Chapter 4 Half of Reality
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Grell turned his head towards Undertaker, the glassy eyes shining in the weak candle light. He tilted his head and giggled before collapsing back on the bed, tossing his head from side to side, giggling like a lunatic. He suddenly arched his back and let out a screaming laugh, like someone was tickling him.
Undertaker dashed to the red head's side, who had tears running down his face from laughing so hard. He giggled, looking up at Undertaker with a wide smile on his face, pointy teeth gleaming. He stretched his arms up, seeming to ask to be held like a baby would. "Come here, Under darling~!"
Undertaker blushed slightly and touched Grell's forehead, jerking back in surprise as he found that Grell's fever was sky high. Grell giggled and grabbed Undertaker's hand, playing with his fingers. He gasped in surprise as he felt the long black nails. "Oh, William~! I didn't know that you had long nails!"
Undertaker's hidden eyes widen slightly. 'William…? His fever must be so high that he's hallucinating…' Grell's eyes darted up to Undertaker's face and he grinned mischievously. He quickly reached up and pulled the silver bangs back, staring into Undertaker's now visible eyes.
Undertaker gasped and felt the urge to pull away, never before having had someone move his bangs away from his face. Grell giggled and stared into the green-gold orbs, getting lost in their unique beauty. "You have such pretty eyes, my dear Undertaker!" He squealed.
Undertaker smiled slightly but pulled away, earning a disappointed sigh from Grell. The red head's eyes trailed away from the silver haired man's face, moving to the area beside Undertaker's right shoulder. Grell's face lit up and he squealed again. "WILLIAM~!"
Undertaker jerked in surprise and glanced to his right, almost expecting to see the raven haired Reaper. He was instead met with the right side of the room, particularly the wall where a mirror hung on the wall. He fixated his attention back on Grell as he searched for the rag he had placed on Grell's forehead earlier.
He found it underneath the covers of the bed, no longer wet and serving its purpose of cooling Grell down. He gasped as he felt arms wrap around him, trying weakly to get away as he was pulled onto the bed. He felt Grell's fingers trail through his long silver hair rhythmically and he relaxed.
Grell smiled and pulled Undertaker head back, smiling as his glassy eyes glimmered mischievously. "Kiss me, Undertaker dear~!" He squealed, leaning down and about to press his lips to Undertaker's.
Undertaker immediately gasped and pulled away from the red head's touch, barely avoiding a kiss. Grell growled and pouted as Undertaker fled from the room, taking the rag he had been searching for with him.
Undertaker sighed and picked the chipped, cream colored bowl up, his heart still racing from Grell's unexpected kiss attempt. He filled the bowl up with cool water and leaned his elbows on the table, his mind racing. 'I… I have to save him… But… But what if I don't? I'll be worse than I was before.'
Undertaker groaned in frustration and picked the bowl and rag up, walking back into the backroom. Grell's eyes were closed once more, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. The silver haired Reaper smiled slightly. 'If he's sleeping his fever must have gone down some…'
He kneeled beside the bed and felt of Grell's forehead, glad to find that the fever had gone down slightly. He smiled as he heard Grell murmur his name while he slept. He quickly wiped at Grell's forehead and left the rag on, cooling him off once more.
He stood back to his full height and scanned Grell's body, smiling slightly. He frowned though as he saw the sickly pale skin and lack luster red hair. His fingers twitched slightly as guilt flooded his body, bad memories coming with them.
He growled and turned away, his hands clenched as he stared at a door in the backroom that led to the basement. Glaring hatefully at it he threw it open, knowing that the creatures were behind it. He walked in and carefully closed it behind him.
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