Chapter 6 The Reasons Why

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Undertaker emerged into the backroom and he raced through the doorway into the front room. Grell was walking slowly towards the door that lead back out onto the streets. Undertaker darted forwards and grabbed the red head's wrist, earning himself a growl combined with a whimper. He turned all the way around and began to fight back, trying to break the silver haired Reaper's grip but to no avail.

"Let me go!" He cried out, tears starting to fall as he fought against the man he once trusted. Undertaker shook his head and pulled Grell closer to him. "Please, Grell, listen. You don't know everything, please, you don't understand."

Grell growled and tried to pull away. "No! I do know everything! You're just a monster! A rogue Reaper!" Undertaker growled and shook his head, tears falling from his visible eyes, his bangs having been slicked back by blood. "You don't know why I'm doing this! I'm doing this because… because…" He grabbed both of Grell's hands and jerked him so close that their faces almost touched. "I'm doing this because I have lost everything! I have nothing left! I have nothing but my hatred left!"

Tears began to spill down Undertaker's cheeks and Grell froze. He took in the sight in front of him, examining Undertaker's blood soaked clothes and hair and the tears spilling down his cheeks, the heartbroken expression on his face.

Grell relaxed slightly and reached up, hesitantly wiping Undertaker's tears away. "Undertaker… please, tell me… I want to understand… I want to know…" Undertaker sighed and drew away; closing his eyes and sitting on a nearby coffin. "You wouldn't understand… You have never loved a human…"

Grell stiffened and his face hardens, feeling unwanted pain and regret flood his body. He sat down on a coffin that was across from Undertaker's. "That's where you're wrong, Undertaker darling. I have loved a human."

Undertaker looked up, fiddling with the cloth from the basement in his hands. "And, let me guess, you lost that human?" Grell smiled sadly and lowered his head, gazing at his feet. "You knew that human, darling… It was Madame Red… otherwise known as Angelina Durless…."

Undertaker tilted his head quizzically. "And yet… you were the one to kill her… Why? Why did you fall for her and why did you kill her?"

Grell sighed and got up, moving to sit beside Undertaker. "I fell for her because she was like no other woman. Human woman at that. She could kill mercilessly. She was gorgeous in the color red and the blood of her victims matched the colors she wore. As for killing her… that is between me and her." Grell trailed off, a sad expression on his face as he began to remember saddening things.

Undertaker watched Grell's mood darken, a look of concern on his face. "Grell…?" The red head frowned and allowed a few tears to spill out. "I… I promised her so many things… I promised her revenge… She-She wanted a child… I promised to give her a family even though she couldn't bear a child…" Grell took a deep shuddering breath and lowered his head.

Undertaker hesitantly reached out but Grell shook his head. He looked up and grabbed Undertaker's hands, taking the cloth and beginning to clean away the caked blood from the silver haired man's nails. "Undertaker, tell me your story now…"

The elder Reaper sighed and lowered his head, his heart aching. "I was a Reaper when I fell for a human woman. I was still active as a Reaper and I wasn't a mortician then, so I had to visit her when time allowed. I eventually found the time to take her as my wife…" He looked at Grell only to find the red head crying slightly as he listened, already knowing how the story would end.

Undertaker sighed. "My job as a Reaper kept me busy but I always made time to see my wife and we moved into this shop… We eventually had a child together and I was happy… but, time passed and sadness began to fill me for I realized that I couldn't grow old with her and that I would out live her… Our child grew up and she began to age… she became an old woman and eventually peacefully passed away with me by her side, the Reaper that was forced to reap his beloved's soul." Undertaker felt tears spill down his cheeks.

"I was forced to watch my child pass too. I was graced with grandchildren though and I was forced to watch them leave the earth too. I forced to watch my beloved kin fade from existence until there was none of the family line left…. Until I was the last one left… I became a mortician but I grew bitter as I watched the humans die with the ones they loved… If only… If only a Reaper's heart was as grim as their title… If only my heart was buried with my-my beloved and my child…" His tears fell faster, the salty drops leaving trails in the blood on his face.

Grell frowned and he scooted closer. He tilted Undertaker's head up and he lifted the cloth and cleaned away both the blood and the tears. "The color red doesn't suit you…" He murmured, cleaning Undertaker up gently. Undertaker laughed bitterly, taking the comment as an insult. "And, you love the color red… I guess you must hate me then." Grell shook his head and gently began to clean Undertaker's bangs, looking into the silver haired Reaper's heartbroken eyes.

"The colors of silver and black suit you, the colors of elegance and wisdom that grace this world, the color of beauty, of sweet and cold beauty." Grell finished cleaning the blood from Undertaker's bangs and allowed the silver strands to cover his eyes once more. Undertaker slowly lifted his head, taking Grell's hands and giving them a gentle squeeze. Grell smiled slightly, receiving Undertaker's silent message. "Undertaker… I will never leave you, I will never die. I'm immortal and I'll always be here. You've lost human friends and family, but you won't lose me."

Undertaker smiled slightly and embraced Grell. "Thank you, thank you, my love." Grell smiled and rubbed Undertaker's back gently. "You're welcome…" Undertaker smiled and stood.

He looked to Grell and smiled. "How about I fix some tea for us?" Grell smiled and twirled a strand of his red hair around his finger. "That would be great, thank you."

Well, I hope you guys liked this chapter… I don't really like it… too much dialogue. Anyways, drop a review if you have time!

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