A/N: This story was not abandoned. I know it has been a long time, but this will be completed!

Things were getting better and turning worse all at the same time. After Undertaker's hand started functioning normal again, he was released from the infirmary. Grell had refused to let the Undertaker go back to the mortal realm with as result, the mortician had to send someone to paste a note on his door saying,

"On vacation, not sure how long

-Undertaker"

The ancient reaper was grateful for Grell's concern but he missed his job and his lover had a job of his own as well. He was often alone. In a small apartment with surprisingly little red. Undertaker loved the color red. It was Grell's color. Red only existed for the carefree reaper and no one else.

"I'm going back to my shop tomorrow." Undertaker said one evening after being alone all day. With Grell working for dispatch he could be called for whatever reason on whatever hour. William wasn't all that fond of Grell's way of reaping but there was no denying that the red reaper was one of the best reapers from London dispatch. Excluding the retired Undertaker of course.
William often thought of his idol and his certainly not-idol lover. They'd be invincible as a team. Would Undertaker join again, the demons would never dare to even look at a reaper again. Undertaker was one of the higher ups after all. Not that anyone cared to admit but if he had never lost even a little sanity, he'd be controlling the whole Shinigami realm.
All babbling aside, Grell tried to look past the white bangs that had fallen before the ancient's eyes.

"You can't go back." The red reaper protested. He was scared of another attack. He may have sounded a little possessive but he wasn't planning on letting his lover get killed. Whomever attacked the older man knows how to surprise him. If it was an attack at all. Though Grell was fairly sure it wasn't just an accident.

"I have to, dear. I can't close up shop for too long." Undertaker said sadly. He looked at Grell and found his searching eyes. He grinned widely and laughed. "You shouldn't worry as much as you do." He said as he wrapped an arm around the younger man.

"Alright, but be careful." Grell said knowing better then to fight the elder. They both were stubborn and Grell knew from experience that the mortician knew how to win a discussion. Undertaker nodded with a smile.

"Don't worry, love." The silver reaper assured. "I'll be as careful as the wind." He said walking over to his lover to wrap him in his arms.

"But the wind can knock things over too." Grell complained with a frown but leaned into the Undertaker's embrace.

The rest of the evening went without incident and the two went to bed early. Without any nightly activity to Undertaker's regret. Grell was insistent that he was scared that if things got too hot and blood would rush to his lovers head that it would explode. Literally explode. This idea however came from a nightmare that had plagued the red reaper ever since the accident and the image of seeing his lover motionless yet still conscious had frightened him enormously.
Somewhere in the night Undertaker felt something wet on his shoulder which woke him up. He opened his eyes to the sight of Grell crying his eyes out on his shoulder. Which explained the wetness.

"Grell, love?" Undertaker asked softly. Upon closer inspection he saw that the crying reaper was still asleep and that it was yet another, or perhaps the same, nightmare that was playing inside his dreamscape. "Grell, wake up." Undertaker laid his hand on Grell's shoulder, lightly shaking it until he saw two tear filled green-yellow orbs open. "Hey, what's wrong?" He asked quietly.

"Oh, Undie! It was terrible!" Grell exclaimed once he recognized the man he was crying against. He closed his eyes tightly, letting even more tears fall.

"Shush, my dear. Everything is alright now." Undertaker reassured. He caressed him on the back silently easing his upset mind. "Do you want to talk about it?" Undertaker asked softly. He'd gone from caressing his companion's back to combing his hair with his fingers. Grell sighed deeply before opening his eyes to stare at Undertaker's torso.

"Y…you, you were like that again. Staring into my eyes, pleading with me, but you couldn't move." Grell said ending it with a sob. "I was panicking." He added sadly. Undertaker sighed forlornly and gripped Grell tight, letting him know he was still able to move and talk to the other.

"I'm sorry for scaring you the way I did. I just don't know what happened before you found me." Undertaker said truthfully. Grell pulled away from the embrace and stared into Undertaker's loving green eyes.

"Just, be careful, okay?" Undertaker smiled sadly and nodded before his gaze lightened up and he jumped out of bed. Grell followed him with his eyes, a little confused at the sudden departure of his mate.

"The sun is rising, look how pretty." Undertaker said almost childlike. Grell giggled and stood up to stand next to the elder.

"It's wonderful." The red reaper said wrapping an arm around the older reaper's waist. An arm wrapped itself around him as well as he snuggled into the warmth that was shared between the two Shinigami.
The clock just had to mess things up, didn't it? At that moment the alarm went off and in two synchronized groans Undertaker and Grell ran for the alarm to shut it off. Both men reached the alarm at equal speed and both men hit each other in their attempt to quieten the clock. In the end both reapers were rubbing their arm and the alarm was still ringing in obvious triumph. Eventually, Grell silenced the ringing before Undertaker got the idea of summoning his death scythe and cutting the thing clean in half.

"Why do these things even exist?" Undertaker asked breathing out in one deep breath.

"My silver darling, why does it matter? We were already up anyway." Grell said with a giggle. Undertaker stifled a giggle of his own behind his hand and shook his head with a smile. "Let's get ready." Grell said with a sad sigh. He took his clothes and went into the bathroom. Just when Undertaker was planning to go to the kitchen to start making breakfast for the both of them, he noticed how his feet weren't cooperating with him. He frowned down at his feet annoyed. They seemed to be rooted to the floor. Not wanting to panic Grell after his night terror, Undertaker sat himself down on the bed. Luckily he was standing beside it and able to bend his knees before they'd give out on their own. A sudden white flash blinded him as he saw the room being engulfed by whiteness and then everything blurred into his usual vision. Only now, he wasn't in Grell's apartment. He was back at his shop. Confused, Undertaker tried to look around but he couldn't. Just like the first time his eyes were moving but he rest of his body ignored him as he willed it to move. His attempts were halted when something entered his blurry vision. Feet? Undertaker tried to frown at the feet but even that didn't work. "What's happening?" He asked himself. The feet passed by him, he tried to follow them but in vain. Another object came into his field of vision, by its elegant downfall and slow descend, Undertaker thought it was light and some sort of fabric. It could have been of his own robes that had been shred or something the owner of the feet had dropped. As sudden as the light had swallowed him the first time, the second time was as uncomfortable as the first. He began hearing a faraway voice. It was calling for him. "Undertaker! Please snap out of it!" It was saying almost freaked out. Undertaker tried to look past the whiteness and to his surprise it worked! Slowly something red came into view.

"Grell?" Undertaker asked while he blinked as if just waking up from having slept too long. "I'm sorry, m'dear." Undertaker apologized shaking his head as if to clear it.

"You were just lost in thought, right?" Grell asked almost hopeful. He was on the verge of having another panic attack before he finally got his lovers attention. His eyes had been so distant, the vibrant colors were fading slowly too. Luckily Grell hadn't really noticed the changing colors, but now everything was back to normal. Or so they hoped.

"Yes, I was thinking of going back to my shop. It would be refreshing. Back to working on my clients." Undertaker lied. He knew that if what he saw was a memory and the fabric was still laying in his shop, it meant that the incident that had taken place days ago had been no accident. He knew Grell always wore red shoes and he had never seen William wear shoes higher than his heel. The shoes he had seen were too short to be called boots but too high for anything else.

"You miss it that much?" Grell asked sadly. Undertaker nodded. Now that wasn't a lie. "Do you mind me moving in with you then?" Grell asked almost nervously. Undertaker's usual Cheshire grin suddenly flared to life again.

"I'd be all too happy!" He said suddenly revived to his usual eccentric self. He stood up slowly, testing his feet. They were moving. Good. Grell watched him with caution and Undertaker knew that he'd be onto him with every move he'd make.

"Ack! The time! No time for breakfast for me it seems." Grell shouted all of a sudden. Undertaker looked at the clock he'd wanted to murder an hour ago and was gob smacked himself at the time. He'd been spacing out for that long? Or was it reliving a memory? "I'm sorry my silver beauty, I have to go now." Grell said giving Undertaker a quick smooch on the cheek. Undertaker giggled and quickly took Grell in his arms before the other could flee the room. With a surprised yelp Grell fell into laughter.

"That was hardly a goodbye kiss." Undertaker said planting a kiss on Grell's lips. Grell returned it eagerly.
Oh, and this was just the start of a beautiful day, a beautiful day that slowly turned against them. Reversing their luck into misfortune. Or the Undertaker's luck at least.

TO BE CONTINUED...

A/N: I won't drag the next chapter out like I did with this one. This one was even boring! I'll try to make it up in the next ;)