The Red Reaper
The next morning, Undertaker woke up to the sound of calm breathing of (y/n). He smiled as she kept sleeping peacefully as he got up to get dressed in his signature clothes. He was brushing his long silver hair just as a loud knocking was heard. In the mirror he saw (y/n) rousing from her sleep. He giggled slightly as he saw the state of her hair and her sleepy face. Before going downstairs, Undertaker walked over to (y/n) and kissed her.
"Good morning, I'll be back soon. We have an early morning guest!" He stated. She nodded sleepily.
Undertaker left her as he went downstairs; he then heard another knock, this time harder than the previous knocks. He then opened the door and was surprised to see it was Grell Sutcliff.
"Hello Grell, what brings you to my humble shop this fine sunny morning?" asks Undertaker.
"Oh nothing just came to see what the legendary reaper is doing." He says while smiling, showing all his sharp teeth and fluttering his eyelashes. "Bassy is too busy with the one-eyed demon brat to pay any attention to me!"
"Well, I would love to have you stay and chat, but I have some other matters to attend to." Undertaker said as he was trying to shuffle Grell out the door quickly, but it was too late.
Grell heard a noise from behind Undertaker and saw (y/n) rounding the doorway yawning and rubbing her eyes. Her hair was still a mess and Undertaker's robe was slipping off her shoulders, showing and ample amount of her cleavage.
"Who was our guest, Undertaker? Do you need any hel—," she was about to say but was cut off because she was then slammed into the back wall by her throat by a mass of red.
"Who are you human? What are you doing in my Unny's clothes and why were you sleeping with him?!" Grell yelled at (y/n) as he tightened his grip around her throat.
(Y/n) was trying her best to get out of his hold, scratching, kicking, hitting, even spitting at him, but nothing even fazed Grell. It just made him even madder. She was starting to lose consciousness when she saw a silver glint in the corner of her eyes and saw that the scythe that Undertaker was carrying on Halloween, was pointed at Grell's neck threateningly.
"I'd tread carefully if I were you!" Undertaker said, his angry yellow/green eyes showing from behind his long bangs.
To be Continued….
Author's Note: It's a super short chapter, I know. But I wanted to split this with the next chapter. By the way, I had to study for midterm, that's why there were no updates. Next chapter will be up soon! Maybe by Halloween!