A Long History (Undertaker x Reader)

10. Too Late

Sad Ending

***If you want any chance at a happy ending between the two, please don't read this part... just stick with the previous 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). Her hand is clutched around the four necklaces, and 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 and try and get most of the drying blood out of her hair. The gash on her stomach is still bleeding fairly heavily. 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, or you wouldn't be in this situation in the first place."

I flop down into the armchair near the bed, exhausted. After a few hours, I jolt awake because of a hand coming to rest on my knee. I see (Y/N) turned on her side, looking at me, her eyes clouded in pain. Fresh blood is running out of the side of her mouth, and she smiles gently at me. Tears well up in her eyes and slowly begin running down her face

"(Y/N)!" I bring myself to sit on the edge of the bed, and pull her into an embrace. She lets out a groan of pain, and I lay her back on my lap, supporting her neck and head with my hand. I can't help it... a tear rolls from my eye, and she raises a bloodied, shaky hand up to my face, wiping the tear off. She reaches behind my head and gently pulls me down into a kiss, and when she releases from it, she looks more drained than ever. She brings the hand back to my temple, her watery green eyes staring straight into mine.

"D-Don't... cry... every... thing... everything will... be... alright... I... always.... loved you....So.... warm...." she says, the life fading from her eyes after she finishes saying the last word. Her hand falls from my face, leaving streaks of blood on the side of my face. Her body went limp in my arms, her glassy eyes still halfway open.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Don't leave me..." I sob, pulling her closer to me. The warmth was fading from her body, and I say, "I won't forgive you for this... You said you wouldn't die..."

I prepared the body, not wanting to make her into a Bizarre Doll since she had disliked the idea of living after death, and buried her, her hands folded over her chest. I placed the four crosses around my neck, and knelt at the grave, placing (favorite flowers) on the grave. The full moon acts like a spotlight in my despair.

"I love you, (Y/N)..." I say, a tear falling from my face. I see someone approach, and I stand up. It is Sebastian, still badly wounded. As I tense up, he holds up his hands and says, "I'm not here to fight you."

He looks to the grave and says, "So the final of the four half-breeds died after all?"

"Don't call them that," I snarl. "That's a foul term to use for them. They were the Wolfe sisters, not the 'half-breeds.'"

"I'm surprised you're so defensive of them," he says with a smirk. "I guess this means you really did love her."

He leaves, disappearing into the shadows.

"(Y/N). I only realized I loved you too late..."