"I really should be going now..." Grell laughed a bit, his hand smoothing down some of his unruly strands of bright red hair. Undertaker leaned forwards with a sigh to grab at the hand, pulling it closer to hold it.
"Do you really want to leave so soon?" He placed the hand on his cheek, glancing up to pout at Grell.
"Of course not..."
"Then don't..."
"I have work..."
"Work?" He kissed the hand lightly, his eyes meeting the other's. Grell blushed and laughed nervously, trying to pry away his hand.
"Yes, darling. It's a job."
"You don't have to do it."
"I do. It'd be nice doing another job, but nothing else can entertain my attention." Grell pulled his hand free, then stood up and smoothed out his pants.
"Nothing else? Not even me? Say, Grell, why are you so eager to return to your job? Has someone else caught your heart?" As the hand left his, Undertaker reluctantly stood up as well, another sigh escaping his lips. It was a habit of his, to sigh often when upset or sad, as if bored with the world.
"No one else, darling. I have eyes only for you, of course." Grell giggled and smiled, showing off razor sharp teeth. He leaned forwards to plant a kiss on the taller man's nose.
"No one else? You mean that?" Undertaker wrapped his arms around Grell's waist as he kissed his forhead, lingering for a few minutes to breathe in the sweet scent of roses.
"You know I mean it, my darling, my love." Grell looked up at Undertaker, his red hair falling slowly into his face. "But William will get upset-"
"He is always upset about something." Undertaker slowly pulled away his arms, stepping back. "Some people need to learn how to laugh..."
"Of course they do." Grell leaned forwards to quickly plant a kiss on Undertaker's nose before whipping around, his red hair and jacket flaming out as he headed for the door across the room. As his hand closed around the handle, Grell looked back.
"...Undertaker? "
"Yes, Grell? "
"I love you." Grell smiled in a way that showed undying live, admiration, happiness. Such a vulnerable smile.
It drove Undertaker crazy for him, even if the redhead was anything but vulnerable.
"I know. I love you to, Grell." Undertaker smiled back, and the red-haired Reaper continued to grin as he left, seemingly satisfied with something. The sunlight poured in through the door as it opened before slowly fading away after Grell's departure.
Undertaker felt a pang of loneliness.
Grell...
Grell, Grell, Grell, red, Grell, roses, coffins, Grell...
Red, red blood, beautiful Grell...
"Undertaker."
Grell.
"Undertaker. "
Grell...
"Undertaker?"
The voice startled him, and he sprang up as whiteness once again filled his vision. His heart beat quickly, and he whipped around to grab at the person, a small part of his subconcious wondering with hope if all the brightness was because Grell came back to the shop, to him.
"Grell?" He spoke needily, anticipation filling him, as he looked at the shiningami eyes of...
William?
"William?!" Irritation filled Undertaker's voice as he glared at the younger man accusingly.
William frowned, a bit scared and shocked at this outburst, even if he'd never admit it. "Yes, it's me. If you had listened to me and went home, you wouldn't have had a nightmare in the middle of this wretched hospital. And sir, if you'd be so kind as to let go."
Undertaker looked down to see he had a hold of the front of William's jacket, and he let go. "Sorry."
"I bet you are." William smoothed out his suit, and Undertaker turned around to look around the bright white hospital room, taking note of Grell on the bed.
"...Nightmare." It had been a dream. Not real. The roses, the smell of the wood in his coffin shop, hadn't been real. As Undertaker got his breathing and heartbeat under control, he turned to look at Will.
The other man just shook his head. "Yes, nightmare. Maybe there is something the doctors can give you-"
"Why?" Undertaker stared at him blankly.
"To help with your sleeping of course. Now, we should probably leave soon, so we can go through stuff at the library quickly." William promptly headed for the door, walking briskly. Undertaker watched him before looking back at Grell, the events suddenly catching up to him, and he headed out after Will.
As they left the hospital, William mentally calculated that it would take about 5 minutes to get to the library from where they were. Maybe they could check out the archives, old books which held things that may or may not be actual facts. They aslo had to look for Grell's cinematic record. They needed to know what went wrong, what was going wrong. Since time was of the essence, that would mean they should split up at the library...
He then thought about Undertaker. Or rather, specifically, his mental-state. The silver haired man was walking besides him, not saying anything. William knew the shinigami would be going through a lot in his head at the moment, but he hoped it wasn't too much to handle. Given what Undertaker knew about the situation at hand, he was a vital part of this whole thing. Hence why he needed him at his best at the moment.
To help Grell... yes, to help Grell of course. William was going to help save that idiotic red-headed shinigami if it was the last thing he did. That moronic, dangerous, red-loving bastard who is terrible at work, and who always causes problems, yet gives me a reason to show up at work every morning because of his silly shenanigans. Always causing problems in those red heels, that red jacket, so full of life-
"You can be a funny man, Mr. Spears." William nearly tripped when Undertaker pulled him out of his thoughts.
"Huh?"
"I said you can be funny." Undertaker looked at him, a grin slowly coming across his face. "Please tell me you're not stumbling around because you're going to faint, I don't want to have to carry your heavy ass all the way back to the hospital."
As Undertaker burst into fits of giggles, William only shook his head. While he found teasing childish, he was glad to see Undertaker was reverting back to his old self.
"I was not aware I can be funny. And my ass is not 'heavy'." Sighing, William picked up his pace, his gaze glued to the path ahead. Undertaker sighed.
"Can't you take a joke, Will?" Undertaker began skipping along, and Will did his best to ignore him.
"I can, of course."
"Then act like it."
"No thank you."
"You can be a tad dull. Maybe you aren't funny at all..." Undertaker resumed walking, reaching up to brush his silver bangs out of his face, but they only fell back into place.
"I like being dull." William looked at him. "You need a haircut.
"I like my hair." Undertaker smiled. "It's different. "
"You like your hair, even though it gets in your way?" William shook his head with exasperation.
"So what if I do? You like being dull." Undertaker stuck out his tongue.
"That I do." William felt his lips twitch in the barest hint of a smile. "I like neat and orderly."
"Neat and orderly is for the weak."
"That's only because everything about you isn't."
"True." Undertaker laughed again. "Wrong I have been... say, is that it?" Undertaker pointed to a tall whitish-grey building up ahead.
"You mean the library? Obviously. Honestly, you're a shinigami, but you don't even know what the library looks like..."
"I do, but I have no glasses on at the moment." Undertaker picked up the pace, wanting no more than to get started on finding a cure for his beloved Grell. William sighed once more.
"You're a strange man, Undertaker."
"Last time I checked, it was 'The' Undertaker. You forgot the 'The'."
"The 'The' is unnecessary. Either way, people are going to remember you for being a maniac who likes corpses..." William headed up the front steps of the building, shaking his head. As he reached for the door handle, he looked behind him to see Undertaker still at the bottom of the stairs. "What?"
Undertaker watched him, wondering about a multitude of things, before a smile creeped across his face.
"You know what, William? You might just have a funny bone in you after all. Wrong I have been...more than once..."
And with that, Undertaker headed up the stairs and walked through the entrance of the building, leaving a baffled William to process what he just said.
Well, there you have it, chapter 4. Any mistakes, let me know!