Visits
William stood outside of the Undertaker's shop for an hour before he finally went into the old building. He had come to talk to the elder shinigami, but he wasn't sure as to how. Or rather didn't know if he should.
"Mr. Spears you've been standing out side of my shop for more than four hours now, I'm afraid you have scared off my customers so you might as well come in," Undertaker chuckled amused.
William jumped, though he would never admit it, startled and fixed his glasses as he cleared his throat. "Erm right..." How long had he been standing there? He shook his head and went into the shop, Undertaker following behind giggling.
Ten minutes later both shinigami were sitting at the small kitchen table a tray of tea and a plate of dog bone biscuits between them.
"What seems to be troubling you Mr. Spears?" Undertaker asked.
He seemed more serious now that the man was here. He knew it was concerning Grell. He could see it in his eyes. The stiff of a man really cared for him.
William seemed to hesitate for once his hands honestly shaking as he added sugar to his tea. "It's about Gre-Sutcliff sir."
Ah, the formal route. Undertaker thought nibbling on a cookie. "And what is troubling you?"
William shifted in his seat and lowered his head. "I'm scared..."
Undertaker blinked and looked at the man before him. "I'm sorry...I didn't hear you," Undertaker replied honestly.
William's shoulder slumped and it took the elder a moment to realize he was crying. Actual tears ran down the man's cheeks as his shoulders shook. "I'm scared...I...I don't want to lose him."
Undertaker's expression for the man softened. He knew how he felt, he cared deeply for the firey red head as well. He got up and wrapped his arms around the shaking man and ran his fingers through his hair.
"I know it is hard," he started soothingly. "But we must be strong for him. We must be his smile when he can't, his laughter in the dark times that are sure to follow." He tilted William's chin up with a long black tipped nail and wiped his eyes.
"How...how can I do that?" William asked.
"You love her do you not?"
William nodded.
"That is how. We must do it because we love her."
William wiped his eyes blushing embarrassed. "Forgive me, I did not mean to lose my composure that way," he apologized clearing his throat and fixing his glasses.
Undertaker chuckled and resumed his seat. "Its quite alright Mr. Spears."
"William...please, call me William."
The silverhaired man nodded. "As you wish William."
William picked up his tea and took a sip. "I can see why Grell enjoys coming here...you have a...nice presence," he said looking around.
Undertaker hummed. "I don't often get that sort of compliment," he smiled. "Thank you."
William nodded. "You're welcome."
They sat in silence.
"Is there something else you needed?" Undertaker asked finding this side of William more curious then amusing.
William blinked and blushed once more. "Oh, I seemed to have fallen into thought. I can leave if you like."
"No no, your company is rather pleasant," Undertaker chuckled standing to get a fresh pot of tea. He leaned against the counter as William stared at his tea cup strands of raven hair falling in front of his face.
Undertaker wasn't sure what provoked him to do but he found himself brushing the hair back his hand coming down to cup the younger's cheek softly. He chuckled. "If you keep this up you'll be as red as Grell's hair William~"
William liked the look of surprise of on the legends face as he took his hand and pressed a chaste kiss to his fingers. "Perhaps it will be you with a face as red as her hair Undertaker."
Undertaker chuckled and grabbed the mans tie pulling him up. "I happen to like the shade of red on such a young face," he ran his fingers through William's hair tugging the locks and William let out a soft groan before turning a lovely shade of red.
"Sensitive hair William?" he teased.
William cleared his throat clearing embarrassed but gave him a slight nod.
Undertaker pulled away as the tea started to boil and refilled the tea pot and fixed them a fresh pot. The two resumed their seats and finished their tea in a comfortable chatter before William took his leave.
The older shinigami took his time cleaning up remembering the way William stammered through his goodbye after he had given him a peck on the cheek. He chuckled and shook his head before closing up his shop.
A/N: Because I feel it is necessary there is no set pairing for this aside from the Eric/Ronald one. And this chapter took on a mind of its own to be honest, but I hope you guys liked it.