A/N: Hope you like the story so far, sorry for the inconvenience of me re-posting it so many times. Some stuff got messed up...long story, anyway sorry if it confused anyone. My bad : /

Ch.4

Those Young and Innocent Years:

First day of School

So after everything was cleared up with Ron,now knowing that that was not blood it was lipstick, that he was not dying, and is not under a demon hex of any kind, and that it was just Grell pulling a stupid prank. At first there was confusion.

Will: A Demon is not trying to kill you, Grell did this.

Ron: GRELL PUT A DEMON HEX ON ME!

Will: No! No! Grell didn't put any hex on you!

Ron: But you said...

Will: I know what I said, you misunderstood.

Ron: BUT I'M DIEING!

Will: No your not!

Ron: Yes I am, I'm bleeding because of a demon!

Will: *face-palms* (to himself) God I hate demons.

Ron: A-ha! So you admit that it was demons!

Will: No! Look, no demon did this, see, there's no hex, Grell did this.

Ron: Oh...then...WHY IS GRELL TRYING TO KILL ME!

Will: He's not trying to kill you! God, would you just listen!

Grell: (in creepy demon voice) God can't help you now Will!

Ron: *Whines frighteningly at Grell's demon voice.*

Will: Stop messing around! Can't you see you scared the shit out of him!

Ron: Can you please stop cussing?

Will: Sure Ron,I'll stop, I'm sorry.

Grell: Wait, why do you care, you hear me cuss all the time. I've even heard some bad words come out of your mouth!

Ron: Yeah but that's different...it's wired when Will does it...and also I don't want to go to hell because of me hearing bad words.

Grell: Why are you worrying about that now?

Ron: BECAUSE I'M DIEING!

Grell: *Snickers*

Will: This isn't funny Grell!

But eventually he understood. Amazingly for boy who was complicity convinced he was dieing and going to hell just a few seconds ago. Ronald managed to bounce back fast. Especially when he was promised extra bacon! The extra bacon being from the plate of Grell who had to eat left over soggy toast as his breakfast.

Grell: This isn't fair! I called dibs on bacon FIRST!

Will: Well you should have thought of that before you decided to scare your little brother half to death!

Grell: I was just playing around! Ron doesn't care! Right Ron?

Ron: No, I don't care. It was actually pretty funny. I really thought I was dieing!

Grell: See?

Ron: I must have looked real freaky looking with all that red stuff on my face! We could probably scare some people with that, can't we Grell!

Will: Uh-uh, no, we are not going through this, or anything like this EVER again! Grell, hand me the lipstick!

Grell: What? No!

Will: Grell...

Grell: Look, I'm sorry, I won't do it ever again. I'm a horrible person that deserves soggy toast, you happy!

Will: Not until you give me that lipstick!

Grell: Fine *Throws lipstick at Will* here's your fucking lipstick! Why don't you go put it on...MOM! *stomps out of room leaving half-eaten toast*

Will: (really pissed off) God, your such a little brat! For one day, just one day couldn't you act like...like...like your not a freak!

Grell: *screams from room* I'm not a freak!

Needless to say, tension was high among the Undertaker boys as they headed to school. William was even more stern-faced then usual. And Grell was uncommonly quit, When he had finally came out of his room to go to school. Ronald noticed that his face was wet, and kept sniffing his noise and rubbing his eyes. He did his best to hide it from his brothers though. But Ronald could tell, he could have swore he had heard crying after Will had called him a freak.

Ronald was all better now, his face was washed, he was wearing his big, goggle like glasses, he had on his uniform. (The uniform for his grade was White and blue, it sort of resembled a sailors uniform only with shorts and for little boys. Very corny and cute.) His hair was brushed and untangled, at least as much as Will could manage. Ron's hair was very shaggy and unruly. Grell was much better at brushing Ronald's hair. And of course no matter what Ron always had that one calick that refused to go back, in the front. Ronald's hair was pretty strange looking. It used to be dark brown like William's until one day Grell decided to play dress-up.

The Undertaker had a particularly naggy client who was always coming in while he was working on the body of her mother. The Client demanded that the Undertaker touch up her mother's roots with her specific brand of hair-dye and even bought him some to use. So to her wishes he, and the job didn't even take up half of the bottle, so he kept the bottle for possible future usage "Waste not want not." theUndertaker would say.

So of coarse when Grell stumbled upon it, he was extremely excited. Grell had been thinking about what it would be like if he didn't have his ginger hair. He thought that maybe he would look prettier blond. But first, he thought he should test it. So he tested it on his younger brother Ron! This was back when Ron was just toddler and Grell was only 5. Grell of coarse didn't know how to use the hair-dye properly and soon he had used to much on the top of Ron's head. The hair-dye apparently was mostly bleach so it made it extremely difficult to wash out or for his hair to turn back to brown, any time soon. The Undertaker said it would eventually fade out, but time showed them that over the years, the bottom part of Ron's hair was dark brown, and the top part of Ron's hair was blond, and it showed no signs of ever changing that way. "I guess that hair-dye really was good stuff." the Undertaker would say, "No wonder that lady was so persistent about using it..."

They walked to school in silence, it was a long walk and Will kept speeding up his pace until he was practically sprinting. He was afraid that he was going to be late. By the time they got there they where tired and sweaty, and actually quite early.

"Thank God!" panted Will when they finally, so far, this mourning had gone horrible, but maybe everything will get better once the school day starts.

"William? Is that you?" a familiar female voice cried.

Or he could be wrong after all...

Will spun around to see who called his named, he was pretty sure he didn't know anyone from around here. Hell, he barely knew people in his own neighborhood!

"William! It's me! Robin!"

Oh God!

"Robin? I didn't know you went to school here!" William said, wondering why his voice was suddenly seemed squeaky.

Robin giggled, "Yeah, I've always went here, now, what about you! When did you start going to school here."

Will didn't answer right away, he was still in shock that Robin, Robin, Robin Gibbons was going to this school. He studied her Uniform. And what a Uniform. A long navy blue skit that went just past her knees. A pair of long white stockings and black strap shoes. A white shirt with a navy blue apron which attached to the skirt. And a navy blue tie. Her beautiful blond hair was tied back with a ribbon. She was absolutely beautiful. Suddenly he noticed that she had asked a question and he had neglected to answer it yet.

"Uh...well...it's actually...uh...a pretty cool story...actually...you see...uh..."

"Some client of our fathers got us in and bought and paid for everything because he's like dean of the school or something." Grell intercepted, rolling his eyes at his tough-tied brother.

William breathed a sigh of relief, yes he was mad at his brother, yes it was rude of him to interrupt him like that, but God, he wasn't sure if he was going to get himself out of that one alive.

"Excuse me," said Robin," glaring at Grell annoyed. "I believe William was telling the story."

"No no, it's fine, that's pretty much...it for...you know...the story." William cursed himself. Why was it so dam hard for him to talk to girls, especially girls like...Robin.

"Hey Robin!" A girl across the lawn yelled, she was with a whole group of other girls that where also dressed in the Dowey school uniforms. All looking very well to-do and fancy.

"Oh, well, those are my friends, do you want to come meet them?" Robin asked Will.

"Well...uh."

"Gag me." Grell said making a gestured that resembled hanging himself, which made Ronald giggle.

"Grell!" William scolded

"I wasn't talking to you!" Robin said, wrinkling her noise towards Grell, "I was talking to William...Well, William?"

She was waiting for an answer, Will was torn, should he go meet Robin's friends so he could spend more time with Robin...learn more about Robin...get closer to Robin. Will nearly drooled at the thought. Oh, who was he kidding, he'd just make a fool out of himself, he could barely say two words to her let alone hang out with her! And he couldn't leave Ronald alone with Grell, not on the first day, especially not now when Grell was feeling spiteful and obviously especially devious.

"Maybe some other time..." said William, already regretting his decision.

"Oh, okay, that's fine. Some other time then."

Wait, does she seem...disappointed...What have I done!

"Hey Robin! Get over here! Who ya talking to anyway!" another member of Robin's crowd called.

"Coming!" Robin called as she started running towards her friends "Well...see you William!" she waved so long and William shyly waved back.

"SEE YOU ROBIN!" Ronald screamed as she ran away!

Robin giggled and William couldn't help but notice the looks on surrounding Dowey student's faces.

"Shhhh! Ronald!" Scolded Will.

"What!" said Ron, a little too loudly, "Robin's my friend!"

William sighed, there are just somethings little boys where just not meant to understand.

Grell snorted, "Well that's just great. Not only do we have to deal with stupid uniforms an mile walk...(Ron: Is that how much we walked! *is now convinced he will die again*) but now we have to deal with that dumb blond Robin. I hate this school."

Will snapped, "You know what, I don't care if you don't like this school! This is a good school, where someone can get a future, where someone can gain respect! And you better dam well act like a good citizen and a normal human being or I swear to god I will make your life a living Hell!"

"You're too late." replied Grell.

With that the school bells started ringing ant the students began to enter the building. Giving his brother a steady glare, Will grabbed Ronald and dragged him into the school with Grell grudgingly following suit.

0.0

"Very well class, settle down. As you all know this is the first day of the school year! So would everyone please settle down." the teacher instructed. Professor McCartney had been teaching at Dowey for years. He smiled at the fine looking group of students. Some where students he saw walking the halls only in a different uniform. (He never really understood why each grade had a different uniform, perhaps it was just a way to flash the school's wealth.) Some of the students where altogether new to school. But every single one of them looked like they'd all be fine examples of the modern British youth.

"Can I use the toilet?' one of the students blurted out.

Well they can't all be perfect.

The professor coughed twice, "Would the student who asked that question please raise their hand while addressing me."

A hand shot up. The teacher looked. Sitting in the back-row, in the corner next to the window sat a red-haired boy with a pair of wire-rim glasses that fell on his noise. "Yes?" the teacher asked acknowledging the raised hand.

"May I please use the water closet?" the student said annoyed.

"I'm sorry, mister..." he looked down at his seating chart he had the students fill in as they walked in to class. "Undertaker?"

"Yes?"

"Yes, I'm sorry Mr. Undertaker, but if you needed to use the restroom, you should have thought of that before class started."

Grell plopped back into his seat and pouted. Of course he was going to be one of those teachers. Oh well,he didn't really need to go, he just wanted an excuse to get out of class.

"Now, Mr. Undertaker, since you where so keen on speaking first, perhaps you would like to introduce yourself to everyone first?"

"What?"

"You see Mr. Undertaker, I don't really know this class yet, so on the first day of school I like to have everyone introduce themselves. So..."

"Alright, alright, whatever." Grell sighed, this was going to be even worse then he thought, "My name is Grell Sutcliff Undertaker..."

"Undertaker?" a fellow student exclaimed skeptically, "Is that you're real name."

"Yes, Undertaker is my real name."

"What does your father do?" a female student asked, trying to remember exactly where she had heard that name before.

"He's a mortician."

"Eww!"

"Creepy!"

"Ha! With a name like Undertaker it fits perfectly!"

"I thought I heard that name somewhere!"

"What's a mortician?"

All the students stoped their chatter at this question. They all turned around to see who really didn't know what a mortician was.

It was a small, young girl in the back. Her purple hair was long a tangled and one of her eyes had bandages wrapped around her head.

"Do you really not know?" One student asked in a how-stupid-can-you-really-be type voice.

The girl looked down ashamed.

"Now, now students. We all don't know everything now do we" Chimed in the professor. "Perhaps Mr. Undertaker can explain to us what a Mortician is?"

Grell smirked ever so slightly, now this, this can get fun.

"Well," Grell started, "basically a mortician's job is to examine deceased bodies and then prepare them for their funeral, burlier, what have you."

"How much does a dead body really need?" asked a student

"Oh it all depends on the body, how horrible mutated it is, or how long it has been dead from. Once, my dad had to work on a cadaver that had been flattened by a safe. No joke,he was like a pancake of skin and blood! But my father figured it out, first he had to dig out all the grime and dirt was that got mixed in with the body, then he had to remove all the broken bones, in other words his entire skeleton! And you want to know how he did it, he cut open his..."

"Umm, yes Mr. Undertaker, you uh, don't have to go into too much detail. I'm sure for you that might seem...normal, but here some of the students aren't so...interested, as you maybe." the teacher interrupted, not wanting to know where this story was going.

All the other students didn't look to enthused either by Grell's story, some of them had went pale in the face and couple looked like they where about to lose their breakfast. Grell smiled satisfied, he hadn't even gotten to the gross part of the story and already they looked like a bunch of sea-sick sailors. Perhaps Grell could have some fun here after all...

0.0

"Hello, class, you will address me as Mrs. Wordsworth. There will be no talking when I'm talking, no speaking out pf turn so raise your hand and wait for me to call on you, and no funny business of any kind! Understand? Good!"

Mrs. Wordsworth was a no nonsense women. She was old, wore a black robe, and kept her graying hair back in a tight bun. Her long brittle nails looked like claws and her sulking eyes looked like a beedy rat's eye. Needless to say she terrified the students, except for Will.

Will was so excited, he sat right in the front row, his eyes giving the teacher undivided attention. To him this teacher was like an angel. His key to a great future, he could already tell that she was going to work him until he dropped and then make him work some more.

"Now," Mrs Wordsworth began. "Why don't we all introduce ourselves. Why don't we start on this side, then work our way across the row. " She pointed at a familiar blond girl. "Let's start with you then."

"Hello every one, my name is Robin Elizabeth Gibbons. I've been attending Dowey since I was five years old. My father is Charlies Elwood Gibbons and my mother is Roberta Emily Gibbons." She smiled a sweet beautiful smile.

"Good...next!"

"Right, my name is Allen Richards White. I've been going to Dowey for about three years now. I am the son of Terrance Allen White and Samantha Anne White."

"Next"

"My name is Astrid Whitney Turner and I have been going to Dowey Since I was five years old, My parents are Olivia Jones Turner and Steve Charlies Turner."

"Next"

Oh God...it's my turn! "Uh...my name is William Spears Undertaker. This is my first year at Dowey, my father is Ira Henderson Undertaker and my mother was..." William paused, he hadn't mentioned his mothers name is years, "My mother was..." oh God where there tears forming, 'Pull it together William!' he thought to himself.

"Your mother was?" the teacher pried, annoyed by the hold up.

"I'm sorry, it's...just..."

"It's just what? You know who your own mother was don't you?"

"Yes!" William proclaimed a little to loudly, his face went red, "it's just..." he sighed, "My mother was Julia Moore Williams..."he paused and suddenly blurted out, "and she passed away when I was very young...sorry."

William looked down. He couldn't believe he said that, now everyone probably thought he was some sort of bubbling baby always crying about his dead mother, no. He pulled himself together a sat up straight, "I'm sorry for my behavior Mrs. Wordsworth, my mother is just a sensitive subject to me, it won't happen again."

Mrs. Wordsworth nodded, this boy was good...too good. "Very well Mr. Undertaker, thank you, next..."

William sighed as she went on to the next student next to him. The rest of the introductions went by much faster. Will had gathered himself all the way and was now more ready then ever. I'll make you proud mom, he thought, I'll be the best there is.

0.0

For a boy who just a few minutes ago was convinced he was going to die from exhaustion, Ron was uncommonly energetic. He could not sit still at all actually. He bounced up and down in his seat plodding his feet on the ground which made a noise like a horse.

"Ronald...would you please stop that?" Mrs. Lennon asked as nicely as she could. The boy was really getting on her last gentle nerve. She was the newest teacher, had just came to Dowey this year. Usually she worked well with kids but this one was really starting to get to her.

First he wouldn't stop making clicking sounds with his tough then he kept yelling out of turn, and he kept asking to go to the bathroom every five seconds.

"Can I go to the toilet!"

"No Ron, you just went!" on the last request, she caved and let his go.

"But I need to go again!" he whined

"I'm sorry Ronald but I can't let you go to the bathroom every ten seconds, now if you don't mind, can you please sit there silently and stop disrupting the rest of the class."

"I'm bored!"

Ms. Lennon sighed. This was going to be a long day.