Well, I suppose this is the final chapter. I didn't really plan for it to be, but that's just how it happened. However, there will be an epilogue, because this story is missing something very important: Yaoi! Again, it didn't go according to plan, but I think overall I'm satisfied with it. I'll try to get the epilogue up in the next couple of days, then on to the sequel. And about that, I have an idea, thanks to one of my lovely reviewers, and my idea involves mpreg. So, I want to know what you guys think of that, do you like it or does it weird you out? Leave me a review or you can PM me, and if you have any suggestions/things you'd like to see in the future let me know. I always appreciate any kind of feedback. I'll shut up and let you read now, enjoy ^^ and I guess I still own nothing.

Where am I? Why do I feel so light, like I'm floating? What happened?

It took Grell a moment to be able to open his eyes, and once he did he was blinded by white light; well, white everything. All he could see was white, stark and pure, unmarked by any other color. He tried to move, but he couldn't find his legs; what is this place? What's going on?

"Grell Sutcliff."

Grell started a bit and looked around frantically; that voice sounded strangely familiar, but he just couldn't place it. He heard light footsteps behind him and felt a bit nervous, not even daring to breathe.

"Sutcliff, get up."

I can't.

"Get up, I know you can."

Who are you?

"Grell, just get up."

Grell struggled for a moment, but was finally able to find his body and regain his sense of feeling, and he gracefully got to his feet and spun around to face the other man; when he saw who it was he nearly fell back down.

"William? But, you're-"

"Dead. Yes, you're quite right Sutcliff, and so are you."

"I'm…dead?" Grell stared at the raven haired man with wide eyes, disbelieving. "How, what happened?" Panic started to set in; Grell's breathing accelerated and he clutched at his chest. He couldn't even remember or figure out anything that was going on, and he couldn't get his mind to stop spinning at a dizzying rate.

William sighed and closed his eyes, adjusting his glasses and speaking in an even voice. "Sutcliff, please calm down, listen to me and I will explain everything." The dark haired shinigami opened his golden eyes and locked them on Grell's emerald ones. "Just calm yourself okay?"

Grell nodded and fell silent, allowing his former beloved to speak.

William lowered his eyes to the ground and spoke softly but clearly. "I don't know what you remember Grell, but I am dead by choice. I left you, and the living world. I took my own life." He looked up and met the redhead's eyes with a piercing gaze. "Do you remember Grell?"

Grell did remember, and the realization stung quite a bit; however, he just nodded, keeping his face as neutral as possible, and allowed William to continue speaking.

"For that, I am sorrier than you could know. I am sorry for all the pain I've ever caused you, for the way I treated you; it wasn't right or fair."

"I loved you, I really loved you William. And you just left me. How could you?"

William didn't react to Grell's harsh words; rather he lowered his head slightly. "I know, I should have been honest with you from the beginning, that I didn't know how to love. I thought…I thought I would figure it out, but I was wrong."

Grell shook his head. "I don't understand why. Why you felt the need to lie to me so, and hurt me like this." He cast his eyes downward, trying to keep the tears out of them. It took him by surprise when William stepped forward and wrapped his strong arms tightly around the smaller man; Grell couldn't help but immediately bury his head is William's chest and sob, his shoulders shaking. William rubbed circles on his back and held him firmly, allowing him to release all his pent up emotion and anger however he needed to. He cried hard for several minute then finally pulled away a bit, looking up at William, face splotchy and eyes bloodshot. "Oh Will, why did this happen to us?"

William sighed softly. "I don't know; maybe because I am an idiot, and because you deserve so much better." Grell started to protest but William brought his finger to the redheads lips to silence him, looking directly into his eyes, speaking with more emotion than Grell had ever heard from him. "Yes, you deserve better, the very best. You are none of the things I always told you that you are; worthless, stupid, a waste of space. I had no right to speak to you that way, and every bit of it is lies. You deserve true love and happiness, everything you have ever wanted." By this point tears were streaming openly from Grell's eyes. "Oh William." He whispered, clinging tighter to the dark haired man. "I…thank you William. That means more to me than you could ever know. But, William?"

William looked down at him, his stoic manner returned. "Yes, what is it Grell?"

Grell sniffled a bit and lowered his eyes. "Well it's just…I'm, dead, right? How can I find true love and happiness when I'm no longer alive?"

"Because Grell, you can go back." William said it as if it was as simple as turning and walking in a different direction and Grell knew he must have heard him wrong.

"I can…what?"

"I can send you back to the living world, as a reaper I have the power to do that one time for another reaper, it's a gift we all acquire when we die. Very few actually know of it and use it, but if you wish, I can give it to you."

Grell nodded, trying to remember what his life on earth was like; he couldn't recall anything that happened after William's death. The memory made him shudder delicately and William could guess what was on his mind; he placed his fingers under Grell's chin and raised his face so he could look him in the eyes.

"Grell Sutcliff, believe me when I say to you that you need to return to the living world. You have much there, and once you return you will remember, but for now you just have to trust me and go back. Can you do that, can you trust me?"

Of course Grell trusted him, and he believed things in the living world would be better for him, he could feel that was where he needed to be. He knew he should go back, he wanted to go back.

But he didn't want to leave William, and never see him again.

Rather than answering he clung tighter to William and buried his head in his chest, whimpering softly. William tightened his arms around him and rested his chin on top of his head, stroking his soft crimson hair.

"I know Grell, I know you don't want to go. You can, of course, stay here if you wish. But I'm telling you, you need to go. I am trying to do what is best for you, please believe me and go. Please?" William pleaded softly, hoping he would get through to the younger shinigami, knowing if he could just get him to leave he could be happy again. It took a few minutes, but slowly Grell moved away, not daring to look his beloved in the eyes. "Okay, I'll go back. But, I'll always miss you William, and I'll never forget you." Grell's voice cracked and tears continued to flow, but he allowed William to take his hand and lead him to the edge of the cloud they were apparently standing on. "Now, all you have to do is jump; I'll take care of the rest, and you will be back to where you belong." A sob escaped the redhead throat but he squeezed his eyes shut and nodded. He wanted so badly to hug William one last time, or kiss him, or even just look at him; but he knew he would falter in his resolve, and he couldn't take the pain anymore. "Goodbye William, I love you, forever." With that, he leapt agilely off the plushy surface he stood on into the blank nothingness, keeping his eyes shut the entire time. William stared after him for a moment, then murmured to himself before wandering away, back to where he resided.

"I love you too Grell."

No time passed as Grell fell back to earth, back to the living world. Once he found himself waking up it felt as if his body had never moved at all; then again, he guessed it hadn't, only his soul had been transported. When he awoke and opened his eyes he found himself staring at a dark ceiling, and felt he was in a small closed in space. That was all there was and he still couldn't remember a thing; he just felt cold and alone. He wrapped his arms around himself as the tears started again, despair overwhelming him; had William lied, about all of it? Did he really hate him and just want him out of the way for good, without caring what happened to him? Maybe he was just worthless and a waste of space.

He had begun to sob audibly, rolling onto his side and curling up into a ball to try and quell the pain in his chest, but to no avail.

He had no idea someone else was in the strange shop with him, nor that they could hear him; he had no clue that the reason William had urged him to return was sitting right beside him in disbelief.

Undertaker sat in the dark corner under the table for what seemed like hours; he cried until he had no more tears, then he rested his head against the wall and drifted off, having vivid nightmares that would send him jolting awake in terror. Finally he got tired of it and decided to go outside and get a bit of air, hopefully to clear his head. He crawled out from under the table and was about to head outside when he heard it; small whimper-like sounds coming from the back of his shop. Confused and a bit wary, he slowly made his way to the source of the noise, then realized with a gasp it was coming from Grell's coffin. He peered inside hesitantly, his mouth flying open upon discovering that the red headed corpse was moving. Not only that, he was crying too.

Undertaker blinked a few times, fearing he really had gone insane; there was no way a corpse was moving, and no way was Grell alive.

But after a few moments, he realized his eyes were not deceiving him. He didn't know how, or why, but he didn't really want to question it; he just wanted to have the redhead back in his arms, where he belonged. He leaned over, careful not to startle him, and called his name very softly.

"Grell?"

Grell jumped a bit, then looked up, toward the sound of the voice. As soon as he laid eyes on Undertaker everything came rushing back to him, and he sprang out of the coffin and threw himself into a stunned Undertakers arms, clutching whatever part of him he could grab tightly and all but wailing, overwhelmed with emotions; sorrow at losing William, shock at all that had just transpired, and elation at being back here, in this shop, with the man he loved.

Undertaker wanted so badly to ask him what happened and how the hell he was alive, but he could see the young shinigami didn't need to be questioned just now; he just needed to be reassured. So Undertaker held him tightly and stroked his hair.

window and sat down, pulling the redhead into his lap and allowing a few tears of his own to fall; tears of pure joy and happiness. They stayed like that for quite a while, then eventually Grell's tears came to a stop and he looked up at Undertaker, still beautiful despite the mess his face and hair had become.

"Oh Undertaker, is it really over? We're free to be together now, forever?"

Undertaker couldn't help but chuckle. "Oh yes m'lady, forever. I promise."

Grell grinned, flashing his razor sharp teeth and then leaned up to kiss Undertaker, slowly at first but then passionately, hungrily. Undertaker gladly kissed him back, winding his fingers in deep crimson hair and pushing the smaller man back on the couch. Grell was all too happy to cooperate and they kept at it for several minutes before the broke apart, faces flushed and panting lightly.

Grell realized all the fear he had before had vanished; he felt no anxiety whatsoever about letting this man have him, all of him. He trusted him with his heart, his body, his soul, his very life. He wanted to tell him that, or better yet, to show him. But it would have to wait until morning, as both men were exhausted after having such a trying day. Undertaker stood and picked Grell up, carrying him bridal style to the bedroom and laying him gently on the bed. He curled up beside him and wrapped his arms around Grell's skinny waist, pulling him close and kissing the back of his neck gently.

Grell moaned in pleasure, wanting to go further, to go all the way. But he couldn't stay awake any longer, so he simply snuggled deeper into his beloved's chest and murmured. "I love you."

"I love you too." Undertaker smiled to himself before settling in comfortably and allowing a deep peaceful sleep to claim him, knowing that their forever was just beginning.

Sebastian had sensed something had changed before he left the church; he could sense that somehow, the red headed shinigami was alive. All it took was one peak in the window of Undertaker's shop to confirm this, and he smiled lightly at the sight of the two curled up together before rushing back to the church to dismiss everyone, coming up with a flawless explanation as usual.

He sighed as he ran; maybe Grell would at least leave him alone now.

Sappy ending, right? Yeah I know. Oh well, I hope you liked it. You guys are awesome, Siriusly.

As one of my lovely reviewers pointed out (the review is missing now so I actually could have just imagined it) I never did say any more about the fact that everyone was waiting at the church for the funeral. Thank you, and I fixed that now. Also, I'm not sure I'm going to do an epilogue, I have a ton of ideas for the sequel and am quite anxious to get started on it, and there will be plenty of heavy yaoi in it. So be looking out for that soon ^^