Chapter 16

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Grell landed in his home town yawning as he stepped off the plane. When he collected his baggage he walked to the doors and just before he got there he saw Ojīchan standing waiting for him. He smiled at the warmness of what his grandfather gave off. Grell ran to his tiny grandfather encasing him in a large hug his face was buried into his shoulder.

"Ojīchan, I am so happy to be home." He immediately started to speak Japanese.

"I know. I know Little One," Ojīchan replied and took Grell's arm and tucked it under his own and steered him away. "And I have many things to tell you as well, but that will come later during tea." His voice was always the same and always the loving caring man Grell knew his whole life. He set his head on his shoulder as they walked and Grell carried his bags.

Getting to the car Ojīchan handed Grell the keys to drive with an all to big smile on his face. The old man knew Grell hated to drive, but would do it for him, he always thought that he should come over his fear of cars and transportation. Ojīchan smiled as he took the keys and opened the trunk setting his bags in there.

As Grell drove the familiar streets home Ojīchan prattled on about what was happening in town and who came back for visits, and who was there now. Ojīchan seemed pleased with all his talking. He was asking questions what was happening in California, although he already knew with his dreams and visions.

At home Ojīchan lead Grell inside and he went straight to the kitchen to make tea, and look for something to feed Grell. The red-head went to his room to put his things on his bad. He smiled as he saw his sketch book. He had the sudden urge to draw, he knew this was his grandfather's doing, but then again he knew that was there for some reason. He grabbed it and dug through his drawer looking for a pencil or something to draw with. He managed to find a grey colored pencil.

He was walking down the hallway and something hit him, he needed to draw him, and not just any him he needed to draw Undertaker, he was stuck in his mind and needed to come out, even after what Mey had told him. He did a lot of thinking on the plane and he had dragging him along, he had been using him to some point.

He started to draw a basic figure kneeling. He had beaten him down and 'ran' him off it seems to him. He drew another basic figure standing behind him holding a whip. He sat down at the tea-table in his big recliner that he always loved. He continued to draw filling in the figures one was him, the other Undertaker.

It seemed a lot longer than it should to make tea today, Grell would have gone and seen if Ojīchan needed help yet he was too into his work.

When enough time passed Grell had a drawing of himself whipping a chained Undertaker. He then started to add wings to Undertaker's body, when a voice made him jump. "I'm glad to see you sketching again Little One," Ojīchan came walking in with a tea set on his tray and some food for Grell. Setting everything down and grabbing the plate trading his grandson for the sketch book.

Grell began to eat as Ojīchan sat on the arm of the chair and looked at the drawing Grell made. Grell looked down finding egg rolls and wontons. He grinned and dunked his wonton in the sweet and sour sauce. He groaned at the homemade food.

"You're the best Ojīchan," Grell told him in their tongue.

Ojīchan nodded as he still examined the drawing. Then finally he said. "Sōgi-ya," He let his finger trace the half wing.

Grell nodded. "Yeah, I had to draw him, it was just there, the urge." He watched Ojīchan nod. "You knew. What's going on in your head Ojīchan?" Grell asked. He narrowed his eyes slightly and just knew something was going on in his grandfather's head.

"Ah, you have caught on? You are so smart my Little One," Ojīchan grinned and drank some of his tea. "Well, we have something to talk about. And this is about Sōgi-ya," He was still talking in his native tongue to his red-headed grandson.

"What?"

"Well, I told him to tell you before it was too late and he looses you." The old man mused quietly. "I told him, if he does not tell you I will. Now, Little One, you must not over react, this has already happen and I have forgiven him. So you must cry and then get over it,"

"Stop beating round the bush Ojīchan. Tell me."

"Years ago, my daughter and grandson were coming home from the beach and a reckless teenager rear ended them and in that-"

"No! No!" Grell screamed and stood up. Ojīchan's hand was on him immediately forcing him to sit back down. "No, he didn't!"

"and in that crash my beloved daughter was killed and my beautiful grandson, lived he was distraught, but pulled through and went on with his life soon to find a good young man. Yes, he has done wrong, yes, he has not always been truthful, but yet, he is a good man a good enough man for my grandson. Grell, I have forgiven him for your mother's death, I think you should too." Ojīchan now let go of his arm and gave a slow nod. "It was just time for Aiko to go Little One, she watches over you every day, I promise you that."

Grell's lip quivered and his face sunk into Ojīchan's stomach as he sobbed. "I want her back!" Grell sobbed into his stomach, Ojīchan just hummed an old lullaby and stroked his hair.

"Mourn for her and yourself. When he comes back, forgive him for what has already happen start anew. He knows he has done wrong." Ojīchan told Grell. Ojīchan knew everything there was to need to know about Grell's and Undertaker's relationship. He knew about Undertaker and Jane and then how he stopped messing around with Jane and is putting her through college to fulfill he dream, and then how he was doing anything he could to help his grandson out with out trying to take over his life. The elder just knew. And he was keeping an eye on Undertaker where he was thinking all about Grell and what he should have done to do better.

"Also, Grell, I am proud you put that bad man away at last. I knew you would. I am so happy he is somewhere he cannot hurt you no longer." Ojīchan smiled and stroked Grell's hair more. "You are finally straightening out your life, and soon when your path is straight, all will fall in place and you will be starting to get happy." Ojīchan grinned. "but before happiness you must do what is needed to do, and that is your court."

Grell nodded. "Yes I know,"

"I am so proud of you," He smiled. "Eat Little One, you have a long day tomorrow. I want those bags under your eyes gone by morning so eat and then, you sleep." Standing from the old chair Ojīchan kissed Grell's forehead and went to his own seat on the floor on the cushion that he always sat on. He made his own tea staring up at Grell.

The red-head slid off the arm chair and onto the floor cushion. He pulled his legs up and under his body. He then slid the sketch book onto his lap. He flipped to a blank page and began drawing again, harsh dark lines fast and hard. He didn't know what he was drawing until he was done.

When Grell looked at what he drew he drew Undertaker in a different light he drew him on his knees crying over his mother. He sighed and threw his sketch book to the side and stood. He went to Ojīchan's side and kissed his cheek.

"Good night Ojīchan," He was still speaking in his grandfather's native tongue. "See you in the morning."

His grandfather nodded and told him they had guests tomorrow after court. Grell only nodded and went to his bed room. He collapsed on his old bed and sighed into the pillow. He gasped when he smelled the pillow case. He turned to his stomach and groaned. His arms grabbed the pillow holding it close.

"I'm so pissed at you. Yet I miss you. You distance yourself and now your gone. I hardly see you. I want you back," He whispered to the pillow. He rubbed his face in his boss's scent. "Ugh, I hate you."

Grell didn't hear when his door opened and a tall figure slinked in. Eyes watched the male lay on his stomach. Walking to the bed the figure sat slowly. Grell bolted up and saw the figure, not recognizing the figure. Grell sent a flying punch to the intruder. It was stopped like nothing. He narrowed his eyes.

"There is only two people in the world that can catch my hits." He mused to the darkened man. "Ojichan and Sebastian. You are too tall to be Ojīchan so you must be-"

"Sebastian Michealis at your service Grell Sutcliff."

Grell grinned and lunged forward and grabbed Sebastian in a tight hug. "Oh, Sebas!" He felt the male rub his back. "I was not told you were here."

"Aye, Ojīchan told me you were here, and I was in town so I came over." Sebastian told the red-head. "But it looks like you were ready to go to sleep, seeing how you punched me." Grell gave a small apologetic smile. Sebastian stood slowly. "Then let's sleep." Sebastian dropped his pants and took off his shirt. Sebastian lay down and grabbed Grell around the waist.

Gasping Grell grabbed Sebastian's arms. "What are you doing?" He turned his head to Sebastian. This was so out of the blue. This was so unlike Sebastian. Grell didn't want this he almost felt like he was cheating. "Sebas-" Grell couldn't finish what he was about to tell his old boyfriend due to lips ceasing his words.

Grell gasped again into Sebastian's mouth as a tongue invaded his mouth. He closed his eyes and his hands slid up Sebastian's chest slowly. He kissed back slowly the kiss. In his mind flashed a brilliant smile and silver-green eyes. Seeing the picture perfect face was next. He moaned into the kiss that was given by the wrong man who didn't match the man that he was kissing. His red nails dug into the taught tight chest. He ripped his mouth away from his ex's.

"Stop," Hard kisses were on his neck and collar-bone. "Sebastian stop, this isn't right. I love another man." He couldn't stop himself before he said it. He pushed his fist against his open lips. He didn't expect the next thing that Sebastian did.

He smiled.

Sebastian smiled at Grell and nodded. "I knew you'd say that. I just had to make sure you were so into him that I couldn't get anywhere. I thought it would take a lot longer to get me to stop." He told his red-headed ex. Sebastian touched Grell's cheek. "But, now that I know I won't try anything unless you want me too. Or if you start it." A devilish smile on his lips. Grell turned away from the male. He gave a slow sigh.

He hadn't figured it his night would end up with him in bed with another man.

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In the morning Grell woke up in a tangle of limbs with Sebastian. Ojichan was at his door knocking lightly. Grell gave a shout to say that he was up. Grell detached himself from his ex and started for the bathroom to take a shower. After his shower, he came into his room and began to dig through his suitcase with a towel wrapped around his waist. He put on a dress shirt and dress pants and he was ready to go. He brushed his growing out hair. He sighed seeing Sebastian in his bed undisturbed and he shivered rolling his shoulders.

Grell grabbed his phone and tried to call Undertaker once again.

It rang. And rang. And rang.

No answer.

Grell called several more times hoping that Undertaker would answer his call. He needed to hear his voice. He just needed to. He's gone. Grell was loosing another person, because he pushed him away. He reeled him in then pushed him away like a used hamburger wrapper. He groaned a little too loud, because the next thing he heard was Sebastian's voice.

"What's the matter Grell, miss me that much?" Sebastian's voice was soft and deep at the same time that sent shivers up Grell's spine like it always did. "Come here Grell,"

"N-no. I have to get ready to go do this stupid shit. I just had to touch my dad for a stupid reason." He still had his back to the bed. He heard it creak. Then light hands grabbed his shoulders pulling him back. Grell shivered more when he felt the rock solid chest against his back. "Sebas, please. Please just stop." Yet he didn't pull away from the other man as he grabbed him more. "I'm not in the mood nor do I want this."

"But your always in the mood. Always," Sebastian spoke into his ear now. "I remember how we always had to do it. You love sex. You want it all the time. You're thinking about it right now, whether it is with me or not." Sebastian wrapped his arms around him more and kissed his neck.

"Stop it, just stop. I don't want that from you." Grell told him removing his hands from around his body. "Sebastian, maybe I would have a week or so ago, but now. I don't." He pulled away and sighed shaking his head.

How could he still like someone who turned his whole life and world upside down. Now he learned that he was that stupid kid that hit him and then ran. Now he met that same kid when he was older and mature with some slight problems. Then not knowing until now that he... he... loved him. How could his life be torn down and then spread out and he was still holding onto that little life line because of one person? Could Grell even feel happiness due to his life as it was now?

"But Grell..."

"Sebastian! Just give up! I have to go to court. And if you are not gone by the time Ojīchan and I are back, I will be pissed and I will personally kick you out before your asked to tea." Grell snapped and turned to his bedroom door. "Goodbye Sebas,"

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Grell and Ojīchan were at court waiting to be called in for their small hearing and Grell lay on his grandfather's arm sighing. They didn't figure on Sacha and Paula showing up. So they figured that this was going to be easy and no one would get angry. Grell could stand for that. Once all this was taken care of it would be a nice week. Calm.

Grell was trying to clean up all the messes in his life so he could relax. Will was happy, Grell was getting there. If Undertaker ever decided to come back he would get on his knees and beg for his forgiveness. Everyone knew the elder deserved it. Grell iced him out right after using him after so many times, and when Undertaker apologized so many times. Grell felt like an ass.

"Good morning son," Grell snapped from his thoughts when he heard the deep German voice.

Looking up Grell scowled as he saw Sacha walking toward them with Paula in tote. Grell raised his eyebrows and looked at the woman. She looked down blushing. Grell looked her over and saw a very pregnant belly.

"That's not mine old man," He shot back in German. "She is way too pregnant for that to be mine."

"I know." Sacha grinned.

"You're a sick old man." Grell growled. "And you're a little cunt," Grell shot to her, making her cry immediately.

Ojīchan set a hand on Grell's leg and murmured in Japanese. "Enough,"

Grell shut up and stared at his once to be wife and his disgusting father. He shuttered and pulled out his phone. He decided to text his boss to see if he could get ahold of him like that.

[Undertaker, I need to talk to you,]

He looked up and noticed that his father and Paula had to sit directly across from him. He snarled at them. He lulled his head back and sighed. Soon something slid into his lap. Looking down Grell saw his sketch book. Ojīchan put it in his bag just incase Grell needed it, and he of course was right, his grandson needed it.

Grell smiled at him and took the pencil offered. He began to draw flowers. Flowers that reminded Grell of Undertaker.

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"Uncle?" His soft voice carried. He dropped his bags at the front door and kicked his shoes off. "Uncle, I'm here!" He called out again making his way through his uncles large home. He was in England. And arrived today. Slipping through the home and to where he thought his uncle would be in his work shop. Undertaker moved through the home and spotted one of the maids and stopped her. "I have m things by the front door, can you take them to my room."

She nodded and scurried off.

Undertaker then kept walking and found his Uncle in his study leaning back in his big chair smoking a pipe. Someone sat across from him drinking something out of a tumbler.

"As I was saying Lawrence, we make this deal and we could make lots of money." The male sitting in the high back chair was speaking lowly yet he had an excited tone in his voice. Undertaker rounded the man slowly checking him out. He was about his uncle's age with black hair and dull green eyes. If Undertaker thought about it, he sort of looked like an older version of Will. Even then he was reminded yet again of the red-headed male.

"Ahh, my favorite nephew, I'm glad you arrived safely." His uncle eyed his suit and gave an approving nod. "Nephew, this man here goes by nothing, but Suit. So please address him as so."

"Yes Uncle."

"Sit, we are discussing my business."

The man nodded to Undertaker as he sat. The two older men began where they left off. He sat and listened to his Uncle's conversation as he stared at all the gray hair he has gotten over the years. His mustache and hair was still graying yet there was still lots of gray.

His uncles job was to make custom glasses. It was surprisingly a big thing. Undertaker kept yawning and yawning he needed some rest. When he saw the opportune to tell his uncle he needed a rest was when Suit stood up and poured himself more whiskey.

"Uncle, I had a long flight. So I am going to get some rest."

"That sounds good. Go rest and I will send for you when it's time for supper." Lawrence smiled lightly. "Good night Nephew."

Undertaker gave a nod and made his way out of the room snagging a bottle of liquor from his uncles table. He heard him tsking from behind him yet he ignored his uncle and ambled out of the room taking the stairs to his room. He climbed them slowly, twisting the top off and bringing the liquor to his lips taking deep chugs from the bottle. As he reached the top of the stairs he began chugging a bit more. Undertaker thought that he would have one of the maids get him more later, before or after dinner.

Walking through the halls slowly he made it to his room where he found his suitcases. He sighed and plopped down on the bed and tipped the bottle up drinking deeply. When the bottle fell from his lips he gave a loud burp and sigh afterward. He groaned and looked at his phone. He saw missed calls and a few messages.

He listened to voice mails, read the messages, and stared at the number he became so accustom to. All of it... all of the messages were from him. That crazy red-head.

Undertaker couldn't believe that he fell so fast and hard for him. He groaned capping the bottle just falling back onto his bed more. He closed his eyes. Flashes of his employee flashed through his head, his smile, laugh, his stupid little quips. Groaning he rolled to his stomach his head in the too soft pillows. Groaning more loudly his hands gripped the sheets and held on tight.

While in the midst of thinking and remembering Undertaker fell asleep. He fell into a deep sleep.

His face came closer and closer. Lips tilted in a smile.

Undertaker looked around and saw that they were at the bar. He was sitting in one of the chairs in front of the stage, he was looking up at the stage where Grell was crawling toward him slowly on his hands and knees, his hair long like he saw in one of the photos he was shown. The crimson red hair covered his arms and back. Undertaker grinned and reached out to him. All the red-head did was shake his head slowly.

Getting so close Grell stood up on his knees his hair falling over his chest, hands sliding down his sides to caress his own hips, he cocked his head a big smile on his face for the older man. Sliding one foot under his body at a time he raised his arms touching himself and moving his body sexually for the male. Undertaker groaned as he watched his lover move and sway slowly.

He soon approached and hopped off the stage as graceful as Undertaker has ever seen anyone do, as if he had wings. Undertaker couldn't help to think that Grell was an angel. The small body swayed and glided over to him. Undertaker's eyes couldn't stay off of him as Grell slid into his lap, fingers sliding down his face, grabbing hold of his hair Undertaker was pulled forward.

Undertaker withered as he felt those soft lips against his, that small body pressing to his own, fingers tangling in his hair. He was doing something a stripper should never do. Kiss the customer. Grell worked his hips over Undertaker's body as he kissed him tongue pushing into his mouth like he always remembered. Undertaker couldn't help holding a moan in his throat.

Grabbing Grell's hips he pushed and pulled on them his head knocking back as the red-head started to nip and lick his neck. Moaning as Grell pulled away.

Grell was looking up and then his smile grew large.

The smaller slid off of Undertaker's lap, and in that moment he blinked and saw all the scars on his body. They were small and yet still distinctive. He knew in that moment that he was the one that had given all those scars to him, whether it was from the crash or if it was by spirit, that Grell gave those to himself after his mother's passing. Undertaker just knew.

Grell took off at a dead run to another customer flinging himself into their arms. Grell gave a soft squeak as he was hugged tightly and spun around. Undertaker turned in his chair and saw the figure. The blonde and black hair, and the shining green eyes. Undertaker growled under his breath seeing the red-head go to someone who hurt him so much, the one that would just do it all again.

Undertaker walked up to Grell grabbing his wrist pulling him close, small slender hands flattened against his hard toned chest as Grell tiptoed tilting his head kissing his neck slowly, his nails digging into his chest, in an almost loving way. Undertaker gave a soft growl. He let Grell kiss and lick his neck. He gave a soft groan. Undertaker knew the second Grell was tugged away.

Opening his eyes Undertaker saw Grell tugged against the smaller, the male with the two-tone hair grabbed Grell's face kissing him deeply with passion, force, and anger. Undertaker felt that anger build in him. He watched as Grell kissed his ex-lover back with all the same emotion. Undertaker shook with anger as the one he loved was pushed and pulled back to his ex-lover that beat and raped him. He saw Grell smile into the shorter's lips, giving a low moan.

"No!"

"No!" Undertaker jumped in bed and gasped. "No, Grell," he shook his head and sat up, he blinked.

He woke himself up. He hated when he did that. Leaning forward he grabbed his hair, pulling it tight. Undertaker shook his head slowly, he reached for the bottle taking a big drink. Picking up his phone he scrolled down to his name and picture he smiled then tossed his phone before he could do anything stupid like call him in the middle of the night and talk drunkenly, then admit things he wanted to forget.

A small knock was on the door, "Mr. Anderson, sir, are you awake?"

"Sure, whatever." He grumbled lowly.

"Your Uncle wants to see you,"

"Yeah, fine." He said out loud. "Be there in a minute."

"Very well, sir."

Grunting Undertaker got up from his bed, then immediately sat back down. Dizzy, to dizzy to stand that fast. Undertaker took a few deep breaths and stood again. Not that dizzy this time around, so he decided it would be okay to walk back to his Uncles study.

Slowly he made it there. His uncle stood by the big window fiddling with a pair of glasses. Undertaker cleared his throat. His uncle turned around. "Uncle Law," Undertaker spoke quietly.

"Hm, oh, come in nephew, come in." Lawrence turned around smiling his mustache covering his lips, yet to the trained eye, you would know he was smiling. "So, I have a job for you, you brought it of course?"

"I did,"

"Good," Lawrence tilted his head down with an evil smile. "My money has not come in over a month I need you to pay a visit to this man here," He was suddenly holding a strip of paper. He held it out and Undertaker took it. "I want it done, by the morning. I'm assuming you got rest?"

"Yes, I did Uncle,"

"Good, dismissed." A beat later. "Make it messy and painful."

"Yes Uncle Law,"

"Oh and the amount is on the slip as usual, but if you happen to come across more, please help yourself." Undertaker nodded. This was his dismissal.

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In his room, Undertaker dressed in all black from head to toe, it almost looked like he was getting ready to go to his bar. But he was now on a mission. He pushed his gun into the back of his pants. He hated carrying it like that but, this was always needed in times like these. When he did his uncles work, well that was a different story. Giving himself a once over he pulled out his cell phone and barked an order over the phone.

He shifted his shoulders and shook the dizziness from his mind, he stole out of his room and then down the stairs stiff backed. The maids made room for him admiring his with lowered eyes. Some even watched him grow up and become who he was. They still watched the too handsome man take the steps quickly, some of the younger maids would openly gawk not used to his presence.

Undertaker made it down to the bottom of the stairs and through the foyer, then out the front door of the big mansion, he has grown fond of. When outside he saw his slick black car sitting there idling, he smiled at himself. He was home for now but the ache for America would come soon, for his bar, for his friends and for that damned red-head he needed to get out of his mind. Yet he'd feel it anyhow. And soon.

In his car he sat for a minute and took a minute to read the slip Lawrence gave him.

Kelvin

982 Century Drive

Money owed: 137,000

Shaking his head he gave a smirk, he's had to do this for much less. Yet he didn't mind this would keep his mind busy. He shifted the car and was on his way down the long drive. He drove through town the window down. Although it was pretty cold, he loved the smell of England in the winter. His hand was out the window along with half of his head. He smiled as he felt the hair blew away from his eyes.

He almost felt free.

Soon that would end as he pulled a block from the home was about to enter. A shiver ran down Undertaker's spine as he got out of the car. He would walk down the block and turn the corner and his target would be there. But first, he had to dig through his trunk, and get what was needed. Undertaker pulled his black hoodie on pulling the hood up and over his hair, one would only see the silver the fell over his shoulders.

He dug through his trunk, finding his old satchel he threw it over his shoulder after he dug through it. Undertaker found exactly what he needed. Someone took care of it. "Aww, someone does care."

Undertaker closed the trunk shifted his gun that was in his pants to his sweater pocket. Moments later he was ringing a doorbell on a town house. He knew he looked a bit shady, yet as the door was answered a small smile spread on a man's face.

"Come in, come in, you must be the new customer I have heard about,"

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