More days passed, the Undertaker having continued to tend to Grell. At first he felt as if things seemed to be looking up, but eventually Grell became more aware, and that is when the trial started.
He should have been expecting it, knowing very well the mental condition that Grell was in. But he still wasn't ready to deal with the very mentally disturbed red head. It was quite obvious that the retired Shinigami had no idea what he was doing. Even so, he was determined to help the young red haired Shinigami, for he wanted nothing more than to see him the way he used to be, and to have him as his lover.
But seeing as how things were going, it almost looked hopeless. Grell still wasn't eating, and wasn't even talking. The Undertaker had hardly been sleeping, worried that the red head would fall asleep and not wake up. Sometimes he would fall asleep, and wake up just to check Grell's pulse to make sure he was alive. For someone who worked around death constantly, the concept sure was scaring him.
Things were a lot different in Grell's perspective. He felt afraid, and wasn't sure what to do, or how to act. This of course, caused him to be more withdrawn, and isolated. He refused to talk to the Undertaker, much to afraid to let him in. He too, had feelings for the retired Shinigami, but everyone he ever fell in love with ended up hurting him, and he had convinced himself that this would happen with even the Undertaker.
Staring up at the dark ceiling from the coffin he was laying in, Grell tried to fall back asleep, but due to intense hunger, was unable to. He wasn't even sure when the last time he ate was, but he knew it had been a very long time. Now, for some odd reason, he was feeling extremely hungry, and it was actually scaring him. Sitting up slightly, he stared over at the coffin the Undertaker slept in, a sorrowful look coming to his eyes as he did. He really wanted to accept the Undertaker's love, but felt he couldn't.
Laying back down in the coffin, mostly from exhaustion, Grell had no idea at all that the Undertaker was not asleep in the coffin, but instead awake, and watching him from a dark corner. Sure, it was creepy, but then again, what wasn't creepy about the Undertaker?
Taking a sip from his beaker full of tea, the funeral director kept his hair covered eyes on Grell, slightly sensing that the crimson reaper was finally feeling the intense hunger that his body had been enduring for a long time.
Standing to his feet, the Undertaker made his way over to Grell, a small plate of crackers in his one hand, and his beaker of tea in the other. "Grell… are you awake?"
Jumping slightly, Grell raised his head slightly, and slowly let his eyes fall upon the retired Shinigami. Nodding his head, he eyed the plate of crackers, a wave of fear washing through him when he did. Boy did he want to reach out and devour the crackers, his physical body screaming at him to do so, but his conscious mind was screaming even louder not to.
Frowning, the Undertaker sat down the plate of crackers, quickly noticing the look of despair that had come over Grell's face. "Shh… just calm down... take it slowly. I know it is hard, but your body wants food… you should listen to it.
Pulling the blanket tighter around himself, Grell eyed the crackers that sat near him, his sharp, shark like teeth slightly chewing on his bottom lip. After a moment, his slender, shaking hand reached out, and grabbed one of the crackers. Slowly, he brought it to his lips, and took a small bite from it. Chewing the small bite slowly, he soon swallowed, causing the Undertaker to almost leap for joy.
Taking another small bite, Grell did the same thing as he had the last time, until finally the cracker had disappeared.
Grinning, the Undertaker knelt down, and wrapped his arms around Grell, a bit unnerved at how small Grell had gotten. Letting his smile change into a soft smile, the funeral director closed his eyes. "I have never been more proud of anything in my existence." Breathing in, he kept his eyes shut. "I just wish to see you smile again. Oh how I miss it so. I thought working with the dead was the thing that I loved the most, but now I know that you, you and your beautiful smile, and flowing red hair… all your little quirks, those are the things I love the most.
Leaning against the Undertaker, Grell closed his eyes as well, his heart rate speeding a bit at the confession the Undertaker had made. Opening his mouth, he took in a deep breath. "You are… the reason I still live. I… I love you."
Opening his eyes that his hair kept hidden, the funeral director looked down at Grell, a slightly shocked, but pleased look on his face. Staring in awe, he watched as the red head slowly formed a smile, one he could call the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.