Chapter 19 Revealing Truths and Return to the Shop

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You guys are so lucky that I updated, for I certainly feel unmotivated and I feel my writer's block coming back… Blame it on my friends and school. I seriously need a break altogether, but I'm a loyal writer, so… *sigh* The next chapter is probably going to be the last chapter for Fevered Dreams, and I'm asking you guys if I should go ahead and start the sequel before the holidays. So, should I? Anyways, I hope you guys like this chapter and drop a review if you can!

Undertaker opened the door and he and Grell walked out into the lobby. As the silver haired man closed the door behind he heard Grell gasp. He instantly turned his head back to the redhead, met with the sight with the other man with his mouth open, his eyes wide with shock and worry.

Grell stood staring at the wreckage of the lobby, his eyes wide with pain and horror, and a flicker of a seemingly distant memory. Undertaker watched with concern as the still weak Reaper's eyes began to show a hint of tears, an action that caused Undertaker to become confused.

"M'dear, are you alright…?"

Grell didn't pay attention to the sound of Undertaker's voice, his eyes still scanning over the room. The white tiles floors that had become red with blood caused his heart to jerk. He loved the color red, but something about knowing that it had come from his own kind, from the people he cared about, troubled to. To see the things in the lobby that had made them destroyed, reminded him of that time…

The redhead unconsciously moved forward, his bare feet padding softly across the tile, coming to a halt in front of what appeared to be a broken scythe. Leaning down, he picked it up with shaking fingers, straightening back to his full height and held up the metal shard.

He could see his reflection in the silver, red like blood from his hair tainting the pure silver of it. He stared at his reflection, enchanted and disgusted by how the pure metal reflected the repulsive and impure appearance of his. The more he stared at the reflection, the more hate he felt. He stared and stared and stared, his reflection showing the mocking image of what he had become, of the annoyance he had always been to the others.

Tears flooded his bright green Reaper eyes, and only more disgust filled his being as he saw his weakness. The piece of metal slipped through his shaking fingers and hit the ground with a loud clatter, his body shaking slightly from his feelings of grief and self-hate. The noise caused more worry to course through Undertaker's body and he stepped closer to the redhead.

"Grell… What is bothering you?"

Grell didn't say anything, but a soft whine could be heard in his throat. He was still standing, staring at the shard on the floor that still held his reflection. Undertaker's gaze traveled to the little shard, and he frowned as he noticed how heartbroken Grell seemed as he looked at his own reflection. Undertaker lashed out with his foot, the toe of his boot striking the shard and sending it sliding a distance away.

The redhead remained standing there, shaking with tears in his eyes, a distant memory flickering in the bright green depths. Undertaker placed his hand on Grell's back, stepping closer and hushing him, holding him to his chest.. "Shh…. It's alright, Grell. It's over, it's done, no need to be frightened…."

Grell slowly calmed his shaking coming to a halt and the distant look faded as he blinked the tears away. Undertaker remained close; keeping a close eye on the redhead, but Grell took a deep shaky breath and shook his head. "It's fine… let's… continue walking around."

Undertaker nodded and held onto Grell's forearm as they started to walk, worried about the younger Reaper, making sure he wasn't worsening again. He obviously did not know what was bothering Grell, having assumed that it was the illness, but part of him knew that it was something else…

He jumped though as Grell squeezed his arm, causing him to stop walking as Will approached them, but Undertaker immediately got a bad feeling as his former apprentice approached. Will's expression was purely emotionless, but he sensed displeasure and malice, even hurt in his atmosphere.

He hesitated as he was about to walk past Undertaker and Grell, and his gaze flashed to the silver haired man, a look that only Undertaker could see in his eyes. "Once you get Grell settled, come speak to me, Adrian."

The raven haired man continued to walk and Undertaker sighed, his heart pounding and Grell could sense his unease and worry. "What's wrong…?" The silver haired man cleared his throat and looked to the red head, glad that his eyes were hidden by his bangs.

"I… I think Will knows about my… experiments…"

Grell gasped quietly and worry and fear entered his eyes. "Oh, Undertaker… you don't think he'll…?" The silver haired man sighed and looked away. "I… I don't know… We should let you go visit Ron…" He began to hurry Grell up; causing hurt and worry to fill the red head's heart.

They arrived to the wounded's side of the infirmary and they walked down the aisles, looking for the familiar face of Ronald Knox. They eventually found Ron's bed, but to Undertaker's annoyance the young Reaper was asleep. Grell could sense the annoyance and he sighed.

"Under… go on, I'll stay here and watch Ron… alright?"

Undertaker hesitated, gazing at the redhead. He stepped close, kissing him on the lips before pulling back. "Alright… I'll go, see you soon, love. I love you..." The silver haired Reaper retreated, soon disappearing from view. Grell smiled.

"And I love you..."

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Undertaker rushed to Will's office, dreading, yet wanting the ordeal to be over with. Pain began to flood his senses as soon as he left Grell's side, knowing that if Will did not grant mercy, he would not be seeing Grell again. He'd be sentenced to death for breaking the laws that Reaper's had to obey to. He would be executed without Grell even knowing the danger that Undertaker was in, but what hurt most was knowing that he'd be abandoning the weak younger Reaper after everything. Again, Grell would feel like he had failed again, just like Madame Red.

He quickly entered Will's office, not bothering to knock, coming to stop in front of the raven haired Reaper's desk. Will looked up, a displeased gleam in his eyes. The two remained silent for a few seconds, neither really wanting to bring the topic up, but Will was the one who broke the silence, his voice filled with venom and accusation.

"You did it. You created those walking corpses."

The silver haired Reaper sighed, watching his apprentice. "Yes, I did, but not without reason." He stopped talking, pausing as he tried to find the right words, but he could see Will's anger increasing as the seconds ticked by. For the raven haired man, no reason would be good enough for what Undertaker had done.

"I don't care what your reason is! What you did was wrong, terribly wrong! And even you, a legend, will be punished!"

Undertaker was surprised at how Will had raised his voice, and his expression softened. He knew what his punishment would be. It would be death. Will was furious and had obviously already made up his mind. The silver haired man's gaze traveled away from Will, and he waited for Will to condemn him.

Yet, will's voice never came. Undertaker turned his attention back to Will and he was surprised to see what appeared to be a look of hurt on the raven haired Reaper's face. That's when Undertaker realized what Will felt. He felt betrayed by his former mentor, betrayed that Undertaker had not told him what had been troubling him.

Will spoke calmly this time, his tone softer and gentler, but was still firm and commanding. "Adrian Crevan, you are to leave the Reaper Realm and never return and you are to never have contact with another in-service Reaper."

Undertaker's eyes widen and he gasped, his body jerking. Being told to stay away and leave Grell without a word or explanation why was worse than the sentence of death. "But William, I-!" "Quiet, Adrian, or I will sentence you to death!"

The silver haired Reaper looked down, taking deep breaths before turning away. He matter as well get it over with. Without looking over his shoulder he spoke, his voice calm and emotionless, hiding the pain and turmoil he felt inside. "Well, I will be taking my leave now. Please, make sure that Grell doesn't do anything stupid… Anything he might regret…"

Undertaker walked forwards and opened the door, but was met with the sound of Will's voice, the tone sad. "Adrian…." The silver haired man didn't stop, but instead continued walking out the door, shutting it behind him with a bang.

He remained standing outside for a few moments, panting and blinking away tears of pain and frustration. He growled and rubbed at his eyes and he summoned his scythe. He glanced towards the infirmary, pain in his heart.

"I love you, Grell..."

He slashed the scythe through the air, opening a portal and stepping through it, the portal closing behind him.

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William sighed as he walked down the aisles of the infirmary that night, looking for a certain red head and his blonde haired companion that Undertaker had left him with.

As he found where they were he saw that a few beds away, both Alan and Eric were awake, speaking adamantly about something, smiles on their faces and laughter ringing out. Eric was rubbing Alan's stomach, a small smile on his face, Alan's eyes were bright and he was beaming.

Ron was sitting up, a smile on his face, that usual playful gleam in his eyes, even though there seemed to be something weighing on the back of his mind. Grell sat in front of him on the bed, laughing and seeming to make the occasional odd joke, but as soon as the redhead saw Will alone, the smile faded.

Will stopped in front of Grell and said one thing.

"Undertaker can no longer see you."

Grell's smile disappeared, a blank distant look coming to his eyes, his heart seeming to leave him.

Alright, it's not over yet. The next chapter will be the last. I hope you guys liked this chapter, and please drop a review!

-zgirl16