The halls of the DWMA were decorated in jack-o-lanterns, orange and black streamers, and intricately painted skulls. Even if it was a high school, Lord Death couldn't help it. Halloween was one of his favorite holidays. It was a clever disguise for his love of Dias de los Muertos. Day of the Dead. The holiday held a special place in his heart, even if he couldn't leave the city to see it any longer. He could still remember his days of venturing to Mexico to witness the festivities and help a select few in need of some holiday cheer.
He was so glad his son could witness it, even if he couldn't.
In class Crescent Moon, students were finishing up a short quiz. Death the Kid sat reading a book, having already finished his. His head shot up suddenly; a distant look in his eyes. He quickly got out of his seat and made his way to the exit.
"Kid?" Liz asked him. He didnt acknowledge it, and left the class.
Once in the hallway, he picked up his pace from a walk to a jog. Then to a run, until he was sprinting out of the door of his father's school, with one destination in mind. Though, he had no idea where it came from.
Lord Death was waiting just outside the school doors. Right on cue, his son burst through the doors, hopped on his skateboard, and took off- hellbent for the border.
Lord Death chuckled. "I remember those days"
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The streets of Mexico were alive with the sounds of cheering and laughter. The street lights washed the parade in a light that gave off a relaxed feeling. Children ran around with their friends; their faces painted like skulls in various different colors and designs.
While the festival revoled around the death of loved ones, it was not a time of sorrow. Dia de los Muertos celebrated the lives of the lost and honored them with prayers, sugar skulls, marigolds, and the favorite foods of the decesed. All of this was placed in their grave in hopes of bringing back their spirit for a short while.
The Grim Reaper was also something honored during this time. Without him, one's soul would be trapped to wander aimlessly for all eternity with no sense of closure. He was the one that could bring peace to the dead and, maybe, bring them home for a little while to celebrate.
A little girl knelt in front of a grave. Her petite hands were stained green and yellow from the marigolds she had picked and strewn on top of it. The smell of vegetable soup filled the air. The small bowl sat next to the sugar skull she had saved up enough money for. It was pink. The color had been her mother's favorite.
As the sound of the festival went on in the distance, she began to talk to her deceased mother. She spoke of how many friends she had made in the neighbourhood and of how her grandmother had tought her to sew and cook vegetable soup.
The girl asked her mother what heaven was like and said she hoped she was happy there.
The child felt a weight on her shoulder. A small breeze drifted theough her hair; it carried the sound of a sweet chuckle. What felt like a hand caressed her cheek in soothing manner, wiping away a tear streak.
The girl smilled.
A few grave stones away from the girl and the spirit of her mother, a young reaper stood watching. He had brought the girl's mother back for a few moments as comfort. Oddly enough, he could sense her struggle from Nevada and was drawn to her, as if on autopilot.
The mother turned her head towards him. She smiled softly. He nodded back.
Just so you know, I had to edit and reupload this 3 times and I did the whole thing on mobile, just saying. this Iis my first finfic, reviews are greatly appreciated