Love Story Undertaker x Y/N

Chapter 27: Reaper 13664

I could tell he didn't believe me. He thought it was a cruel joke. That I was mocking him. But it explained what he had considered my "odd behavior."

"Why would you tell me this?" he asked.

"It breaks many rules, but as I start to remember what humanity feels like, I likely will continue to do so. I understand how you feel for your wife. If I fail, I risk not only losing her family, but losing her. I guarantee you that your child will live, as will your wife, but in return for telling you this, you must not harm (Y/N)'s family. I can fix all these problems by going after the same source."

"You can have all the time you need unless my family is in direct danger," Lord Phantomhive sighed.

"Thank you. Now, I have to excuse myself," I said, looking up and noticing Nicholas jogging up to me.

"Here. If this one breaks, I'm sending a strongly worded complaint to the designers," Nicholas said, handing me my new scythe. It was just as (Y/N) had seen it, down to the last detail. He also gave me a pair of glasses and I sighed in relief. It had been such a pain without them for so much time.

"Good day, Lord Phantomhive," I said.

He studied my weapon before giving me a nod. I put the scythe away as Nicholas and I left the hospital. I winced in pain when I was whacked on the back of the head.

"Stop telling people," Nicholas said.

I nodded and he gave me a tired smile.

"I'll be in France," I said softly.

"I hope to see you again soon," he said, patting my shoulder, "Now get moving."

I ran to the docks and was met by Mark.

"Finally! Hurry up! I've been holding up the ship," Mark said, running toward the plank as I approached.

"How from is (Y/N) from where the ships dock?" Mark asked.

"Thirty-minute walk," I said, "Probably fifteen minutes to run."

Mark nodded and leaned weakly on the railing, "Where's River?"

"He had to stay behind due to injury. He'll live, but he needs medical attention."

We stood on the deck in silence for some time before wandering off on our own to pace anxiously. I started to think again about how I intended to rewrite (Y/N)'s fate. Was it possible, if I found her record in the library, to actually write a different outcome? To erase her current fate and write out another one. Maybe the library has information on her illness somewhere and I can try to cure it. No, if she's going to die from her illness, then it's already progressed too far to undo by normal means. The best option really is trying to rewrite her record. Maybe she could join me as a reaper? 

I nearly slapped myself when that thought crossed my mind. Why the hell would I even think that? I could never damn her to this eternal punishment. I'm seeing for myself just how much it can hurt. Even if we were together, I couldn't drag her to have to slave away collecting souls. She isn't the kind who could handle collecting souls and seeing so many dead. It would poison her heart quickly. No. I'll rewrite her record. It's the only way.

"Oi, we're docking!" Mark called, grabbing my attention.

It was dark by the time we reached the dock, but all I could think about was racing to the tenement house where I had left (Y/N). I burst through the door and immediately looked for her. I found her asleep in the bedroom. I sighed in relief and Mark did the same. I walked to the window and looked out over France. No sign of the demon. I would take (Y/N) around France soon, maybe tomorrow.