The Confrontation

Seconds later Undertaker arrived outside of the Shinigami dispatch office. As he walked through the halls, he must have been giving off an unapproachable aura, even though he remained a calm façade, because no one questioned him on why he was there.

A few minutes later he stopped outside of an office door. It was a plain brown door but with a gold name plate of it that said:

Grell Sutcliff

Senior Dispatch Officer

Undertaker turned the doorknob, his death scythe in one hand and slammed the door open. Grell jumped at the sudden intrusion as he was previously lounging around with his feet on his desk.

"I normally have a lot of patience when it comes down to your annoying shenanigans, but my patience is wearing thin!" Undertaker said angrily.

"Oh come now Undertaker, don't let that simple human get be—eek! Watch where your swing that thing!" Grell screamed as his head was nearly separated from his body by Undertaker's scythe.

"Next time I won't miss!" He said threateningly.

Grell then took out his chainsaw-like death scythe and put it in front of him defensively.

"Guess I am going to have to show you all the new moves that us younger Shinigami have at our disposal. You may be legendary, but you're old and rusty, you don't have a chance against me!" Grell said confidently.

Undertaker just smiled and shook his head. Grell was certainly going to regret this as Undertaker was never rusty.

At that moment Undertaker moved in a flash behind Grell and tried swinging at him, but at the last moment he dodged it. Grell retaliated by taking a swing at Undertaker, but it was expertly blocked.

"You're going to have to try much harder than that!" Undertaker giggled as he swiped at Grell again after defending against his earlier attack. His scythe made contact with his chest, making a huge gash and his blood splattered on Undertaker's face.

Grell screamed in pain as he fell in a puddle of his own blood, clutching the open wound in his chest.

"If you're smart, you won't get up again. You got over confident in your mediocre abilities, come back and fight me in a couple thousand years where you might stand a chance against me!" Undertaker said. "Oh and don't ever show your face in my shop again."

Undertaker then opened up a portal to bring himself back to his shop.

As soon as he got back he took his clothes off and threw them in the washer machine that (y/n) had bought for him recently. He normally still liked hand washing over the technology but he wanted his blood splattered clothes to be cleaned as soon as possible.

Knowing that (y/n) was still knocked out he just walked the hallway between the laundry room and the bathroom completely naked. He took a shower to relax his body and to wash his hair and porcelain colored, battle scarred marred skin.

After a few minutes, he stepped out, dried himself off, including his hair and put on one of his soft bath robes. He brushed his long hair and walked to his bedroom.

When he opened the door he smiled when he saw (y/n) still sleeping. As he slipped in his bed with her, he wrapped his arms around her protectively, her face nuzzled into his warm chest.

"I will never let anything bad happen to you my sweet (y/n)!" He said as he fell asleep.

What Undertaker didn't see before falling asleep was the smile that graced (y/n)'s features as she slept.

Author's Note: Yeah, yeah I know, that fight scene sucked, don't bite my head off haha! But it will be offset with a special treat in the next chapter. Oh one more thing, I don't hate Grell. Actually he is one of my favorite characters in Black Butler. He's really hard to hate because he is so funny, it's just he is an easy character to make the enemy out of!