nice body, very nice... I was thinking, I could teach her how to dance and we can put her on stage..." Grins.
Undertaker's eyes flickered to the bathroom as the mousy haired girl walked out, her hands laced in front of her.
"Here's your girl. I hate when you kiss her."
"Good. Because when we finally get alone... you can-" he was cut off Paula saying his name in her thick accent. "Yes Dear?"
She leaned down and whispered in his ear and his face broke into a grin. He patted her hand and made her sit on his lap getting a lour from Undertaker. Grell whispered back at her and she nodded.
"So Paula," Undertaker smirked. "have you ever been to a bar?"
Grell kicked him under the table.
"Nein, Herr Sacha never aloud me. I stayed at home or in the car. He would come home drunk. Sometimes he would-" Paula covered her mouth quickly and looked at the table.
Grell cocked his head. "He would what Paula?"
She reached for Grell's coffee and drank some making a face at the coldness. She shook her head and frowned. Grell grabbed Paula's face and turned it to him.
"Paula you will tell me right now!" Grell got very serious. "Right now Paula." She shook her head.
"I am not to say anything." she whimpered noticing how tense he got. "Please, do not make me say. Mein Herr, bitte." She was begging.
Grell stood after setting Paula to the side. "Then I'll find out, myself." Grell started to walk from the table Undertaker sitting back watching as Grell's mood switched from flirty and playful to serious and tense. He just couldn't believe how fast his mood changed.
Paula grabbed onto Grell's arm and clung to it like a five year old. "Grell, nein. Herr Sacha told me never to tell, especially you." Her eyes were glistening threatening to let tears out. "Bitte..." She begged.
Grell glared down at her now. "Tell me. Now. From the beginning. He left you at home or in the car... and,"
Paula gulped air into her lungs. "Herr Sacha... Herr Sacha, he used to leave me at home or the auto, and then when he got home, he would be angry, very angry... he would hit me-"
"He what?" Grell's eyes narrowed. "Were going home. Now." Undertaker sat there. "Now Undertaker!"
Paula stood frightened.
Grell was raised to be a responsible man to care for any woman in need or that needed help. He was still a proud man that was raised right, but he was just pitching for another team, but still a proper man. He respected women and took care of them when needed.
"Grell, sit down. Don't do something stupid."
"Shut the fuck up. I'm going to kill him! I swear to fucking God. That hypocritical son of a bitch." He ranted watching Paula flinch at his words. "Undertaker. Now. Or I am going to run home."
Grell would too, if he had to, but he knew that Undertaker wouldn't let him do that. He watched Undertaker stand, leaning over to grab the bags. Grell took Paula by the hand and walked her out of the coffee shop with Undertaker fallowing.
…/
The car ride was silent, save for Paula in the back seat shivering with fear and Grell fuming mad and mumbling in a mix of English, German, and Japanese, it was all uncomprehending. This, if Grell wasn't about to snap off someone's head, would be amusing to Undertaker. He had never seen Grell this mad. Undertaker tried to talk to him but was screamed at in all three languages at the same time.
Undertaker didn't even come to a complete stop, before the fiery red head jumped out and yanked Paula's door open to get her inside. The boss-man had to admit in a frenzy of wrath Grell was still a gentleman, helping Paula out of the big SUV and then up the steps. Undertaker hung back and grabbed the bags.
Grell stormed into the home and told Paula to go to her room, she of course listened to her husband to be. When Grell didn't see Sacha in the living room he forced his way down the hallway and through Sacha's bedroom door.
The father was laying on his bed talking on his cell phone, from what Grell could hear it was probably to a woman. Grell slammed the door hearing the old house shake and quiver, he locked the door.
"You son of a bitch!" Grell screeched in German it being the more effective language to get his point across to this perverted old man. "You aren't a fucking man!" Grell took three quick strides with his long legs and yanked the phone from his fathers hand and threw it against the wall watching it burst into its tiny parts and more from the strength that was forced behind it.
"What the hell?"
"Shut up!" Grell screamed. "You! You have no damned right to touch that girl! Even when your drunk! You hit her!" Grell grabbed his father by the collar and pulled him up into a sitting position and shook him harshly. His nails dug through the shirt Sacha was wearing and into his skin. "You good for nothing, shit face. Cock sucking dumpster!"
Grell pulled Sacha off the bed with all his strength, he walked him backwards into the wall his forearm digging into his neck, his claws still buried in his chest. "I'm going to kill you for even touching her like that! Hypocritical fuck! Maybe you need to be beaten shitless! How about that!?"
The red head removed his talons from Sacha's chest and was kicked in the stomach. He didn't feel the pain for how worked up he was. Sacha's hands were wrapped around Grell's forearm as he kicked at his son's legs. His breathing was being cut off. Grell curled his fist in a tight ball.
"Where'd you hit her? Where the fuck did you touch that girl, Dad!?" His voice was mocking now. His German was loud and thundering.
Pounding on the door was heard along with a muffled voice on the other side. Grell then decided to beat a few strong punches into Sacha's stomach.
"There?!"
Sacha gurgled with pain and the lack of air.
"Where else?" Beat a few hard punches into the man's ribs. "There!? Where else Dad?!"
More pounding and the door knob jiggling. The voice was getting louder.
More pressure against Sacha's windpipe was applied as Grell kneed him in the legs. Not where he wanted to, that place he will not go. He didn't feel any other kicks or punches from his father. Sacha was trying to fight back, there was no avail with his son. Sacha was never attacked by his son before. It was actually frightening.
"Where the fuck else!? Did you try and fuck her too!? Huh?!" Grell threw him face first into the carpet and fell on his back knee coming down hard on his lower back cracking it loudly. "Did you touch her in that way, Dad!?" Grell's talons ripped at his hair tearing his head to the side the heel of his hand pressing against Sacha's temple, putting enough pressure to have nearly unbearable pain.
The pounding ceased. As did the voice.
Grell clouted his fist into Sacha's back ribs. He wanted this man to hurt every time he breathed. His lips went against his fathers ear and he hissed: "Did you try and fuck her? Answer me you stupid man."
"Yes." It was whispered and shamed.
"You tried to put your disgusting dick in her. You sick fuck. Twisted fuck." Grell dug his knee deep into his lower back as his clenched hands went wild against his ribcage, shoulders and head all in practiced blows. He leaned down again. "Maybe I should show you how it feels to be fucked with!"
The door was thrown open.
Grell payed no attention as his hands started to beat Sacha's head that he was trying to protect.
"Shit." Undertaker was in the door way with Ojīchan behind him. Undertaker strode to Grell and caught him under the armpits and drug him off of his father kicking and cursing. Grell kicked hard and caught Sacha in the back of the head with a powerful kick with his long legs. "Grell calm down."
Ojīchan shook his head from the door way disappointed. Grell was fuming and hung slack in the tight grip as he stared down at his father. He spat at him. Ojīchan finally walked forward and knelt next to Sacha poking a few bruises making them hurt. He knew that Grell didn't get this worked up over nothing. He knew that he wouldn't attack his father unless it was a good reason.
Ojīchan looked at Undertaker. "Take him to his room. I will look after him. When your done lock him in there and come back." He held out an old key. Undertaker took it dragging the still flaying red head out of the room and down the hall.
Undertaker did as he was told pushing Grell into the room quickly and locking the door from the outside so the fiery red head couldn't get out. He returned to the old man.
Sacha was sitting up now cursing and holding his head.
"Sacha, Anata wa, fumeiyo āru." Ojīchan mumbled to the father.
"What's that mean?" Undertaker asked.
"I told him that he is a dishonor to me." Ojīchan told the silver haired male. "Gureru would have never done this with out a good reason." The old man stood slowly on shaky legs. "Put him on the bed." He ordered. Undertaker rolled the red haired man over and picked him up bridal style and set him on the bed.
"So why wouldn't he attack him with out a reason?"
Ojīchan turned to Sacha. "You got what you deserved. Stay here and feel your pain. You do not need care, you are not bleeding." Ojīchan walked out of the room and the boss-man fallowed him. He waited until the door was locked.
The old grandfather turned to Undertaker smiling up at him like nothing happen. "Well, we did not get to Gureru's storage, but he is trained in several martial arts. He can get in serious trouble for attacking someone. He is a well rounded boy. When young, before he liked the males, he was into everything. I had him in all the martial arts he wanted and I taught him myself as well. He was into our religion, and everything, he has fallen slightly. But he is still a good man now, as he ever was. I knew when Sacha took him and Aiko to California, the moment he decided." Ojīchan walked to his room to sit on the bed. He rubbed his knee's. "Well what was the reason?"
Undertaker inclined his head. "Grell, Paula, and I were sitting in a coffee shop and I asked Paula if she has ever been in a bar, because you know I own part of one. So she said no, and it ended up she said something that she was told not to say to anyone, not even Grell. She said that Sacha hit her when he came home from the bar drunk and angry."
"Ah, yes. He is protective of the women he cares for... well any woman in that matter. Now that the girl is to be his wife, he cares for her, he is a gentleman and Sacha taught him how to be and always told him to never beat up or on a girl. I see now." Ojīchan nodded an amused smile on his face. "Hm, perhaps we- no Gureru would have killed him."
Undertaker raised his eyebrows.
"Beware Sōgi-ya, he is deadly, but acts as if he cannot hurt anything. He cannot afford to be charged when he has all of his credential's, he is a deadly weapon." The old man hummed. "He is trained well and knows where to hit so nothing is seen."
Undertaker couldn't believe this. His mind went back when he saw Grell's ex took him into the back and raped him. He could have beat the man into a bloodied pulp. Instead he took it and was damaged himself all because he didn't want to get in trouble. In made some sense.
"Well, all we can hope for is that the two will try and get along, Gureru has never attacked Sacha. I hope the man is not vindictive. That will be a problem." The old man sighed, his face stressed looking. "We will see. What a long week this will be. Second day and Sacha has already screwed with my Little One."
Grandpa, lied down with a small huff. Undertaker stared at him, he looked so old and frail in that moment, stressed with the fighting in the home. He was surprised that he hasn't died of heartbreak yet. He was a fighter.
…/
Later that night Grell was sleeping next to Paula his arm wrapped around her nude body, his clothed front pressed tightly against her back, Grell only had on sweat pants. Undertaker had his back facing Grell's back, he disliked the positioning, but he would soon get back home and have Grell to himself when he drove him home.
The two talked earlier and Grell told Undertaker that Paula could stay with him until Grell was situated with his own apartment and steady enough to take Paula with him. Undertaker would give her a job if she wanted one. But she would normally stay at the home.
Undertaker still didn't know that Grell had, had sex with the girl. That was still completely out of the picture. Grell didn't know of his misgivings either. The red head stretched and his ass was firmly pressed against Undertaker's ass.
Undertaker's eyes fluttered open and his dick was hard, he had a dream of the red head again. He couldn't help himself, he was addicted to him. He rolled over and pressed his nose between Grell's shoulder blades his hands roamed down his back dipping into his sweat pants. He cupped Grell's perfect little ass that accommodated him so wonderfully.
Grell rolled over his eyes on Undertaker's, "Hm, you like that ass don't you." He groaned in his sleepy voice.
"I do. And I want it, again and again and again." Undertaker breathed back. "Let me in it again."
Grell twirled Undertaker's long hair in his fingers, smiling at him in the dark. Undertaker let his hand scoop lower his fingers dancing across the cheeks.
"Let me in. I'll be good."
"Can't, we have her in here." Grell rolled his eyes.
"She won't wake up. I'll be quite."
Grell grinned at him. "I won't be, can't even guarantee I will be. You and your fucking amazing beast there, will always make me knee's weak." He pouted and pointed at her. "Unless you want her to wake up and have to explain why the bodyguard has his dick up her betrothed ass."
"Body-guard. There self explanatory. I am guarding your body with my, ugh...yeah. See. Please. Let me fuck you?" Undertaker whispered and let his forehead lean on Grell's his fingers prying the others cheeks apart and one finger teased the puckered whole. "All you have to do is roll over and then I'll do the rest."
"No.. Shh" Grell rolled over anyway dislodging Undertaker's hand, but it was back where it was. Grell whimpered. He looked over his shoulder, "Don't let me fight fire with fire. I have her pussy right here."
"You wouldn't"
"I would."
Undertaker decided to test this with Grell. He pulled down Grell's sweats, watching the covers move he knew where the arm was placed. The older man spread the cheeks again, Grell shuffled again. The other pressed his one finger against the hole making Grell whine in pleasure.
Grell cupped Paula's pussy and pushed his fingers inside her, he took his hand away and reached behind him with the wet fingers he drug them across Undertaker's cheek.
"Eww, gross. Fucking gross, you win." Undertaker whined withdrawing his hand. Grell spun and licked off the wetness. "Gross, I'm not kissing you with that mouth."
"Yes you will." Grell smiled kissing Undertaker's lips softly, gaining back the kiss. "See,"
"Whatever go back to sleep doll face, just leave this ass and dick untucked so I can play with it."
"Fine. Don't get too testy with it." He winked.
A few hours passed and Grell had his back pressed to Undertaker's front and the elder man's arm was protectively around him, his nose buried in the younger males neck.
Grell was in and out of sleep at the moment his ass pressing against Undertaker's front wanting more than the warmth he wanted the mans intimate touch. Paula woke to the lack of warmth of a body near her she sat up and looked over seeing Grell sleeping in the arms of his body guard.
"Gr-" Paula was about to say his name, the door was kicked in.
The light was turned on. Undertaker sat up cursing and stopped immediately at the sight of three large cops storming in the room. Paula sat up and shrieked staring at the men in uniform. Grell turned to his back and propped up on his elbows.
"Woah, what the hell is going on in here?!" One of the big cops grumbled at the sight of the tree in the bed.
The other two spotted Grell in the center and approached, while the other stared at Paula's breasts, Grell sat up and made sure she was covered. He was grabbed and thrown to the ground with his rights being read to him.
"The fuck! I didn't do anything! I was just sleeping." Grell wined in his sleepy voice.
"We got a call. We were lead in the house and said that you have raped a woman several times by the name of Paula."
"Nein! Nein! He is my betrothed! Don't hurt him!" Paula whimpered scurrying off the bed to Grell.
"If not why are your pants half down and she is nude?" The officer asked staring at her body as she left the bed not caring to cover herself. "Poor little lady."
"Nein. We were doing nothing! I swear. Let him go. Where is Opa*(3)." Paula asked. "He is my husband."
"Sorry, Miss. We were called to take him in, for rape and abuse." The officer grumbled. His eyes were still on her. "We saw the bruises." He stood pulling Grell with him. Grell's head was handing low his chin touching his chest.
Undertaker pulled one of the sheets around the girl to cover her body from the other males eyes. He looked at Grell, the male looked defeated and broken now. A tear rolled down his cheek.
"Why are you crying?"
Undertaker looked at the cop. "He's crying because he didn't do a thing. He's just being a good husband." The words burned his mouth as he said them. He looked at Paula who was babbling in German.
"She talkin' in tongues?"
The red head looked up. "No, it's German. How long will I be in?"
"Probably just the night. By law we have to take you in right now." The officer that was holding him said. "Kiss him bye-bye now Dear."
Grell twisted his head to stared at the burly cop. "Do not address her in that manner." Paula stood she tip-toed and pecked Grell on the cheek. After e looked at Undertaker and frowned, "Hey, Sōgi-ya, I hate to do this, but call and tell Will. He'll get a kick out of it." He smirked.
The other two cops grunted. The one that held Grell swung him around he leg the one of the other two take him. "Take him to the car, I'll stay and question. You two go."
"Right." Both grumbled.
Grell was passed like a rag doll. When he was settled between the two arms were held tightly.
"Heh, he don't seem so tough." One sighed as the walked through the hall.
The other replied. "Yeah, but you see the bruises on the guy. It may could have been the body guard he was talking about."
Both laughed, they didn't care, they just liked doing their job. Once outside the house the blue and red lights blinded Grell. He flinched back.
"Keep walking pretty boy. Be luck you just going to the holdin' tank for the night. You need to cool off. Man if you were in prison..." He chuckled. The other cop joined in. "Man they would be making you drop the soap, or they wouldn't even wait." Both laughed again.
The red head was pushed in the back seat with unnecessary roughness making him hit his head.
…/
On the way to the station Grell wished he'd asked to put on a shirt he was freezing. His blood ran hot hearing the two cops talk about Paula's body and her tits. He scowled the whole time, just listening to the likings of his wife to be.
"Please stop making vulgar comment about my wife. Here I'll tell you, yes a good fuck, huge tits, good ass and perfect body. She is just so innocent. Happy, now please stop, I can't stand hearing you talk about you wanting to hit her like a hooker." He surprised himself how he really didn't want them thinking or talking that way about her. He was very surprised that he found his words true and meaningful. He hated himself and regretted beating the hell out of Sacha.
After a long while he was in holding with the drunks and hookers and whoever else was there for the night to cool down or sober up. He sat his back against the cold wall and his feet against the cold concrete floor. He counter the blocks of brick and how many snot bubbles came from a drunkards nose.
…/
Ojīchan was furious and he kicked Sacha out that night with Undertaker's force behind him. Undertaker was happy to do it for the old man. Paula was about to fallow Sacha out of the house, by habit used to fallowing the man that took care of her for years. She stopped and grabbed onto the big over shirt Undertaker threw over her before Ojīchan could see the girl nude.
Sacha sure was surprised to see the girl in such a state. Undertaker decided that the old grandpa was scary when he was angry.
"You had my grandson thrown in jail, your own son, your only son. You are a disgrace Sacha, I never want to see you again after the funeral. My loved one would have wanted you there and my Aiko would to so, stay away from my home, Gureru, and me for the rest of your visit. You are out of everything. I no longer see you like my son. Get out of here." Ojīchan said calmly but slammed the front door in the red heads face leaving the big man on the porch with his suitcases.
Paula had small tears dripping down her face, she was devastated that Grell was taken from her and then Sacha kicked out. She was crying more for Grell than the old man. Ojīchan looked up at Paula, his fingers wiping away tears off her cheeks.
"It is okay my Dear. We will go get Gureru in the morning. And the bastard will pay, you will never see him again. I promise." Ojīchan smiled. "Now, off to bed everyone. Sōgi-ya, keep her close, she is too frightened to be alone."
Undertaker nodded and took Paula underneath her arm and pulled her down the hall to Grell's room. The girl hung tight to the silver haired man as he guided her through the hall. They disappeared into the room.
…/
Grell sat in the holding area shivering his feet crossed trying not to touch the cold floor. He sat Indian style with his feet tucked high. The position reminded him of when he had to sit and meditate for hours with Ojīchan for his mother, and his mind went back to training. He looked around the room of strangers.
The prostitutes made him laugh, the drunks were fun to watch and listen to. Some of the people there were crying, some sat in silence, others slept and were snoring mumbling and farting in their sleep. He didn't like the holding tank. This wasn't part of his whole plan of vacation/funeral week. None of it was. The "surprise" turned into a fiance, that he had sex with and was now, as he thought, getting her eggs inseminated by his traveling sperm. He shuttered. He didn't want to be a father. But if she did get impregnated he would have to do his duty and be that father.
"Excuse me." A small voice spoke. Grell opened his eyes now and looked at the person who spoke. It was a small male. He looked scared. "Um, hi."
Grell smirked and huffed out a small laugh. "Hi." He replied. Something about the male seemed familiar. "Do I, ah, know you?" He eyed the male.
"I was to ask you the same thing. I do think I know you." The male smiled now. Grell stared at him, odd, he was shirtless as well with torn jeans and a chiseled chest and torso. The red head looked at his face, he had a baby face but had wild silver tufts that were cut like Grell's own short hair, his eyes seemed to be a dark red almost burgundy his canine teeth seemed to be extra long. "Maybe, I'm Pluto."
"Plu-" Grell said half of the name and stopped. He remembered now. He was a male stripper and streetwalker. Grell almost fucked him one night in the park when he was depressed and alone. "Shit. Did we fuck and I forget to pay?" Grell twisted his face.
The young male laughed. It was a nice laugh. 'Not as nice as Undertaker's. But a nice laugh.'
"No, I just thought I knew you and thought we pass the time in here by talking." Pluto smiled. "Hm, from what I recall you had long hair, what happen to it?"
"An ex happen"
…/
The two spent the time in the holding cage talking and just getting to know each other. Grell refused to give him his name, he was afraid that the male would want to hook up. Pluto was getting close and making the red head uncomfortable. He missed Undertaker and surprisingly Paula. He wanted to lay in Ojīchan's arms and listen to his old songs. Pluto was finally let out and left Grell sitting alone. He was happy that the little male was gone.
He sat in his Indian style and actually in a long time practiced his meditation to pass the time. He uttered small prayers that he has not done in years. It was something to pass the time and he was trying to cleanse his mind and body of the things he's done, said, and will do inside and out. It in fact did pass time and relaxed him.
…/
Undertaker picked up Grell's phone and dialed Will as he was told to do when Paula was laying down and crying. The phone was answered on the first ring.
"Grell, are you okay? You haven't called me since yesterday." Will's voice was worried and fast.
"Hey calm down," Undertaker chuckled.
Will froze. "What happen to him is he hurt!? What the fuck Undertaker I told you to keep him safe. Where is he I want to speak w-"
"Hey, Will. Shut up. He told me to call you to let you know." Undertaker cut the raven haired man off
"Well first off he has been fine other than a few draw backs." He glanced at Paula who was staring at him with wide eyes tears still spilling. "Well, Sacha sort of did something stupid. He well Grell will have to tell you of the small draw back when he can, but Grell beat the hell out of him. So!" He raised his voice so Will could let him keep talking. "So, Sacha called the cops on Grell in the middle of the night and they drug him out of the house with unnecessary force. So he's sitting in jail for the time being."
"Goddamn it. Fucking prick. The both of them. What did Sacha do?"
"Bring that up with the red head." Undertaker laughed lightly. He looked at the mousy haired girl as she sat up.
"Who is that? Why are you talking to that person?" Her voice carried though to Will.
Will's eyes widened. "He's in jail and now you have a fucking girl! Are you fucking cheating on him! You fucking bastard!"
Undertaker glared at the girl. "No, I'm not cheating. Can't cheat if I can't even ask, or can't even get an answer. I wouldn't anyway." His face felt hot and he wanted to beat his head against something thinking of his little mistress at home. "That's Paula. Grell knows her very well." He shuttered thinking of if the two ever had sex. "The bugger told me you'd laugh at the thought of him in jail, I guess not."
Will frowned. "No it's not funny. God what an idiot. Well, thanks for letting me know. When you get him tell him to call me." Will told him not waiting for an answer to hang up. He fell against his pillows. He was angry with his best friend, he knew Grell could get in trouble for fighting.
…/
In the morning Ojīchan woke Undertaker and Paula early and had Undertaker drive down to the station. Ojīchan was eager to get his grandson out of the cold cell. He had a shirt and jacket in hand for Grell. After doing lots of paperwork Ojīchan was finally led to the cell watching the door open he poked his head inside and smiled at Grell like nothing happen.
"Gureru, koko ni kuru." Ojīchan sang telling Grell to 'come here'. Grell looked up and slowly unwound himself from yet another mediation position, he stood and walked to his grandfather his head hanging low. "You are not in trouble." He whispered in Japanese.
Grell nodded yet fallowed his Ojīchan out of the station after signing papers himself. He had to make arrangements to have court set up in California, which they let him. He was so mad at himself. He wanted them to put him back in the cell and let him stay there for a few more hours.
At the big SUV Paula jumped out and hugged him roughly she wrapped herself around him kissing his face. Grell looked up at Undertaker wishing he could do that to him. He hugged Paula and moved her to the side to walk to his silver haired man, he hugged him tightly resisting the urge to kiss him.
"I'm sorry." He whispered.
"For what?"
"For not being a good person. For not being with you and ditching you for her." Grell squeezed him tightly.
"We'll have out time. I'll be patient." Grell smiled at his kind words as his phone was pushed into his hand. "Call Will, he seems...pissed."
Everyone piled into the car, Grell and Paula in the back Ojīchan in front and Undertaker driving. Grell had pulled on the shirt and jacket Ojīchan provided him. He dialed Will. It rang once.
"Hey buddy. I just got out and I was told to call."
Will relaxed at his best friends voice. "The hell is wrong with you? Beating your father."
"He started it."
"He always starts it. What did he do now?"
"Touched my girl." Grell growled.
"G-girl? What does that mean?"
"You know that 'surprise'? It was a fiance." Grell laughed at Will's silence and heavy breathing. "Well he touched her in all the wrong ways. I bush whacked him and then he did the same to me but with the law. So he won. Stupid bitch." Grell covered his mouth briefly. "Sorry Paula." He apologized for cursing in front of her. She nodded.
"Wow. Okay. Your an idiot, you know that?"
"I know. Go back to sleep."
Will groaned and smacked his head. "Fine you damned lunatic."
"Okay love you to Honey!" His voice dripping with sarcasm. This got him a few odd looks from the girl. Grell didn't know Will's stomach did fifty flops in those two seconds. Grell hung up and Will frowned.
"Honey?" Paula asked.
"Oh no worries it is a close friend. You'll meet him when everything is ready for you at home." Grell patted her knee. "He'll be like a brother-in-law or something like that."
"Oh."
…/
Grell sat in his bed while Paula was out. He was sketching the rest of Undertaker's face the one he didn't finish previously. He shaded underneath the eyes, making shadows, he seemed to not be able to catch the depth of them. They had so much pain. But why, why pain? But they held light, somewhere deeply hidden. Very deep. Pain, suffering, emptiness, but why what has made him the way he is?
Still, the odd thing is, that he knew little of the man, of his past. Who was he? He seemed too, what was the words? He was too, okay with the situation, with Paula. He seemed to be the jealous type, but he was acting, too, cool. He had to know.
He smudged the picture into shadows and deep lines. He put the worry and sorrow into his face, how he really saw the elder man. His thoughts were halted.
"I can't do this. I can't play these games. I can't, and I won't Sacha deserved what he got. Paula...idiot." He shook his head. "I want nothing to do with her. I only did what Ojīchan said. I only did it because he requested it of me. Fucking shit! Sacha still started the fight. He taught me, mom taught me. I was taught to respect and protect woman." He let his head drop his chin hitting his chest. "No more the game was cheated. I'm not playing anymore."
Tossing the sketch pad aside, he stood frowning a large line creasing in his forehead. He was angry, he was cheated, fooled, and torn apart. He humiliated himself by even touching that girl. He didn't want Undertaker to know, he never wanted to speak or think of it again.
Grell made his decision, his anger surpassed his right of mind at the moment he needed to talk to Ojīchan. His eyes were closed, for a split moment he almost sat back down and taking up the drawing book again. He just needed to find out. He crossed his arms, at a steady pace he expelled himself from the room slamming his door, cringing as the house shook. He would get a small scolding if he didn't make his point first and foremost when he got to the old man.
The old home stood quietly and he didn't know where any one was. This was troublesome. He didn't want to check up stairs. Not today, not yet. He would check his room first. Grell passed the door of Sacha's room and glared at it. His hatred for his father grew. The passion in him fueled his mission to find his grandfather and set him straight.
At the old mans room, the door was open. Grell leaned against the doorway and knocked on the door. Ojīchan looked up slowly, he smiled. "Gureru, you're angry." His Japanese soft as he sat on his bed legs crossed.
Grell walked in the door and sat on his grandfather's bed and pouted somewhat. Before the old man could speak he crossed his arms and spoke lowly in Ojīchan's native tongue. "Games over. I don't want to play your games with that stupid girl! She... she has fucking made me sick!" Grell retracted some at the look he received from his cursing. Yet not fazing him he continued. "That thing I used to call Daddy, he screwed me. He played his games and I'm tired of it I'm washing my hands of him! With that Paula too. He- you- made me screw her and now I can't look Sōgi-ya in the eye! I'm fucking tired of playing nice! It's fucking disgusting me, I want to-"
The graying male held up a hand that silenced Grell making him flinch, he didn't want to be on the wrong end of his wrath. "Shut up." His voice grew angered. "I tell you time and time again. You will not use that language in my presence." Soon as the words were out a smile graced his lips. "Now, that is all I needed to hear. You know I always test you no matter how old you are and no matter how senile I get, you are always tested Gureru. What are you going to do with her then?"
Grell scowled. "You told me to do it! I respect your word and now I tainted myself! I spent too much time with her. I wanted to just come for O bāchan, and her funeral! And maybe! Maybe have a good time with a guy I'm starting to like! God Ojīchan! This little gift, that the stupid Bastard, gave me was ridiculous! A fucking wife!" Grell flinched now yelling in Japanese. "I don't even like women! I like cock Ojīchan! Cock!" Grell saw the old man snicker. Grell grunted slightly not liking the snort. "I even, ugh!" Not wanting to explain what he got when with the woman.
"Shh Gureru," The old man sighed the remnants of the snicker still on his face. "I know you like that I don't need you to be screaming it in my face." Ojīchan cocked his eyebrow. "Then rid of her. Find her a place and rid of the she beef. Make sure she is taken care of. I will take care of Sacha. Bastard." Ojīchan spat the name. "He was lucky I was tolerant of him, now... he's nothing to me."
Grell pursed his lips and wanted to laugh at the vulgar language. "You make no sense." Grell sighed.
"Do I ever Little One?" He suddenly started to chuckle lowly.
Grell groaned loudly and smacked the bed. "It's not funny!" Ojīchan chuckled more. "You suck! Help me! Stop laughing at me! Ojīchan, you suck!"
The old grandfather burst into hysterical laughing, he was a lot faster in his native tongue than having to process the words through his head and on and on with that trip. "No, I believe you do that, Little One!" He was cackling as Grell stood and walked out of the room more or less angry than he had when he approached the old man.
Things were more calm when they knew Sacha wasn't around to snoop. He walked down the hall frowning, when he saw Paula walking toward him holding a cup of tea. Tea for Ojīchan most likely. She stopped and smiled at the red head.
Grell looked down at her. "You are not to be in my room anymore." Grell hissed. Paula's eyes immediately watered up, her lip quivered. "You will sleep in Sacha's room. Leave me alone, you got it?" Grell commanded her in German.
"B-but-"
"No questions. Shut up." Grell pushed past her knowing he broke her heart. At that moment he didn't care. He was tired and pushed to his limits. He didn't know how much more he could put up with that day, or that week. All he wanted to do was go home and fall onto his couch at Will's apartment.
He walked to his room and opened the door to see Undertaker sitting on his bed with his sketch book in hand. Growling the red head stormed forward and forced the elder man's hands. He pointed at the door. "Get the fuck out. Now."
Undertaker looked up alerted how the red head was suddenly being brash. He stood and placed his hands on the smaller one's shoulders. Grell took a few steps back, glaring up at him. "I thought I said get out. Get out now!" Grell hissed.
Undertaker took the challenge, he braced his feet and crossed his arms over his chest. He looked menacing at the little red head, that didn't make him back down. This enraged the red head, he reared back and slapped Undertaker across the face, on the withdraw Undertaker caught the little wrist easily.
"Don't hit me." It was a warning. With the warning, came a pulling that collided both men together their chests hitting. "What's the matter with you?"
Grell struggled in the hold not wanting to loose anything he shouldn't. "Get out! Let me go!" Grell pushed on the larger man's chest with his free hand. "I don't want to talk about it! Leave me alone." squirming Grell brought up his other hand in a fist.
Undertaker saw the fist and caught it still keeping their chests together. "I said. Don't hit me." Spinning their bodies Undertaker forced the other man to sit on the bed. Standing in front of the red head, hands firmly placed on his hips. "Go on out with it."
Grell pursed his lips harshly like a spoiled child that didn't get what he wanted. He struggled in his spot not wanting to admit anything the the older man. He needed to talk to someone. Someone who won't interrupt and just listen.
He needed Jane.
He thought about the shelters number. Then he thought of Will. He could call Will. He should call Will listen to him bitch to him about not being careful and being an idiot. Although he did need to find more about Undertaker, and his past. He wasn't ready to calm down. Not yet. He don't know how long he could wait it out with that face he was being given.
Undertaker relaxed somewhat and motioned to the book. "That drawing of me. It's good. Really good. How long has been since it been? Since you last drew?"
"Since a fucking kid rear ended us. You fucking know that." Grell growled.
The harsh words, made the shoulders of Undertaker tense, he swallowed. He sat next to Grell his arm draped over his shoulders. Grell shrugged the other man off. Undertaker gave an odd sideways hug to the younger male. In his own way he was preparing to tell Grell about his mother. He just wasn't just ready yet. He didn't want to loose the young male just yet, not yet.
"Go away. I want to be alone." Could he feel himself breaking? No hardly. Hardly chipped. "Go away Undertaker."
"No, I'm not going to. You need someone to comfort you." His voice was light and caring. "So you just sit there and calm down. Let me help."
Growling Grell sat with his arms crossed. He didn't want to calm down. Anger coursed through him still, for Sacha, for Paula, for Ojīchan, and for himself. Undertaker was just trying to be a good friend. Wasn't he?
"I never liked Sacha."
"Join the club." Grell huffed.
"Thought I was already in it?" He smirked and nudged the red head. He finally got a small rouse out of the male as he watched his shoulders shake. "You know, I'm not going anywhere. I don't even care how deadly you think you are." The elder man nudged him again. "I have big shoulders I can take it."
…/
Later, Grell found himself on the porch of his grandfather's home bundled on the swing he always adored. He had his feet tucked up his bottom, and his phone to his ear, he decided to call Jane. He thought it would be better than trying to talk to Will.
Kris answered the phone with the shelters name and a friendly: "This is Kris can I help you!?"
"That is so old, you stupid man." Grell smirked almost happy to have a familiar voice in his ear. "Kris it's Grell."
"Oh hello, let me guess, Jane?"
"Aren't you a smart one?" The sarcasm practicality dripping from his teeth. "Go get her Kris,"
"Yes-um Boss." The director to the shelter twanged. "Right away Boss" The phone clicked like it was set down. Sitting pulling the bundle of himself closer as he shivered, he heard the noises of the safe home. Deep voices and feminine voices were heard.
What seemed like minutes later the phone was picked up again.
"Your Highness may I present Jane-" Kris's playful voice played.
"Give me the Goddamned phone!" It was Jane's voice that snapped. There was a bit of mumbling on the other side of the phone call. "Grelly!" The voice was enough to make a full blown grin on the red heads face.
"Hi, Janey dear." He pitched. "I need someone to talk to."
At the mention of that Grell heard muffling then a quick snap of Jane's feminine voice. "Out. Now Kris." Grell could only think of how the reactions were. Kris frowning protesting and Jane's stern face his piercings glinting.
"Okay so spill it."
Grell took the time in telling Jane what has been happening, from the time he arrived to this moment. All the while Jane was giving appropriate 'eww' and 'gross' the occasional 'you're fucking gross. Why would you do that?' The conversation went on for hours. All the while his teeth were chattering from the snowy weather outside.
"I'm freezing, so I'm getting off this phone and going to get some coffee, if I can find any." Grell told his best friend. "By Janey." He got a long goodbye. And hung the phone up.
He went inside and to the kitchen to scrounge for some kind of coffee. Digging in a low packed cabinet he felt a presence behind him. He sighed and kept digging.
"Paula told me you kicked her out of the room."
It was the Undertaker.
"So?" Grell kept digging when he found instant coffee.
"Why?"
He with drew from the cabinet, holding the small jar. "I'm tired of playing house. Okay?" He moved around instantly angered again at the mention of the girl. Undertaker grabbed his arm swinging him around. "Let go." His voice low and aggravated. "I need no explanation. I just done playing house."
Nodding his understanding, Undertaker loosened his grip. "I'm glad. So she isn't going to be in the way anymore?" Lips tipped up slightly.
"No, I won't deal with it. I made my decision, she will go back to Sacha his mail ordered bride." Growling he ripped his arm away and went to fix some sort of decent coffee with boiling water.
"Why the sudden change?"
Grell stopped and slammed his hands on the counter dropping his head, his nerves were really on edge. He could feel Undertaker's piercing gaze on his back. The elder man rubbed between the others shoulder blades trying to calm him. It had no avail. Still tense.
"No more house. I'm fucking sick and tired of trying to be nice. I am not a nice person. I only have the heart to do so much. I can only do so much, I can't please anyone else. Ojīchan, my fucking sperm donor, you, Will. I'm not myself." Grell seethed as he spoke to the counter. "And certainly not that mail ordered thing!" his head dropped lower as he thought to himself: 'I'm a play thing for one man. For only one person. I can't be split like this, it's too much. Way too much.'
Undertaker stepped up behind the temperamental fiery male, his hand taking the back of his neck massaging it.. "Then be yourself."
"You think, that I don't want to be? You don't think I'd like to be myself. You seriously don't know me."
Undertaker chuckled. "I suppose not. But I do know that you are a nice..." He leaned closer and spoke into his ear. "woman. One with a great heart, one that's funny, beautiful, and slightly crazy. That I like." Undertaker's lips touched his ear. "I may have not known you in the past before that loon took you and chopped off all that wonderful hair, or while you lied on your back as he fucked you senseless and abused you. You didn't need that. But I know you now, the amazing cross-dresser that, walked into my bar in need of a job, and possibly is going to start making more money than me." He chuckled. He kissed his ear. "One that has a good friend, that is almost way too protective."
Grell felt a flush on his cheeks at the admittance. He knew the older was telling the truth, he just knew it. He stayed silenced. Undertaker talked more trying to get the other to relax. "I see that your listening now." A light nip to his ear. "You, are too tense. Maybe I can help. A little lady like you in distress."
Grell shook his head slowly. "You're trying to get into my pants. So stop. I'm really not in the mood. I'm disgusted right now. I really am."
"I can help." Undertaker's hands went up and kneaded Grell's shoulders. "Look, just relax."
Shrugging from the hold Grell slid sideways. "You want to help? Call the fuck that put me in jail, and tell him to come pick up that girl. I'm done. Fucking. Done." Grell finished making his coffee and walked out of the kitchen quickly holding a big mug.
Undertaker sighed. He watched the hot tamale leave him behind once again. Grell ran, but he'd fallow soon, that's how it seemed lately. He did want to please him like he's tried for everyone else. So, he went to find Ojīchan, he would know what to do.
Especially when it came to Grell.
…/
A-N: So, I think you guys ought to know, I was just about done with this chapter when I finally got to all your your guy's PM's. I was disappointed in myself when I read them. I was sitting in the library (that's the only time I get to update sadly) and like a weird person I am, I clenched my neck to stop myself from screaming, I was so disappointed with how I let this get out of hand. I do apologize, I deserve every hit and cruel word you can trow at me. For that I feel like I have failed you all.
I also appreciate all of you who tolerate my bad language skills of German and Japanese, and I also love the support and help you give me. Danke! Thank you so much. Yes I have taken German like I have said but not in a long time all the German I put in here is mostly from memory and I forget a lot.
Well, can you tell where I was when I got your...um... yeah... Also a small tip, you can tell my feelings, and emotions when I'm writing. Like, through certain characters you can tell how I'm feeling.
Meanings:
1- Ja, mein hertz: Yes, my heart (German)
2- Ja, mein Herr: Yes, sir (German)
3- Opa: Grandpa (German)
Well, again I do apologize, I want to make it up to you. All of you for my shit-tastic chapters as of late. I let you down and for that I will make it up to you. Sorry for the blubbering A-N. Im'a shut up now and start the next chapter.
Your Humble Writer.