A Long History (Undertaker x Reader)

10. Realization

Bittersweet Ending 

(Undertaker's POV (first person)), April 19, 1889

I see her begin to fall after collecting the death scythes of her sisters, as well as her own. I quickly disengage from the demon and two young shinigami, shouting her name as I run and catch her. I feel tears falling down my face and an unbearable pain as her eyes begin to close and her breathing becomes more shallow.

"(Y/N)!" All the others in the room look at me, startled by my display of different emotions and obvious distress. I take her pulse, which is faint, and hang my head. Instead of leaving her on the cold, hard floor, I pick her up, holding her with one arm. I turn to the others and say, "I'm sorry our encounter has to be cut short, but I have to customize a new coffin and perform one last burial."

My scythe glows green, and I cut the already sinking ship in half, and disappear while carrying (Y/N).

'She's used a lot of energy and lost a lot of blood, but she'll survive. The shinigami will report that all four sisters died in battle, and they won't come looking for her.'

I remember seeing the last few panels of Jena's cinematic record, and how it made me truly realize how much I loved (Y/N), but not in the way I had originally thought I had. I had always considered myself an older brother to her, so the realization that it was something different made it that much more painful to see how close to the end she was.

I brought her to my new place I was staying in near Weston College, and set her down on the bed, not caring about how the blankets are being soaked with her blood. I fill the bathtub up with warm water, and I remember her saying something to me the day after the fight with the demons where she had been injured when I had asked her why she had done that particular thing to save me.

(Y/N) had looked at me and responded with, "Why? Well, I guess even if it's considered indecent, I would do anything to try and save those I care about. I would expect you to do the same if I were unable to treat my wounds myself, right?"

I grit my teeth as I remove her clothing and place her in the water. I gently wash the wounds, most of which have begun closing up because of her incredibly fast healing abilities, and try and get most of the drying blood out of her hair. The gash on her stomach is still bleeding, but just barely. Once I finish washing the wounds, I take a towel and dry her skin off and wrap gauze around all of the wounds, including the one on her head from where she had hit the wall. I then take one of my shirts and dress her in it, then place her under the covers of the bed.

I go over to the armchair, and sit there until I fall asleep. I wake up and (Y/N) looks like she's in pain and her face is flushed. I feel her forehead with the back of my hand, and notice she has a very high fever. I grab a rag, wet it and wring it out, and then fold it and put it on her forehead, sitting on the edge of the bed. I gently stroke her cheek and say, "I'm sorry... I should have protected you, not gone and fought those other three. I should have done that, then Jena might have still been alive to take care of you instead of a deserter like me."

Her face has relaxed a little, but I still feel exhausted. I haven't felt worried enough I couldn't sleep for a little over a hundred years ago, when she was first affected by the poisons of a hell hound's saliva that the demons had attacked us with.

April 22, 1889

You feel a slight pain as you open your eyes. The room you are in is mostly dark, but has light creeping in from outside through the gaps in the curtains. You are covered in a warm blanket, and are on a comfortable bed with your head lying on a soft pillow. You suddenly remember what happened, and jerk up, but only slightly as you fall back onto your back in pain. 

'She killed Kaya and Jena, and I killed her. Why am I not dead?'

Suddenly, you realize that you aren't in the same clothing that you wore as your shinigami outfit. You're only in an oversized dress shirt. You hear someone come in, and you see gentle green eyes and long silver hair.

"You're awake," Adrian's familiar voice says. He walks over and gently sits on the bed, placing a cool piece of cloth on your forehead. "I was starting to think I was going to lose you."

"Did... you..." you weakly say, your voice cracking and sending you into a painful coughing fit that causes you to cough up more blood. Adrian wipes your mouth with another cloth, and says, "Shh. Don't try to speak."

You feel tears well up in your eyes, and he leans in and whispers in your ear, "I love you, birthday girl."

Your eyes widen, both from his confession and the fact that it's your birthday... and the other three will never be able to celebrate with you again. You feel him remove the rag and lightly kiss your forehead, his lips brushing against your skin like a feather.

"Here. Can you drink this?" he asks as he leans back into an upright position, bringing a glass of water to your lips and helping you sit upright. As you take a few slow sips, he says, "I'm sorry. I had to change your clothes because your sister's death scythe tore them up and they were very bloodied. I also had to treat your wounds. I didn't do anything else."

"It's fine," you say, feeling a slight blush come on your face from his awkwardness. "I trust you more than... well, now I can say I trust you as much if not more than I trusted my own sisters. And Adrian?"

He looks towards you and you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. You break away after a few seconds, and he stares at you and touches his fingers to his lips. You blush and say, "I love you too. Just... please don't leave me again..."

"I won't," he reassures you. You look down and see that the blankets are covered in blood, and you say, "I'm so sorry!"

"For what?" he asks, looking genuinely confused. 

"I got blood on your blankets again..."

This is the first option for the ending of this book. A more bittersweet ending. I'll have the second (sad ending) published in a few days.