Chapter 12 The Past

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Guest: What were they talking about, you ask? :3 That is a secret… Undertaker made tears in his clothing to make it seem like he had been attacked and the 'not there before' thing will be discussed in this chapter. XD I love his clothes too. XD No, I'm not going to a make a side pairing. XD I don't really support Ron x Will all that much. XD I might mention that Ron has a date with a woman every once in a while, but that is about it. XD

Alright, here's the next chapter, I hope you guys like it! P.S. These '[]' are line breaks, meaning that the scene changes. Alright, on to the story! XD

William sighed as he trailed off. He sat down in a chair behind his desk, his eyes scanning Undertaker, a hint of worry in their green gold depths. "The demon attacks are becoming a major problem, their numbers and the level of cruelty used increasing at an alarming rate." He sighed and adjusted his glasses as he waited for Undertaker's reaction.

Undertaker's eyes widen in surprise slightly, even though the action couldn't be seen, Will knew that he was surprised. The silver haired man frowned. "And what are you doing about this? If they are causing trouble, you should confront their leader."

The raven haired man sitting across from him sighed and adjusted his glasses once more. "Don't you think I've tried that? That woman just won't listen, she doesn't care how many Reapers that she must murder-" Undertaker interrupted, his tone laced with poison. "I won't let that happen. I will die before she can take the library as her own."

William sighed and lowered his gaze, allowing a hint of sadness to seep into his voice. "I know, Undertaker…. I know…." He turned his attention to his desk, scanning the papers on his desk, searching for one in particular. As he searched for that one paper something occurred to him

He glanced up quickly, taking in Undertaker's appearance. His eyes trailed to the silver haired man's chest, eyeing the tears in the clothing. He frowned and looked back to his papers. 'Those tears weren't there before…'

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Alan walked quietly down the hall towards the infirmary, Eric having left to do the work that he needed to complete out in the field. Alan couldn't return to field work just yet, since he was still recovering from his last attack from the Thorns of Death.

The brunette was also quite curious as how to Grell was doing. After all, Alan had been to the infirmary so much that he was basically a part of the Medical Team. He was so very familiar with medicine, having tried several times to find a cure for his disease, nearly killing himself in some attempts.

He halted as he arrived in the lobby of the infirmary. He turned his head as he heard hushed, panicky murmuring coming from one of the rooms. He turning his body, he quickly entered the room, finding several members of the staff reading a book listing poisons and their effects as they tried to calm an unconscious Grell down who was moaning in pain and sweating like crazy.

Alan stepped in all the way and his eyes widen in horror slightly as he realized that the idiots weren't working fast enough (or didn't know what to do all together). He calmly walked forwards and pushed a black haired woman out of the way, reading over the page that they were on. He sighed and glanced up. "List his symptoms, please."

Alan cleaned his glasses on his shirt as the woman frantically listed Grell's symptoms. Alan sighed as the woman finished up, not evening having to look at that book. "I know what poison is affecting him…"

Grell moaned in pain, his fevered dreams seemingly trying to tear his heart to shreds.

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*In Grell's Fevered Dreams*

Grell lifted his head, finding that no one could see him. He sighed angrily and was about to kick a rock at somebody's head when a familiar voice reached his ears. The red head turned his head only to see Undertaker standing next to a woman. Grell felt jealous for a few seconds until he realized it was just a dream.

The woman had curly blonde hair, which was about shoulder length. She had bright blue eyes and was wearing a gray dress. Grell rolled his eyes, finding her dress utterly plain but her smile seemed to make up for the lack of cheer in her dress.

Undertaker sat with her on a bench and that's when Grell realized that he was wearing a trench coat instead of robes. The red head stared in complete amazement for a few seconds, knowing that the Undertaker he saw now was before he had retired from active service.

Grell's amazement only rose to new heights as Undertaker got on one knee and proposed to the woman.

Everything slowed down and came to a halt. The red head looked around; a confused and frustrated look on his face. "What the-?"

Scene Change

Grell was now standing in Undertaker's shop, which was surprisingly clean and wasn't cluttered with coffins. Free of cobwebs it looked more like a home suited for a small family. The red head heard giggling and he turned his head, looking towards the fireplace.

There was fire roaring in the hearth, the normal black chair situated next to it. The piece of furniture was currently occupied by the woman that Undertaker had proposed to. She was now wearing a light blue dress and was clearly pregnant. Grell assumed that she was at least seven or eight months pregnant.

Undertaker was kneeling in front of her, his chin resting on her knees as he gazed up at her lovingly. His hand gently rested on her swollen stomach, rubbing his thumb gently. "Lilia, do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?"

Lilia giggled and gazed down at him. "I don't know, but I'll love the little one either way." Undertaker smiled and kissed the bulge of her stomach. "I will too."

Grell felt himself smile at the sight, already forgetting how this love story was supposed to end. Everything slowed down and came to a halt once more.

Scene Change

Grell was standing just outside the shop, watching as Undertaker and Lilia encouraged their baby boy to walk to them. The little boy slowly toddled his way to his parents, reaching up for Undertaker. The silver haired man smiled and happily obliged, lifting his small son up and hugging him gently to his chest. Undertaker was now wearing robes, but his silver bangs weren't grown out yet.

Grell sighed and watched as the happy family displayed obvious affection for one another. The scene slowed down and froze, startling Grell who had thought that is would have lasted longer.

The scene continued to change over and over, and Grell was forced to watch as the happiness seemed to slowly be replaced with sadness. Lilia grew old and her beautiful blonde locks became gray, not silver like Undertaker's hair.

Their son grew up, but as all of this happens Undertaker's appearance never changed. He looked as youthful as ever and the silver haired man was forced to watch as his family slowly slipped away. Grell felt tears prick in his eyes as Undertaker reaped Lilia's soul and prepared her for her funeral.

Grell sank to his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks as the scenes changed so quickly, revealing the pain that Undertaker felt as his family members passed. Undertaker grew his bangs out, hiding the eyes that Lilia had thought were so beautiful. He hid everything, hating the existence of the humans.

Grell tossed his head back, unleashing a pained scream as he felt Undertaker's grief attack him. He began to scream out Undertaker's name in pure grief. "Undertaker! Undertaker! UNDERTAKER!"

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William looked up with a sigh, giving up on finding the paper he had been looking for. He examined the silver haired man in front of him once more, that frown returning to his lips as his gaze landed on the tears in Undertaker's clothes.

"Those tears weren't there before."

"How do you know for sure? Never can be too sure, I'm wearing black, you might've not noticed them before."

William sighed as Undertaker countered him, realizing that it was futile to argue with the legendary Reaper. He stood up and walked to the door, opening it and gesturing for Undertaker to walk out first. The silver haired man bowed in thanks and walked out, William following behind.

The raven haired Reaper looked to the silver haired one, noting that that the elder appeared to be both exhausted and famished. William smirked. "You should return to your shop and rest up."

Undertaker turned his attention to Will, opening his mouth to counter him once more but Will interjected. "Grell most likely won't wake up until a couple days from now. I shall visit you and notify you if anything changes."

Undertaker sighed as he realized that arguing with William was useless. "Fine, but you better let me know if anything changes…"

Undertaker and William separated paths as they reached the bottom of the stairs, Undertaker going to retrieve his Scythe and William going to check on Grell's condition.

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