Hello Again (Undertaker x reader)

He didn't answer. Instead, he moved away, staring down at the floor, "You really caused a mess here."

Taking a look myself, I realized what he meant. I forgot about my injury a while ago, seeing drops of blood decorating the wooden floor. "Says you, who never cleans this place. The dust on the shelves are thicker than my tiny finger."

"It gives the place a certain charm."

"Oh yeah, I love the smell of a lazy mortician in the morning."

He grinned wide, ignoring my comment, "Get used to it, because you are going to smell it more often."

"Is that yes then?"

His finger touched his lips, looking confused, "About what?"

"I asked you something before...how can you forget that quickly?"

"Habit."

"Habit my ass. Do I get an answer or what?"

He took his time...staring back at the floor.

"I never get out these stains."

"ANSWER DAMN IT!"

As if. Undertaker just left the room without a word, refusing to answer me. Just as I was to go after him, the room was spinning. The cut was deeper than I thought. With no other options left, I stayed in bed. This mortician took an awfully long time to return. The sun was rising, shining into the windows, blinding my sight.

"Unnie? ...Unnie!"

I wasn't aware were he went to. It didn't take long for him, to get what he wanted.

Around that time, Sebastian and Grelle arrived at the shop. Without knocking, the butler slammed the door open.

"N/A, come out!"

In the bedroom, I his under the sheets, praying not to be found by him.

"I know you in here somewhere!"

Grelle sat on one of the coffins, doing his nails. He was not bothered to help me out. All that reaper wanted, is to be alone with his hot shot demon.

Shaking violently, the door was opened. The sound of steps weren't Undertaker's shoes. I didn't had to look of who that was, standing at the bedside, "Having fun N/A?" Stopping my breath wasn't helping me out here. With someone pulling on the sheet, it was thrown off me and to the floor. Like a frightened puppy I curled up and whimpered.

"No more Mr. Niceguy with you."

I winced, as his gloved hand grabbed mine, forcing me out of bed. The spinning came back and dropped to the ground like a broken doll. Sebastian assumed that I pulled an act, forcing me back on my feet.

"You're hurting me!"

"Someone like you doesn't deserve gentle procedure. Get up!"

"Ow!!!"

Suddenly, a certain mortician took a the door, "Is that a way to treat your ex wife?"

The demon growled, seeing the reaper, "Ex wife?!"

Undertaker giggled, coming closer to us, "Well...not yet. The papers are signed, it is only a matter of time."

"She is still my wife, I can do as I please!"

Afraid of his eyes, I whimpered again. He wont punish me this time. This time, he will beat me up. A shine of Silver was appearing before Sebastian's neck. Looking up, it was a sythe. I swear I saw it before.

"I won't tolerate violence against a woman. I am afraid you cannot take her with you."

"You want to pick a fight?"

The mortician shook his head, "I ask you to step back and let me treat her wounds."

Just then, the demon showed at me a lot closer. Full of rage, he didn't notice my hands. Growling deep, he left go of me and left the room. Passing the reaper he whipsered to him, that he won't see the last of him.

Undertaker carried my body back on to the bed. With a scared voice I asked him were he was. He grabbed something from his coat. A flat, rectangle item...with a delicious scent coming my way.

"Chocolate?"

"It will help you."

He giggles, as I sat there like a hamster, nibbling on the sweet. Next, there were a needle and threat in his hands. Curious, I looked at him, raising a brow.

"Those wounds need to be stitched."

More pain?! I moaned frustrated, "Can't you glue it together?"

"No, give me your hand."

I refused.

"N/A, it has to be stitched."

"Noooo."

Undertaker used his soft voice to ease my fear, pulling me into his lap. Still munching don't the chocolate, he slowly grabbed my hand. The first contact with the needle was extremely painful, burying my head into his chest.

"That's it, keep still."

After a while, it wasn't as painful as before. My mind was elsewhere.

"Undertaker, what did you mean by ex wife? I am not divorced to Sebastian."

"While you were asleep, I got everything signed and ready for a divorce."

I looked at him in disbelieve, "Wait, you knew I wanted a divorce, before I told you?"

"I knew all along. I regret my decision back then. It was a bad idea to marry you off to that butler."

"Now, you can change this. You still have a question to answer."

He began to chuckle, "You never give up, do you?"

"Come on," I got a little closer to his fac, "just one word."

"Maybe?"

"That's not it."

During our little conversation, I.didn't notice, that he was done with the stitching. Two lines were on both sides, from my thumb to the middle finger. Pleased with his word, he removed the needle and threat, "You said one word...so there you have it."

"I am injured, tired and hurt...just give me an answer I can work with."

Out of the blue, his lips kissed the side of mine, "Does this satisfy you?"

I frowned, "It would have...if you aimed right."

"All in good times...just get some rest." With one hand, he grabbed the large sythe leaning against the wall. This got me curious, "Why do you have a sythe anyway."

"It is for my backyard."

"Such a huge one?"

He smiled, "It's a huge yard."

Leaving me alone, I cuddled up intot ye bedsheets again. I heard his steps downstairs, moving around constantly. Just as I was about to close my eyes, I realized something.

"Wait a sec...there is no backyard!!!"

As on cue, hysterical laughter came from downstairs. Do I really want to marry that?!