Chapter 14 More Important
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Undertaker broke out into a full-on sprint, hearing Grell's pain filled voice echo hauntingly in his head. His shoes clacked loudly and he burst into the lobby, causing groups of Reapers to gasp with surprise at the ferocity. The Silver haired man glanced around until his eyes landed on the right hallway and he broke into a sprint down it, yelling at the top of his lungs at the Reapers that got in his way to move out of the way.
Soon the glamour of surprised and worried voices faded away as he ran further down the hall, having to skid right and left as he made the turns the further he went. All he could hear was the panting of his breath, the clack of his heeled boots, and the heartbreaking sobs of Grell's misery. Two of the medical staff members tried to stop him but Undertaker angrily moved the point of his Death Scythe in front of him, threatening to impale him if they didn't move, with a soft scream they jumped out of the way, allowing Undertaker continue down the hall.
As Undertaker burst into the lobby of the infirmary section of the Reaper library, Grell's sobs ceased to be in his head, Undertaker could hear them coming from the room Grell was in. The elder Reaper quickly entered the room, not wasting any time. He was met with the sight of Grell moaning and tossing his head side to side, sobbing and muttering Undertaker's name breathily over and over again, a look of distress and agony on his face.
Will was still kneeling beside the bed Grell was in, and Alan was still holding tightly onto Grell's hand, which the red head was squeezing with a painfully tight grip. Will looked up as Undertaker entered an annoyed and slightly worried look in his normally emotionless eyes. Alan looked up as well, revealing that tears were in his eyes.
"Please, Undertaker sir. Do you know what is wrong with him?"
The elder Reaper stepped closer, his eyes that were hidden behind his bangs trained on Grell's face, a pang of familiarity stabbing his heart as he saw Grell's expression. He looked to Will, Alan and the remaining medical staff members, his lips in a straight and unrevealing line as he coolly spoke one simple command.
"Leave us."
Will's eyes narrowed at the elder Reaper but didn't argue, quickly getting to his feet and helping Alan up, knowing that Alan was starting to feel ill again. The medical staff members bowed respectfully to Undertaker before leaving, Will and Alan following behind them and they quietly shut the door behind them.
Undertaker watched them as they left, making sure that they had no means of listening to him and Grell. After he was sure of the fact that there would be no eavesdropping he walked over to Grell's bedside, carefully sitting down on the edge of the bed. Grell had calmed slightly as Undertaker had entered the room, feeling the elder Reaper's presence in his heart, but the red head was still crying in his sleep, a sad and agonized looked on his face.
Undertaker gently grabbed Grell's shoulders, shaking him gently, leaning down and whispering into Grell's ear softly. "Wake up. Please, wake up. It's me, Undertaker. Please, Grell, I'm here, it's alright…"
Grell's eyes snapped open and immediately darted to Undertaker's face. He instantly burst into tears, reaching up and shakily wrapping his arms around Undertaker's neck and burying his face into the silver haired Reaper's chest, sobbing heavily.
He was shaking with the spasms from his sobs, his strength fading quickly as he was still weak from the poison. Only one thing came from his mouth as he whispered brokenly to Undertaker.
"How can you continue to live after going through that?"
Undertaker sighed slightly, knowing what the red head was talking about and the elder Reaper gently wrapped an arm around Grell, rubbing the crying red head's back gently. He felt his own tears prick at his eyes and he looked down at Grell's soft red hair.
"In a way, I didn't live for so long…"
Grell sobbed harder, squeezing Undertaker weakly in his embrace. He shook his head weakly, his movements so feeble and he began to lean heavily against the older Reaper as he cried. "I-I thought losing Angelina was hard, b-but you lost everything. Y-Your pain, I-I f-felt it… Y-You were so a-alone… s-so lonely…"
Grell screamed softly as the feeling returned to him, having been able to feel Undertaker's pain in the dream and he clenched his hands weakly in Undertaker's robes. The silver haired Reaper's tears slowly trekked down his cheeks now, feeling the sadness come back to him, making his heart clench with the pain. He gently rocked the younger Reaper.
"Shh… shh… please, please stop. It's alright, it's alright, and it's over now."
Time passed slowly afterwards, words no longer coming to either of them, just the steady moving as Undertaker rocking Grell. The Red head slowly calmed, but remained leaning against Undertaker shivering from the weakness in his body and the pain that still radiated in his heart. He eventually, weakly, lifted his head to look up at Undertaker, met with the sight that Undertaker was crying silently, the crystalline tears dripping from his chin silently, landing softly onto the black robes.
Grell frowned and used the blanket on the bed to wipe the tears away, feeling his heart clench at knowing that he had caused Undertaker to relive the loss of his family once more. He looked back down at the bed as Undertaker jumped slightly at Grell's touch, not expecting it.
Grell stared heartbrokenly at the blanket, his vision blurry from both tears, exhaustion, and the fact that he wasn't wearing his glasses, but he was too upset to even worry where they might be, too caught up in wishing that Undertaker was alright.
Grell eventually spoke when Undertaker did not, his voice soft and distant. "You must have been so lonely after they all had passed. Y-You didn't have anyone, whenever I've come to visit you, which I hardly ever did, you were always alone…"
Tears threatened to spill over again as guilt filled his heart. He KNEW Undertaker was all alone and probably lonely but never did anything about it. Undertaker stiffened slightly but relaxed, nodding slowly.
"I was…" He whispered weakly, continuing when Grell didn't say anything else. "I remember waking up screaming at night after they had all been buried. I woke up in tears. I remember walking around the shop listlessly and over the years the furniture slowly began to be replaced by coffins, and the once beautiful details of the shop were covered with dust and cobwebs…"
Tears fell silently down Undertaker's cheeks at this point. "I-I eventually packed up the pictures of my children and my wife… I could no longer stand to look up at the pictures, only to breakdown afterwards." Undertaker's breath began to hitch at this point. "But, I stayed the way I was. Lilia had always loved my manners and how I could deal with the grieving so gently and nicely, slowly helping them to smile again. So, I stayed that way, showing them kindness and trying to get them to laugh, and tried to make them get me to laugh."
Undertaker closed his eyes, but the tears still fell and his fingers knotted up in Grell's clothes gently. "But, my kindness never got them to stay or linger, even those that I knew well would never come to visit, I was left to sit alone each night, and each day when I was not busy. Everyone always saw me laughing and smiling, but, there would be times when I would just sit there, doing nothing but allowing the pain to eat my heart away, just leaving a numb feeling. I couldn't feel anything anymore."
Undertaker grit his teeth and his next words came out as a pained whisper, his tears increasing as his heart seemed to break even more in front of Grell. "That's why I could create the Bizarre Dolls, I couldn't feel anything anymore, and I couldn't feel disgust or regret or pain. I just felt so hurt, so numb. The humans had what I wanted most, death. They all would be reunited with their loved ones someday, but I never will…"
Undertaker lowered his head as he voice grew softer and softer, it obviously becoming more painful for him to talk. His tears fell onto Grell's head softly, leaving Grell's red hair to become shiny and slick with the salty water droplets. "Then you came…" He whispered softly. "You saw what was happening and what was wrong. You saw the evil I had been doing, the insanity in my heart, yet, you understood, and you've promised to me that you wouldn't reveal me to Will or the Reaper Counsel."
He opened his eyes slowly and Grell looked up as silence filled the room, hesitantly and with a shaking hand, Grell reached up and gently pushed Undertaker's bangs back and tucked them behind his ears, revealing that tears still lingered in Undertaker's brilliant green gold eyes, but at the same time they held a look of gratitude as he whispered softly.
"You are the first to ever know my story, and the only one you has ever felt my pain, who has lived it. The only one to ever know how broken I truly was all along."
A smile slowly spread across Undertaker's face and Grell smiled in answer, his pain slowly fading as he saw that Undertaker was no longer upset, no longer heartbroken and suffering. Grell closed his eyes and weakly lowered his head, his body slumping against the elder Reaper weakly.
Undertaker gently gathered Grell up and leaned him back against the pillows, covering him up and making sure he was comfortable as the red head fell into a deep sleep. Once the younger Reaper was situated nicely he leaned down and gently kissed Grell on the lips, pulling back and stroking the red head's cheek gently. He smiled and watched the younger Reaper sleep.
"Oh, Grell. How can I ever thank you for what you have promised?"
The silver haired Reaper stood and silently blew out the candles in the room, allowing the room to go dark before sitting back down on the edge of the bed, then laying down gently at the foot of the bed, closing his eyes and slipping into his own deep sleep, not wanting to leave Grell just in case the dark depressing dreams returned, for Grell's safety and sanity was more important to him than his own comfort.
And in the darkness a scream echoed from out in the lobby of the infirmary section and Undertaker's eyes snapped open, the luminescent light of his eyes that were still visible lit up the room, a look of surprise and worry in the brilliant orbs as more screams arose.
Well, I hope you guys liked this chapter and I'm SO sorry for taking so long to update, but, like I said at the beginning, a lot has been happening, and I thank you guys for being so patient!
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