The lonely rose

Hunting

Something had earned his ire, it was very rare that anything earned his ire. He was normally a very laid back person, he enjoyed laughter, jokes and his bone shaped biscuits. However all that had been changed by a certain reaper disappearing, Grell Sutcliff. The reaper that had somehow managed to capture his heart, the reaper was obsessed with the color red. It was why Undertaker called Grell his pretty red reaper, that wasn't the only nickname that, Undertaker had for Grell but it was one of the mildest other than kitten.

He knew that something had happened he could feel it in his bones, Undertaker was no fool, despite what he showed the world. He had been Death's right hand man for many, many years, he had lived through the war between the demons and angels, he had seen humans change and evolve. He was one of the most powerful Shinigami that had ever lived, the other was Anderson and like him, Anderson has retired from active collection duty. Anderson was his friend and had been for a very long time, Anderson was the only living reaper other than himself, who knew just how powerful and deadly he really was. 

It had been an incredibly long time since he had felt the need to hunt, the urge to summon his scythe was there burning under his skin and he wanted to answer the call. However he wasn't going to answer the call, not just yet. He needed to find his prey first, a pretty red reaper that had run off. While it was a shame that his prey wouldn't know that he was being hunted, it would add more to the hunt.

But then again the pretty red reaper shouldn't have run off like he had done, now he was going to hunt and catch the pretty red reaper and teach him a lesson he wouldn't forget, he wouldn't hurt him too much. Otherwise there wouldn't be any pleasure to be gained from their activities, that was if he gave into his desire and broke the pretty red reaper. He wasn't going to harm him to much, just enough to remind the younger reaper about who he belonged to.

He paused, that was part of the problem, his pretty red reaper didn't know that he belonged to Undertaker, if he did then Undertaker doubted that the younger reaper would have run off like he had done. The past couldn't be changed no matter how much he wished that he could change it, not that it mattered now. He was going to drag the younger reaper and drag him back, kicking and screaming if he had to. He wasn't going to allow Grell to get away from him. Not again.

There would be no more chances, he would chain Grell to the bed if he had to. Undertaker hoped that it wouldn't come to that, but knowing Grell it would be something that he would have to consider. He didn't know why Grell had run away, in fact no one did, however the one thing that everyone could agree on was it something had to have happened. Grell was too much of a fighter, he didn't take anything lying down and more often than not, Grell would win the fights. So why had Grell ran?

Something was going on and he was going to get to the bottom of it, no matter what. There was much that he needed to do and not enough time to do it in, he has already been to Grell's former apartment, he now had a small trace of Grell's death magic. With it he would be able to track Grell down no matter where the other reaper hid, there would be no hiding from him.

 "Pretty, pretty red reaper, soon you will be mine, all mine."

The insane ramblings continued for a few more minutes until Undertaker suddenly stopped, he looked around for some reason he felt as if there was someone in the room with him, but that shouldn't be possible. No one should have been able to sneak up on him, yet someone had been able to do so.

 "You are going after him."

 It was a statement not a question, Undertaker turned around and came face to face with William T Spears, the ancient looked at the younger reaper, so much had changed since Grell had run. William looked more stressed and overworked than normal, Undertaker didn't feel any sympathy towards the younger reaper. He knew about the abuse that William had put Grell through, and that was the one thing that Undertaker could not tolerate.

"Hihihi, Willy~ Come to see older Undertaker have you? Such a shame that I don't have any time for you."

William didn't say anything, he just continued to stare at Undertaker, the ancient didn't let it bother him. He hummed as he began skipping around the room grabbing what seemed to be random objects, but they weren't, to Undertaker each object had a use, a very special purpose. Well the feather duster didn't, he was just packing that to see little Willy's reaction. Undertaker snorted to himself.

Little Willy!

The urge to laugh was increasing as he continued to think about it, it was one of the best nicknames yet! Undertaker continued to fight with his rising desire to laugh, now was not the time and he knew it. There was far more important things to be doing, such as tracking down his reaper. Naturally he wouldn't be able to leave his business unattended, which was why he had called in a few favours. Undertaker hadn't known how many people had owed him a favour or two until he had needed them, not that he had been keeping count. In fact he hadn't even known about them, which was a shame really. He had all those debts and favours and he had never collected them!

Well he was calling in a few of them now, while he didn't need glasses anymore, he had still asked Anderson for a pair. Completely off record of course, he didn't want his friend getting into trouble. Anderson was one of the very few good apples so to speak, the dispatch was filled with corruption these days.

"I would advise you against this course of action, however I know that you will not listen to me."

Undertaker blinked he had completely forgotten that William was even in the room with him, which meant that he didn't consider William a threat. Now if it had been his pretty red reaper, then he wouldn't have turned his back on the other reaper.

 "You would be right."

He was be serious, because to him the whole situation was serious. Undertaker closed his bag, he didn't even bother to look at William as he left his shop. As soon as he left his shop he was hit by a vicious wind, silver hair whipped around his face. Dual coloured eyes were almost black in colour, a smirk appeared on pale lips.

Grell had better watch his back, because the Undertaker was coming for him, and people had been dying to meet Undertaker for years.