Chapter 10 William T. Spears

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Mad-Hatter-ison: I checked out both Undertaker's Story of the Deadly Sins and Human and the Reaper! :D They are simply delightful! You have the most original story ideas and they are simply perfect, especially the Beauty and the Beast like idea! :D I'm not all that original (or creative for that matter). The most original idea I've ever had was a story about the Reapers getting shipwrecked on an uncharted island in the 21st century. XD (Never finished or posted it. XD) Anyways, great job!

lovekyman: :D Aw, thank you! I love devoted fans like you! So, is Undertaker x Grell your favorite pairing? XD

Artemis Phantomhive: XD William gets on my nerves occasionally and I think that shows through in my writing every once in a while. XD I know! XD I just keep updating EVERY SINGLE DAY! XD Although, I might not be able to do so tomorrow… XD Me updating like this isn't annoying, is it?

ShitanePaiko: XD I update soooo quickly these days that it actually startles me. XD I might not be able to update tomorrow though, since I do get busy every once in a while. XD

Guest: XD Oh jeez, I never even noticed that. XD He does kind of give that impression of a vampire, doesn't he? XD Anyways, I think they'll be merciful on Undertaker. XD As for the tea… XD I have an idea about that, but that'll be a surprise! :D Oh jeez… 0.0 I completely forgot about those biscuits! XD I'll have to involve them later! XD

Zana Zira: XD Indeed, Undertaker needs to be very careful about what he does here. Poor Bassy may be in for a rough ride ahead. XD I'm glad you like it so much!

Phew! Answering those reviews took a while! XD But I'll do anything for my fans! Thank you guys soooo much and I simply love it when people recommend a good story! Hope you guys like this (long) chapter! Drop a review if you have the time!

Undertaker ignored the normally breathtaking sight of the setting sun and quickly started towards dispatch, Grell's body radiating heat from the fever being the only thing he could feel. His mind was clouded, the only thing he could think of being getting help as he felt Grell twitch in pain in his arms. The red headed Reaper convulsed rather violently suddenly, a groan of pain escaping him.

The elder Reaper slowed his gait slightly, humming to Grell, hoping that the red head would relax. The actions succeeded in helping Grell relax back into his senior's arms but had not helped with the nausea that Grell had been experiencing. The red head began to heave and Undertaker immediately reacted by darting to the side of the bridge, dropping his Scythe to the ground and supporting Grell by leaning him over the edge slightly.

He tried to shut off his sense of hearing as Grell emptied the contents of his stomach, holding the red head's flaming red hair away from his face. Undertaker began to relax as Grell took a deep shuddering breath and relaxed back against him, his eyes cracked open slightly, looking up at Undertaker. "Undertaker…?" He questioned his voice hoarse. "Undertaker, everything's blurry… is that you, Undertaker?" Grell squinted slightly, and reached up, gently touching Undertaker's cheek and trailing his fingers down until their tips touched the scar that began on Undertaker's right cheek. He traced the scar that stretched across the silver haired man's face and relaxed, he didn't stop until he felt the gentle brush of Undertaker's silver eyelashes against his pointer finger.

Undertaker couldn't help but smile. "I know everything's blurry, dear. Everything will be alright soon and I'll give you your glasses then, okay?" His answer was a groan of pain and Grell closed his eyes again, clenching his hands in Undertaker's robes and the silver haired man used the sleeve of his black robe to gently clean Grell's face. He frowned as he wiped away what appeared to be foam and his worry set in once more, fear clenching his heart.

He pulled Grell close and he broke into a quick walk, leaving his Scythe behind on the bridge, his heart set on finding help, and finding it quick. He groaned in frustration as he neared the door that led in, currently holding Grell with two arms, meaning that he couldn't open it with his hands. With a growl he raised his foot, the black leather of his boot shining in the light of the setting sun. He kicked the doors open forcefully, the wooden doors striking the white tile of floor with a resounding bang as it was knocked from its hinges.

Several Reapers that were standing in the lobby gasped and stared at where the doors once were. Their eyes continued to widen as they saw that Undertaker, the legend himself, was the one that had knocked the doors from their hinges so violently. Even more gasps sounded out as they realized that the silver haired legend was carrying their normally every day nuisance, Grell Sutcliff.

Murmuring broke out amongst the crowd as Undertaker walked in, stepping on and across the doors that now laid on the ground as if nothing had happened. The crowd scanned over the two's appearances, gasps of concern and fear escaping someone every once in a while as they took in Undertaker's bloodstained appearance and Grell's sickly and fragile appearance.

One voice rose over the other's, belonging to a certain bicolor haired Reaper. "Oy, what's goin on down here?" Ronald Knox pushed himself through the crowd, arriving to the front in a matter of seconds. He wore his normal formal attire, consisting of his black suit (its front open), tie, gloves and his ever present white dress shoes.

His green gold eyes widen in horror as he saw that Undertaker was holding what appeared to be his near death senior. Ron stepped forwards and adjusted his thick framed glasses, blinking slightly as he took Grell's and Undertaker's appearances. "What happened to you two!?" He asked raising his voice as worry and horror began to seep in.

Undertaker ignored the younger Shinigami and walked past, his face emotionless as he held Grell protectively. Ron grabbed Undertaker's shoulder but immediately drew his hand away as he heard a threatening growl rise in Undertaker's throat. Several Reapers in the crowd gasped at Undertaker's aggressive behavior, not expecting the normally cheery and friendly Shinigami to react so violently to Ron's action.

Ronald backed away slightly as Undertaker continued to walk inside, moving quickly through the halls, knowing the area like the back of his hand even though it had be years sense he had worked in this place. Ronald followed the legend slowly, not wanting to provoke another nasty reaction from the clearly agitated elder Reaper. More and more Reapers became aware of Undertaker and Grell's presence and murmuring could be heard throughout the building as word spread.

Undertaker, although focused on getting Grell to the infirmary, listened to the murmurings as he went, finding that perhaps his lie wouldn't be as weak as he thought. He found once group's conversation to be truly entertaining as he walked past.

"Is that the legend Undertaker carrying Mr. Sutcliff?"

"He's covered in blood!"

"Were they attacked?"

"Those blasted demons have been nothing but trouble as of late!"

He frowned as he heard about the fact about the demons and he couldn't help but shudder as he thought of the demons giving the Shinigami trouble, knowing good and well from his past what a demon could do to a Reaper. The two races hatred for each other ran deep and he knew that fighting with each other could have serious implications and loss.

Ronald heard the conversation for himself as he passed the group and he couldn't help but wonder if that was the case. He looked to Undertaker and took in his blood caked silver hair and stained robes but frowned as he remembered how Grell looked.

'But Senpai didn't have a single mark on him…'

The bicolored male was jerked from his thoughts as he heard a voice call his name and he turned his head, slowing his pace but cringed as he realized that Undertaker was quickly leaving him behind. The owner of the voice was none other than Alan Humphries, his 'friend' (more like lover), Eric Slingby beside him.

Alan tilted his head curiously and his gaze was full of worry, having seen Grell's condition and Undertaker's blood covered appearance. Eric wrapped an arm around the weaker Shinigami comfortingly and looked to Ron. "Is everything alright, Ron? Do you know what's happened?"

Ron shook his head and waved to the two, watching as Undertaker was about to turn a corner further down the hall. His heart clenched in frustration and he shook his head in answer to the two Shinigami. "No, I don't know yet. I'll talk to you two soon, kay?" Not waiting for an answer he took off at a run down the hall, leaving the two to watch worriedly.

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While Ron fought to catch up to the two, Undertaker was humming to Grell soothingly as they neared the infirmary. The red head had begun to convulse violently and Undertaker's worry was increasing by the second and he was sure that stress was going to kill him as he listened to Grell whine and moan in pain.

The crowds had thinned out and it was beginning to get quiet, which made sense since noise normally wasn't normally welcomed around the infirmary, which normally asked for perfect peace and quiet. The sun had long since set and cold moonlight streamed in through the windows and caused Undertaker's silver hair to shine and glimmer in the radiance.

He turned another corner and began to relax as he knew that he only had one more corner to pass before he was at the infirmary and would be able to give Grell the help he so desperately needed. The last few Shinigami disappeared and he was relieved to find himself traveling the halls alone, no longer having to listen to reports of demon attacks as he had already heard his fill of the depressing news.

He began to wonder if it was smart to lie and say that he and Grell had been attacked by a demon, especially sense it seemed that the Shinigami appeared to be having a problem with the pests. It would only set all the Reapers on high alert and create more tension between the races. Although the lie was better than Undertaker's other alternative, which was to tell them the real reason as to why he was covered in blood. But he could sense that either way things would not end well, but it was better in his opinion for an innocent demon get its tail kicked rather than he himself to be killed, leaving Grell alone and heartbroken.

He growled slightly in annoyance as he heard footsteps behind him, running footsteps at that. He was prepared to give anyone that dared interrupt him a painful lesson but he relaxed as the footfalls slowed and the other Reaper walked a distance behind him, following him without having to get too close as to set him off once more.

Undertaker relaxed even more as a familiar scent reached him, revealing that the Reaper that was following him was Ronald Knox. Sighing slightly, he stroked Grell's soft red hair as he allowed Ron to follow him.

He smiled slightly as he neared the corner and he turned it only to be met with the sight of William T. Spears in the middle of his path.

See? Told you guys that is was long! XD I guess this makes up for the last one being so small. XD I hope you guys liked this chapter and please leave a review!

-zgirl16