Undertaker straightened out the dark red table cloth, freeing it of wrinkles. Seemingly satisfied with the result, he then headed to the kitchen to pick out a large selection of ivory plates. Hmm, extravagant indeed. Still smiling to himself, Undertaker arranged two plates neatly on the table, and soon had clean silver cutlery set up with them. He folded the red napkins, checked occasionally on the food to make sure it was ready, cut up the meat neatly.

Everything was perfect.

He now just needed a certain red-head to come in and complete the perfect night.

Giggling softly with anticipation, Undertaker lit the tall red candles which stood proud next to the vases of red roses. He dimmed any other lights besides the candles', creating a dark atmosphere. Yes, perfect, almost perfect. His giggle rose to an excited laugh as he went to get the food, setting it up neatly across the table. It was definitely more than him and Grell could eat, but they both knew that they probably wouldn't be doing much eating.

"And now to wait…" Humming quietly, Undertaker sat in one of the chairs, taking in the masterpiece he had created.

I hope Grell likes it. Wait… why wouldn't Grell like it? There is an abundance of red, everything matches, and EVERYTHING is fancy…Grell will love it. Undertaker mused to himself over the tranquil scene, his eyes drifting over the walls.

He didn't mind Grell's house at all. While he was most comfortable in the coffin shop, he wasn't sure how much Grell would like a romantic dinner there.

Technically, he once said that it didn't matter where there dates where, as long as I am there with him. Still elated, Undertaker fiddled nervously with his napkin. Even though they had been dating for months, he still found it funny that he acted like a nervous school girl. Attempting to distract his mind, he went back to looking around the room.

Red walls with white bordering, black picture frames to surround all the photos Grell loved most. A clock, a large window looking out over the back yard. There couldn't have been a more calm and gorgeous scenery for such an occasion. Undertaker insisted on taking Grell out once a week to some sort of extravagant restaurant, which Grell agreed to.

In many ways, they definitely spoiled each other.

Speaking of which, where is that red-head? Undertaker looked at the time to see fifteen minutes had passed. Grell should've been here a while ago.

It must just be a hold-up at the office. William does like to overload on work.

But when Grell didn't' show up for an entire half hour, Undertaker began to worry. He stood up and started pacing, staring intently at the blood-red carpet. Come on, Grell, where are you? Huffing, Undertaker then pulled his robe on more tightly, and headed for the door. He decided to go to the dispatch himself to see what was up.

William quietly finished stapling papers together, and then filed them away into their respective folders. He went over some other papers, placing them aside to go over tomorrow. Exhausted and tired, he just wanted to go home and sleep.

Right, sleep…

But how on earth could he sleep when the red-head was with HIM?

Oh calm down, William, it's not like you two have anything special…

Not that you don't want it.

No, never mind, you don't want anything to do with Grell…

As William's mind held a conflicted battle over Grell, another shinigami just happened to wander into his office.

"Hello, William." Will glanced up to see Undertaker standing in the doorway, his arms crossed and a smirk fixed on his face. "Not too busy, I hope?"

"I was just leaving, if you actually needed something from me, come back tomorrow." William tossed one last look over his desk before walking out past the other man, hoping he didn't look obviously annoyed. Undertaker turned and followed Will out the door, moving quickly to keep up with him.

"Really? Of course, kind of selfish honestly, leaving while Grell does all the work." Undertaker smirked a bit more, a giggle threatening to escape him. He did enjoy annoying the other man, hoping it was working..

And of course, he was definitely succeeding in aggravating William.

"What on Earth are you talking about? If anything, I work the hardest here, not to mention stay the longest." William glared at Undertaker while picking up his pace, wanting to be left alone.

Undertaker wouldn't leave. "Right, of course, that why you got Grell here so late?"

"Again, what are you talking about? Grell is nowhere around, he left a while ago."

"Well, he hasn't arrived home yet."

"Maybe someone else held him up." William turned a corner, heading to the dispatch doors. He paused, then turned and looked back at Undertaker. "Look, I really don't know where he is, alright?"

"Fine, whatever." Undertaker shook his head, moving to exit out the doors too. "Just let me know if you see him."

Like I'd do that. "Of course I will." William stayed standing there before forcing a tense smile at him, then turned out the door. God, I hate him- "…The hell?"

William stared down at the steps, where Grell was lying sprawled out. He stood there for a few more seconds before Undertaker could be heard opening the door behind him.

"What is-….Grell?"

Undertaker froze behind Will, staring down at the still red-head. He was worried, and though his limbs urged him to move he couldn't help but stand in shock. Managing to pull himself back together quickly, he moved towards Grell at exactly the same time as William, and both of them said the exact same thing.

"My Grell!"

Undertaker paused and looked at Will. "….'My Grell'?"

William's face heated up, and he avoided the other man's gaze. "Um… yes, I mean… he's my worked… co-worker…. Well, subordinate, and it is my duty to take care of him-"

"…Right…"

"Oh, calm down, your 'beloved' is passed out and you want to worry about some trivial grammar mistake I made?" William kept avoiding his gaze.

"I'm not sure it's a grammar mistake…" Undertaker stared doubtfully at William, and William glanced back at him, his face hard.

"It was a grammar mistake. My point is, are we just going to leave Grell here?"

"Of course not, I'm taking him to the hospital." Undertaker stepped down to Grell's body, managing to keep down his worry.

"'I'm'?" William huffed a bit, feeling annoyed again.

"Yes, 'I'm', as in myself. You really want to come? You looked like you were in a big rush to get home." Undertaker scooped up Grell's body before looking back up at the dark-haired man. "Unless you want to wait hours on end in a tiny, suffocating waiting room?"

William squirmed a bit, but kept himself composed. "He is my… colleague, and I am going to see that he is alright. So yes, I am coming." William then moved past Undertaker to stalk off towards the general direction of the hospital.

Undertaker watched him, feeling slightly perplexed but shook off any doubts he had as he followed him, holding tightly onto Grell. Grell was his, not anyone else's. No one could stop that, not even William.

Alright! This was definitely a more successful chapter than chapter one… the prologue doesn't count, seeing as I needed it to be quick…

Anyways, let me know how it is! I don't want to feel that this story is just … useless…

Any grammar mistakes? Spelling mistakes? Let me know!