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One Door Closes	By : stephfarrow94 Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 3516 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Black Butler, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-One Door Closes
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The fact that William had stayed with him for two days straight while the Undertaker hadn’t showed up once had really confused Grell. William had said that he had told Undertaker what had happened, so why hadn’t he shown up?
“Hey, Will…?” Grell looked away as the raven’s attention turned to him. “…Why do you think Undertaker hasn’t come here yet…?”
William just shrugged. He had, of course, neglected to mention that the retired Shinigami was currently caring for Ronald. “Clearly he doesn’t care as much as he would have you believe.”
Grell frowned as he stared at the wall. William had a point – if Spears was here and not Undertaker, then… “…”
“What are you thinking about, Grell?” William closed the book he was holding and sat on the bed beside the red-head.
“...Just thinking about Ronnie…” Grell whispered.
William sighed. He reached out and grabbed Grell’s hand. “I told you that someone is caring for him…”
“…” Grell chanced a look at William. The elder seemed to be concerned if his own frown was something to go by. “…Will…?”
“Yes, Grell?”
“…Why are you here…?” Grell couldn’t help but tense as he expected a beating – or at least a shout.
“…” William pushed his glasses back up his nose as he thought about how he could reply. “…Well, it should be obvious, shouldn’t it? I’m here because… Because I love you…”
“…” Grell rolled over onto his side. He rested his head on one hand and slipped the other underneath his pillow. “…If you truly love me, Will… You would leave me alone… You’ve done enough to me… If you had ever really loved me in the first place, you’d have never treated me as you did…”
“…Grell…” Grell didn’t miss the hurt in William’s voice.
“…Please, Will… Don't make it harder than it has to be… I think that we’re better off without each other…”
“…” William closed his eyes before replying. “…If that’s what you wish, Grell…”
With that said, William got to his feet and walked out of the room without another word.
-XX-
Undertaker was genuinely surprised that Ronald had lasted this long – even if the boy hadn’t regained consciousness once during the three days that had passed since his arrival to the funeral parlour.
“Ronald, Ronald, Ronald…” Undertaker sighed as he sat down on the bed beside the young Reaper. He held a damp cloth in his hand and wiped it across Ronald’s forehead, collecting the sweat that had gathered there.
Ronald grimaced in his oblivious state, a soft whimper sounding from the boy. Undertaker removed the sheet that was covering him, revealing Knox’s naked, bandaged body. He checked that the white wrappings were still tight enough and changed the ones that had become soaked in blood yet again.
When Undertaker had first tended to Ronald’s wounds, there had been blood everywhere. It was as if someone had tried to throw the Reaper into a meat grinder. He was sure that if it weren’t for the fact that he was used to working with bodies just as badly – if not worse – damaged, he wouldn’t have known what to do. The sad thing was, he knew that these wounds had been inflicted by a Death Scythe and they were already becoming infected.
“What’s going to happen with you, Ronald…?” Undertaker muttered as he wiped the sweat from Ronald’s body. “I just don’t think that you’ll make it… You’ll break Grell’s heart if you don’t…”
Silence. Ronald didn’t even move.
Undertaker sighed. He carefully tucked Ronald back in under the blankets before he left the room, preparing himself for another sleepless night without Grell.
-XX-
“I really don’t know why you keep coming back here…”
William looked up at Undertaker’s voice. He had been standing outside of said man’s shop, awaiting entrance. He narrowed his eyes as his grip on his Death Scythe tightened. A scowl crossed his face.
“I don’t want to be here…” William muttered. He adjusted his glasses once again before continuing on. “It’s just… Grell has made it clear that he hates me… I was hoping that you would talk to him…”
“And why would I want to do that?” Undertaker crossed his arms over his chest. “After the horrible things you put him through – you don’t understand how lucky you were to have such a treasure like Grell. You don’t deserve him. He deserves someone who will love him and treat him with respect.”
William clenched his jaw. It took all of his willpower not to retaliate. “…Look… I almost lost him… I… I love him… I want to make it up to him… I know that sorry can’t fix anything, but… I have to show him that I still love him. I can’t do that if he doesn’t want to be around me…”
Undertaker frowned. “How do I know you’re not going to continue hurting him? A man like you doesn’t change overnight…”
William sighed. “…Just… Look, I let jealousy and stress take over… I was… so stupid… Just… Trust me. …Please…”
“I don’t know if I can do that – at least right now.” A small smirk appeared on Undertaker’s face. “I was rather busy with Ronald.”
“He’s still alive?” William sounded like he didn’t care – only adding to Undertaker’s mistrust. “Thought he would’ve died. It’s been nearly a month since the attack.”
“Yes, he’s alive – but barely. He still hasn’t regained consciousness and he’s full of infections. His body just won’t heal properly.”
“You’re busy with him how…?” William rose a suspicious eyebrow.
“Feeding him!” Undertaker snapped. He knew that William was implying something sexual. “What else would I be doing with him?!”
“Wouldn’t want to know…” William muttered. He ignored the way that Undertaker’s hands clenched into fists. “Are you going to talk to him or not?”
“Why would I? I can’t leave Ronald alone and I certainly wouldn’t jeopardise his existence for you…”
“I’ll watch Knox for you. Just…” Undertaker was surprised to hear a desperate edge to William’s tone now. “…Please…”
“…” Undertaker sighed. “…Fine… But if I come back and there’s the tiniest thing wrong with Ronald…”
“I’m not going to hurt him…”
There was somewhat of a standoffish glare between the two Reapers before Undertaker reluctantly walked out of the shop, unable to believe that he was trying to help repair Grell’s relationship with William.
-XX-
Grell was pleasantly surprised to see that Undertaker was standing in the doorway of his hospital room. He had been given the clear to go home today and he was unable to wait. He hadn’t seen Undertaker in all of the time that he had been confined to bed.
“You’ve come…” Grell whispered. He smiled as Undertaker approached the bed. “I was so scared that you were never going to come back…”
“I’m sorry that I haven’t been able to visit you until now, but I’ve been caring for Ronald.”
Grell sat up at these words. “Ronnie is with you?! Will said that someone was looking after him but he refused to say who!”
Undertaker giggled softly at these words. He reached out and wrapped his arms around the red-head. “Yes, I have your precious Ronnie. I’m saddened to say that he’s doing extremely poorly and I am shocked that he has survived for this long…”
Grell knew, deep down in his heart, that something like this had happened. He took a deep breath before he replied.
“…He’s going to die, isn’t he…?”
Undertaker’s grip on Grell tightened at the weary question. “…I believe so…”
“…” Grell clutched at Undertaker’s robes tightly. “…I expected as much… Why are you here…?”
Undertaker just shrugged. “…I honestly don’t know… I got a surprise visit from William again… He begged me to talk to you. Says that he wants to be able to make everything up to you again. I tried to decline him, but he seemed desperate.”
“…” Grell pulled away. He looked Undertaker in the eyes. “You leave me all alone the entire time I’m here… and then you come because you want me to forgive Will? …I…”
“Grell…?” Undertaker could sense that something was wrong.
“…” Grell sniffed before turning his back to Undertaker. “…Just… Just go! Go and play friends with Will and leave me alone! I won’t be around someone who sides with him!”
“Grell, it isn’t like that!”
“No, don’t touch me – just go!”
Undertaker frowned. He knew that he had upset Grell. He nodded, knowing full-well that Grell couldn’t see him, and then left.
When Undertaker returned back to his shop an hour later, he didn’t care that William was sitting on the bed that Ronald currently occupied – he just sat straight down on the couch beside the Spears and took to stroking Ronald’s hair.
“How’d it go?” William questioned.
Undertaker shrugged. “Thanks to you, I think we’re both in Grell’s bad books right now. Says that I should go back and play friends with you again so I can leave him alone. …Said that I sided with you…”
“…” William could sense Undertaker’s hostility. He stood up and walked over to the head of the bed. He leant down and placed a kiss on Ronald’s forehead before he walked out of the door.
Undertaker looked down at Ronald. “…I guess it’s just you and me now, hey, Ronald?”
As expected, Ronald didn’t even stir.
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