Chapter 9 Into the Reaper Realm
Disclaimer: I don't own Kuroshitsuji (Black Butler).
Ifbatmanwereajedi: Thank you SOOO much! I'm SOOO sorry for not answering your review last time but you reviewed as soon as I updated! XD I need to stop updating every day! XD
Mad-Hatter-ison: I've been trying to get into different anime for a while now. XD You're such an awesome writer! I'm totally going to check that crossover out!
Zana Zira: 0.0 You read all those chapters in one sitting? Wow, thank you so much! Don't worry about not reviewing. XD I understand completely! We all love that spazzy redhead. XD
Shurimy: XD Hey, it's cool! XD I have got to stop updating almost every single day. XD Wow, you really like this story that much?
ShitanePaiko: XD I'm glad you like that! XD I really need to slow down on my updates though. XD I'm normally like the authors that update every couple of months. XD (Or years. XD) I'm glad it just keeps getting better! :D
Artemis Phantomhive: XD I know, it's the tea's fault! I like messing around, trying to see how Undertaker would react in certain situations. XD Aw, you're welcome!
Thank you guys for the wonderful support! The Kuroshitsuji fandom is simply perfect! Hope you like this chapter!
Undertaker took a deep shuddering breath and looked down to Grell. The red head's cheeks were red and he was beginning to sweat bullets. The elder Reaper grabbed the moist cloth from the bedside table and laid it on Grell's forehead and he carefully began to pry Grell's fingers from his robes.
Grell eventually relaxed his hand and let go after Undertaker had struggled for several minutes to get him to let go. The elder Reaper gently slid away and out of the bed, getting to his feet and straitening his robes. He quickly turned around and made Grell comfortable.
He stood to his full height, a look of sadness on his face as he listened to Grell whine and moan in pain. He slowly turned his attention to the mirror and sighed. 'I have to get him to the Reaper Realm and quickly at that.'
He set the book of poisons down on the bedside table and he rushed down to the basement, leaving the door open in order to listen for Grell.
The entire room was a mess, blood splattered on the floor and the table. The body was still strapped down to the table, the Cinematic Record having retreated back into the large chest wound. Tools were scattered across the floor and his black ribbon was crusted with blood. His Scythe lay on the floor, the blood on the weapon's metal still somewhat fresh.
Undertaker walked over and picked the Scythe up, sighing as he realized that it needed to be cleaned. He frowned as he realized that he himself was not looking good either. His robes soaked with blood and the lighter shades of his outfit stained red, his hair was caked with the substance.
Frustration filled his limbs and he realized that he didn't have time to take a bath and find something else to wear. Meaning that he'd have to come up with a lie about why he looked this way. He thought for a few seconds and realized that the only lie that made sense was that he and Grell were attacked. He could also leave his Scythe covered in blood to make it seem even more believable.
He slowly walked up the stairs, still in thought. He knew that William would want to know where the attack took place. Demons were the only thing that would dare attack a Reaper and it wasn't odd for a Reaper to be seriously injured during the fight. But almost always a demon attack would be reported and it would be odd if this one time there wasn't a report, meaning that if William was nosy enough, he could easily see through the lie…
Undertaker sighed as he emerged into the backroom once more, deciding that the lie, even if it was weak, was his only choice and hope for that matter. He walked back to Grell's side, relaxing as he watched the red head breathe slowly. He felt of Grell's forehead, finding to his displeasure that the fever was still too high.
Undertaker sighed and faced the wall, raising his Scythe up above his head. He slashed it through the air and watched as a portal formed before his eyes. Keeping his Scythe in one hand he picked Grell up with one arm. He leaned his Scythe against the wall for a second and retrieved the red head's glasses from the bedside table and slipped them into the pocket of his robes.
Grabbing his Scythe up once more he quickly entered the portal, Grell moaning in pain as he was jostled a bit too much.
They appeared on the bridge in the Reaper Realm, the sun setting over the water below it, creating a beautiful red hue, the same color of Grell's hair.
I hope you guys liked it and please review!
-zgirl16