Death had been a parent before but this was in
the grim times and he had just let his personal
guard take care of it, maybe thats where it all
went wrong...Now Death faced a foe like no other
... a dirty diapa. The stench rose to his nostrils
he puled his mask down onto his face
son giggled as he rolled in his own mess.
He was Death incarnate,Lord Death himself he was
not to be defeated by a dirty diapa.
20 mins later
"Aga ago," his child who he decided to name Death the
kid sat happily on his lap playing on his lap playing
with his mask "Miwne!" Kid said pulling it off his face
with alot of force for a baby. He was developing fast
due to his reaper body, he could already form words
primative or not.
They were alot alike, Father and son, their thick black hair
interupted by three black lines but Death's lines,
being the more expirienced Shinigami, connected all the way
round his head instead of halfway for kid.
"Time for bed" Death growled, this kid was starting to annoy
him, why had he agreed to go along with Stien's
plan. Thier golden eyes met, he was kinda cute. The way his
chubby fingers eplored his mask... He prised it out of his
hands. A Shinigami could not be seen like this, what if Spirit
or Stien walked in they would see his true form... but kid
but Kid seemed to prefer it this way.
"I suppose you can stay up a little longer... Kiddo,"Death
whispered to his son. Kid giggled at his new nick-name...