OKAY DON'T KILL ME I JUST WANTED LITTLE BBY DEATH THE KID TO GET A MOMMY OKAY AHBAKCJABK

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I never knew my mother.

I didn't think I've ever had one.

I was a Death God, born from the fragments of what my father was.

But for some reason, I get the feeling I've had a mother.

I get the feeling, my father- had fallen in love before.

I've mentioned it countless of times to him as we've had some of our somewhat questioning father-son bonding moments. I always brought up the topic of 'my mother' during these times; he always seemed to brush it off and reply with blunt answers of who I was and what I was made of. But I wasn't fooled, I was all too used to his lies that I saw through most of them. He was lying as he spoke those words, somewhere; somehow I seemed to sense a small sense of guilt in his voice. Sadness even. Was that possible coming from a man such as him? I looked up to my father, respected him, and I knew well that there weren't many things that made him sound so uneven. So unbalanced. Somewhere I knew though, my answer would come.

And it didn't take long either.

It was just at the dawn of the Kishin's awakening that I met her.

A woman.

I was shocked at first, seeing a lady near my father in his quarters. She had long flaxen, curly gold hair and an innocent yet mature face that seemed too kind yet too knowledgeable for this world. Her face held happiness the first time I saw it, pure happiness and bliss and I watched the golden honey eyes that beamed back at my own icy cold ones. I had questioned it at first, mentally, my two partners also taken aback at her appearance. Gold clasp's were around her arms and her dress was made up of loose silken material that seemed to float around her mystical being. Loose pieces of fabric that seemed a little off in placed onto seemed to compliment her graceful attire. She was barefooted and two bangles of bells hung around her ankles that rang like little chimes with ever step she took, just sitting atop of her head was something that resembled of that of folly- also seemingly made of properly crafted gold.

This was perfect symmetry, she was so beautiful.

There was something about the air in the room that calmed me, I looked over to my father who still had his figure straight and upright. The woman still smiling fondly my way. I was still curious and my father was silent throughout the whole 3 minutes of observation. It was a thick silence, but instead of anything suffocating- the lady seemed to bring an aura of peacefulness despite what was already happening outside. I was relaxed, my tensed shoulders were loose as I tried to get an understanding of the situation.

"Ara, son- you're back early. Where are the others?"

"Coming soon, I had wanted to talk to you about something so I arrived earlier. Am I disturbing you father?"

"Oh dear, you've raised him too formally!"

It was then that my curiosity grew further as I watched her outstretch a hand to playfully hit the Death God, her smile lighting her face once more. Her voice, it was indeed calming as well. Soothing to say, and I just couldn't feel the slightest bit of annoyance in her presence. It seemed impossible almost. The two beside me stood silent, even Patty who was usually loud and boisterous was calmed.

"Can't be helped. I'm a pathetic father."

A sigh from the grim reaper as he gave one of his own chuckles. This was the first time I've ever seen my own father actually relaxing. It wasn't even forced.

"Kid, I want you to meet someone important. I know... it's probably hard to take in. But this beautiful lady here; she's well... your mother." He seemed a little awkward as the words fumbled across his mouth in his song-song voice. But the words that needed to be spoken had been said and I was taken aback despite already getting a guess of what was happening. My eyes widened as I stood somewhat paralysed.

"I think you scared him Shinigami..."

I couldn't even comprehend was what happening, part of me didn't want to. I wanted an answer- sure I did. But like this? It was impossible to tell what I was feeling at this stage as I just stood staring at the two. Only slowly realising that the figure of my mother was approaching me with a smile. I didn't know what to do. Hug her? Shake hands? It was like meeting a stranger that was related to you. I barely did anything before I was slowly embraced, warm hands wrapped themselves around me. I felt her soft touch, the skin that warmed my own cold and dead like ones. It was like I was given life once more. A sense of melancholia washed over me as I melted into the hug and warm touch of the woman. Was this what affection was like? Parental affection?

I felt wet drops splashing on my head as I looked up, she was crying? Had I done something wrong-?

"My child, my son. How sorry I am for not being there with you. How terribly sorry I am for not being able to care for you."

Each word hit a chord in me, she was calling me her child. Son. At this stage I didn't even need an explanation. I didn't want one, all I was happy to know was that I had a mother. I had a parental figure who would be there to care for me. But questions did linger in my head, why had she left? Where had she been in all these years of my life?

"You probably won't be able to forgive an old hag like me but-"

Now she was eye levelled to me, the tears were still flowing but her face portrayed happiness.

"Know that your mama is always here for you alright?"

I barely knew the woman, and yet I got the sense that I've always known her. What was this feeling? It was new to me, just like friendship was. I was confused. She was already treating me with such undeniable kindness, her words were soft and meaningful. Every syllable she spoke was genuine. Remorse, regret, happiness, gratitude. A multitude of emotions swelled. Soon I found a couple of small tears fall on my own unknowing face. The lady laughed, giggled almost as she laid a kiss on my forehead. I felt my cheeks burn, another new feeling. It was lively, I felt alive.

"Kid, would you kindly leave me and your mother alone for awhile? I'm sure both of you will have time to catch up later."

I glanced over to my father and gave him a bewildered look, I really didn't want to leave her presence. I wanted to sit down and ask her about my past, about my father, about everything in their life. Why she left, why I hadn't seen her. Why did she appear? How? When? These questions swirled but I kept quiet and nodded my head. No use bickering.

"Ah wait, are these your partners Kid?"

I glanced back to the lady as she smiled at my two twin pistols who seemed a little frightened at the sudden recognition.

"Yes."

She chuckled as the next few words were spoken, "I thank you for taking care of my boy, he's a little trouble isn't he? Ahh, but how nice he's made such good friends..."

I smiled all the way until my son left my sight, left hearing range until a frown entered my face.

"Don't make a face like that Eve, I'm the one who should be sorry."

"No, no. You know Asura needed to be sealed up. I could be the only one to pressurise that madness down. But now..." I felt more hot tears streamed down my face. Regret and fears entering my mind, my oldest child who had become the Demon God and my younger son who I had never gotten time spent with. No matter how much I wished, a family like this could never be brought together. For those moments I envied other families that led their normals lives; but reminded myself the reason I was there in the first place was to protect human happiness- even at the price of my own. His comical arms wrapped around my, the cold from him melting the heat inside me away. I missed his arms, his warm and comforting words that kept me sane and happy.

"Come now, you have a healthy son that I know wants to spend time with his mother."

"It doesn't help when your the Goddess of Life."

I heard another of his low chuckles, ones that always made me smile "That's right, Death and Life. They were never meant for each other and yet they balance one another out in such a saddened way."

It was true-

I was Life.

He was Death.

We were never meant to be together.

It was a never ending curse from the creators of the universe.

"He has you're features."

"And your eyes and personality."

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