A/N: Sorry for the delay but it's here! It's a short meaningless chapter but I wanted to let you guys know that I didn't abandon this story! I'm also not planning to! I'll never just leave a story without telling anyone!

Indeed, it did take some time for Undertaker to finally awaken. When he finally opened his eyes it was already well past midnight. He was laying on something soft, a bed. He looked around the dimly lit room finding himself in a hospital room. He tried to move a finger, but something was holding it down. It didn't feel like the previous heavy sensation but more of something warm pressing lightly at his hand. Luckily it was a feeling he knew well resulting in him not wanting to move. He looked and finally heard the soft snores of his lover laying half upon the bed while the rest of his body was still sitting in a chair. Undertaker tried to grin but he was too tired.
Just to be sure they'd decided to leave the oxygen mask on for the night and if nothing happened he would be rid of it the next morning, but he didn't know that. Not feeling the need for extra oxygen, he pulled it off with his free hand, happy to find it responding to his commands. Undertaker lightly nudged Grell to wake him up. He didn't like waking up his red rose, but the younger reaper was going to have a crick in the neck in the morning if he didn't. Grell inhaled deeply, waking up at Undertaker's silent attempts to rouse him. With a small groan of protest he opened his Shinigami eyes to meet the exact same pair of reaper eyes. Even though the eyes he met were hinting more towards a silver hue instead of the usual gold, they were the eyes of the one he loved the most. With an excited gasp, Grell sat up almost instantly.

"Undie!" He said coming closer to his lover for a hug. He embraced the elder tightly, afraid to let go. "Can…can you say something?" Grell asked uncertain. The silver reaper smiled again at his rose. He felt like he had been gone for days, it was as if he saw Grell for the first time since long.

"I love you." Undertaker said. His voice was hoarse and raspy. He tried to clear it, but he ended up coughing instead.

"Oh dear, I'll bring you some water." Grell said. The oxygen mask must have made Undertaker's mouth dry. Now he thought of it, he should be wearing it so his ancient mate wouldn't risk dying all of a sudden. Frightened at the thought of losing him again, Grell looked at the water tab and back at the mask. "Would you please…" Grell began pointing towards the plastic mask hanging around Undertaker's neck. "I don't want to lose you." Grell said, tears were forming in his eyes. He tried to blink them away but the action only made it worse. They were now rolling freely down his cheeks.

"I'm getting enough air, my darling red rose. I'm sorry for frightening you like I did." Undertaker said. He looked with sincere regret towards the red Shinigami and he felt a pang of quilt tugging at his heart. His crimson rose had suffered a lot before they were lovers and now it seemed he had frightened his light, his heart and soul to the point of tears. He swallowed trying to get at least something down his throat before he would end up coughing again.

"Yes, but for a healing reaper, air is important." Grell held on. He wiped at his eyes. His silver lover was looking at him with hurt eyes. The once lively sparkle was lost in an ocean of quilt. Yes, Grell had been scared for Undertaker's life but it didn't mean he should burden the other with it. He'd just woken up!

"Alright, I'll put it back on for you." Undertaker said lifting the mask to cover his nose and mouth once more. He'd do everything for his rose. Grell had brought him a light in the darkness. He saved him just in time before he lost sanity once and for all. In turn Undertaker had listened to the younger reaper's story, he'd held him as he cried. Sympathy filled his heart when he heard how other reapers mistreated the gender confused Shinigami. An energetic reaper could reap more and longer than the stiff reapers. True William T. Spears was a good reaper as well but that didn't mean freezing one's face in an uncaring expression was a good thing. Undertaker looked on as Grell smiled satisfied. He shook his head with a grin and stifled a yawn. Grell turned away and took a glass from the cabinet, he filled it with cool water and brought it to the mortician.

"Now drink up, than get some rest." Grell said handing over the cooled glass of water. Undertaker carefully lifted the mask again and looked at Grell for some kind of approval. When he only got a giggle as answer he smiled before bringing the glass to his lips. He drank thirstily until he had every drop inside of him. The clear liquid cooling him down. Undertaker finished his drink and just as the elder wanted to give the glass back to Grell everything around him changed. The white hospital walls turned grey and Grell, his lover, vanished right before his eyes. Undertaker heard the vague sound of glass shattering but that was it. The glass in his hand was gone and he found himself standing in a room. He looked around and frowned confused at the coffins around him. He seemed to be in his own mortuary. How did he get here? Questions were starting to form in his head as he heard the door open.

"Good morning." A male voice greeted. The voice sounded familiar, but who was it? It certainly wasn't the young earl, nor was it his butler.

"Hello." Undertaker greeted back in his mortician voice. He didn't feel like laughing or anything else, but he had to keep in character. Just like all those other rainy days. "Do you want to be…" Undertaker was cut off short as he felt a sudden pain in his skull. He saw two different colored eyes looking down at him. One eye was a golden tawny color while the other was a more reddish brown hue.

"Sorry reaper, you did something I simply cannot forgive." The same voice from before said. Undertaker's already blurry vision darkened as he lost the fight to stay conscious.

What happened? The main question that remained unanswered. Who was the two colored man? Another question that now plagued Undertaker's thoughts. Was it a dream or a memory?

"Is everything alright in here?" A nurse asked entering the room after hearing a glass shattering. Grell was about to panic until he heard the nurse. At the moment the red reaper was panting and at the beginning of freaking out. He tried to explain that Undertaker had just blacked out, but all he managed to say came out as a broken sentence. "Take a moment to breathe, mister Sutcliff." The nurse said shaking her head. In what she gathered she went to see what it was that had frightened the feminine man. The nurse stepped over the glass pieces and checked the undertaker's vitals. They seemed alright, his blood pressure was a little on the low side, but nothing to really worry over. She sighed and looked back at Grell who was tearing up. "It's nothing." She began as she placed the oxygen mask back over the silver haired Shinigami's face. "So he woke up and passed out again?" The nurse said making it sound as if it was a stupid thing to panic over. If only the woman had seen the scary black look Undertaker gave before passing out.

"He…he just looked…" Grell didn't even know how to describe it. He knew the nurse wouldn't understand his concern. "Just, would you inform his doctor and William that he woke up?" Grell asked in a low sad tone. He sighed as he looked at the tiny pieces spread over the floor. Just a little more of this and his heart would look like that. Shattered and broken. To be never repaired again.

TO BE CONTINUED

A/N: Once again, this story Will be continued! How slow it may be before a next chapter will be posted, this won't be forgotten ;D