Hey everyone :3 this new fanfic is a DTK dedication. XD Plus we meet Kat, Kid's sister. Anywhoosle I'd like to thank Kaoru97 and death's little sis1 for allowing me to use basic descriptions of Kat. Thanks you guys! Dedicating this chapter to you! :D Hope you all enjoy it! Please review and tell me what you think of it so far! And now without further ado I present to you the first chapter of False Identity
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Her Past and His Hate
Normal POV
"Onii-chan~!" A seven year old girl, in a light pink kimono with a yellow belt, scurries up to her ten year old brother. The young girl had jet black hair with three white stripes on the right side of her head; her brother wore a light blue kimono with a yellow belt and had jet black hair as well only his three white stripes were on the left side of his head. The girl carried a small red ball, "Onii-chan~!" She calls again. Her brother stands up from looking at the small pond in their backyard.
"Yes? What is it, Kat?" Kat's face shines,
"Let's play ball~!" Her brother smiled,
"Alright." He walked to a tiny clearing under a tree while his sister skipped, stumbling on her sandals every few steps. Kat giggled as she faced her brother,
"Ready, Kid-kun~?" Kid nodded with a smile,
"Ready, Kat." Kid's sister laughed and threw the small red ball at him. He caught it and gently tossed it back. A tall black figure watched the two children from the porch, a woman, who reached his shoulder in height, stood next to him. Her light brown hair twisted into a braid in the back and her bangs covered her eyes, she smiled.
"Those two really get along don't they?" The tall figure stated, the woman smiled at him,
"Yes, they sure do, Death." Death looked down at her; though his mask covered it you could tell he had the widest smile on his face.
The woman beamed at him, her golden eyes shining like the sun. Cynthia. Death thought to himself. You're my whole world . . . I'm so lucky to have met you . . . and Kid and Kat are so fortunate to have you as their mother . . . if I lost you . . . I don't know what I'd do. Cynthia stared at him with a small smile, "What's wrong, Death?" She asked with a slight giggle behind her voice, "You've been staring at me for the past eight seconds." The Shinigami flinched slightly,
"Hm? Oh, I'm sorry, Cynthia. I was just lost in thought I suppose." Cynthia smiled and snuggled next to him,
"Death . . . I'm glad to be your wife." Death smiled unseen again,
"Me, too."
Kat and Kid smiled as they played. The once cloudless, blue sky began to hide under a blanket of rain clouds. Kat passed her brother the ball but Kid threw it back a little too hard and it flew over his sister's head. Kat jumped up and reached for it with one arm, when she landed back onto her sandals, she turned to see it roll to a stop in the street behind their backyard. "I'll get it, Onii-chan~." Kat smiled cutely and she scurried to the street but Kid reached out to her,
"Kat! Be careful!" His sister picked the ball up with a charming smile,
"It's alright, Kid, see~?" (A/N I imagined this in slow motion) Kate took a step toward the grass of her backyard, Kid shouted out to her telling her to hurry out of the street. A truck emerged over the hill, Kat turned to see it, her golden eyes widen. A voice cried out and echoed:
"Kat!" Then silence. Rain began to fall heavily, Kat, still holding the ball, stood in the street. Her black hair that fell to her waist was matted down by the rain and her golden eyes stared at what was before her. The truck had stopped and its headlights flashed in the midst of the storm. The driver got out and ran over, shouting. Kat dropped the ball that splashed into a puddle and rolled to the side. Death and Kid ran over.
"Cynthia!" the grown Shinigami shouted.
"Mom!" cried Kid.
The light brunet lay on the drenched black street, unconscious and completely covered in blood. "Oh, my God!" The truck driver cried, "Miss! Miss! Are you alright? Miss!" Death looked at him,
"Help me bring her inside the house!" He ordered and the driver nodded,
"Right." The Shinigami then looked at Kid,
"Kid, take Kat inside." Kid only nodded, still dazed; then he looked at his little sister. She stared at the same place as before, her pale face icy calm as were her golden eyes. He extended his hand and Kat looked at it and unblinkingly took it. Death and the truck driver hurried into the huge house while Kid and Kat walked slowly through the torrential downpour, silent and dazed.
. . .
Cynthia lay in her bed; the room she was in was dark, the only light provided was through a window to the right of her bed. The doctor walked in and the door closed in front of Death's children. Kat shifted her eyes at Kid, whose bangs sheltered his face, then back and the wall in front of them. The truck driver was explaining what had happened, Kat had guessed this from his faint voice mumbling from the other side of the bedroom wall. Then it was quiet. The door opened and the truck driver left. He looked into Kid and Kat's eyes with sadness, condolences, and regret. The doctor came out after and looked at the two black and white-haired children. "Your mother wishes to see you two." He gestured them into the room, with longing golden eyes, the siblings cautiously peered into it before looking at the doctor then they walked into the room.
The two walked over to their mother's bedside. Seeing her mother injured and frail, Kat ran over to the left side of the bed, tears pouring down her round eyes, she held onto Cynthia's hand for dear life. "Mommy? Mommy! Are you ok?!" Cynthia was silent for a moment then slowly opened her golden eyes and smiled at her daughter, "Yes, dear. I'm just a little tired. Was your ball damaged?" Kat smiled and brought her mother's hand to her cheek,
"No, Mommy, it's fine." Cynthia nodded very weakly,
"Good, I'm glad." She murmured then Kat's smile dropped.
"Mommy? Why are you so tired?"
"Hm? Oh, the doctor just gave me something to help my injuries and it's making me a little sleepy . . . that's all my dear . . . you don't have to worry." She gently and weakly stroked Kat's tear-stained cheek with her long, slender, pale fingers. Kat giggled feebly as she held her mother's hand gently between hers,
"Maybe tomorrow me and you can play ball ok?" Cynthia smiled weakly,
"Of course, I'd like that, dear."
"But you have to promise first."
"I promise." She replied her voice just above a whisper, "But you have to do something for me, Kat." The seven year old blinked her round golden eyes,
"What's that, Mommy?"
"You . . . have to promise you'll be strong for me."
"Wh-what do you mean, Mommy? I'm strong." Cynthia stared into her golden eyes with her own,
"Just promise me, dearie." Kat nodded after a moment,
"Yes, Mommy, I will." Kat's mother smiled faintly and with as much strength her body withheld, she closed her eyes and summoned two sakura flowers that attached to the front two locks of Kat's hair. The weak woman smiled,
"There you are . . . as pretty as a sakura flower . . . they look so nice . . . with that kimono." Kat's eyes drifted to her hair accessories then to her mother,
"Thank you, Mommy, they're beautiful." She smiled an innocent smile, "But not as beautiful as you." Cynthia smiled,
"Thank you, dear. How sweet of you." She stared lovingly at her daughter then looked at her son, "Kid . . . I'd like to speak with you now." Kid dipped his head and swallowed the lump in his throat,
"Yes, Mom."
Death looked at his daughter, "Kat, would you mind waiting outside in the hall for a moment please, dear?" Kat looked at him,
"Yes, Daddy." She looked at her mother, "Remember your promise, Mommy. Feel better! I love you." Cynthia smiled,
"I will, Kat. I love you, too. More than you could ever imagine." Mother and daughter's hands released and Kat was guided outside by her father. She looked back at her mother, worriedly. When Death had made it outside of the room with Kat, his daughter grabbed his large white hand before he could withdraw back.
"Daddy, will Mommy be ok?" Death was silent for a moment then held her hand back,
"Of course she will, Kat, in fact she'll be as good as new by tomorrow." Kat smiled innocently at him,
"That's good, that means Mommy and I can play together~!" Death was silent for another moment then released her hand,
"Yes, Kat. That's right." He forced his voice to make it keep its usual jolly tone and without another word he left his daughter and walked into his room and shut the door gently. He made his way over to his wife and son who stood on the left side of Cynthia's bed. Cynthia held Kid's hand.
"Kid . . . you have to promise me to take care of Kat, alright?" Kid swallowed and nodded,
"Yes, Mom." He said hoarsely.
"The reason why she has to be strong . . . is because of the power that she has." She took in a breath, "Both you and her souls are strong . . . just like your father's." She smiled at Death when she said this. Her husband dipped his head in acknowledgment. Cynthia returned her gaze to her son, "You have to use your power wisely and be careful . . . there are people out there who will want that power for their own selfish purposes . . ." She trailed away to catch her breath and she closed her eyes. Kid held her hand tighter,
"Mom, save your strength!" She opened her eyes again, the golden light slowly fading,
"No . . . it's alright, my dear Kid." She took in her last breath and she said, "Please . . . take care of Kat . . . please . . . promise me." Kid began to cry; he bowed his head and squeezed his eyes shut as huge tears poured down his face,
"I will, Mom, I vow as my place as a Shinigami I'll protect her with my life. I love you so much." Cynthia smiled and without another word, she closed her eyes, her hand went limp in Kid's . . . and her life evaporated into nothingness.
Death bowed his head in sorrow and Kid threw himself to his knees and clutched his mother's lifeless hand between his and held it to his heart as he wept. Kat, who stood outside the room, patiently waited for her father and brother to emerge. She hugged her knees on the floor and stared at the wall, completely unaware of what happened in her parent's dark room. She fiddled with the flowers in her fingers; her mother still had some powers left in her to create them. Kat was always in awe when her mother used her magic. She wanted to be just like her.
A few minutes passed and Death and Kid finally walked out of the room. Kat stood quickly and just caught her mother's still, motionless form in the bed before her father closed the door. Cynthia's hands were clasped over her chest and her eyes were closed. Kat looked up at her father with round, innocent, golden eyes, "Daddy, when will Mommy wake up?" Death swallowed and took her up in his arms,
"She won't, sweetheart."
"Whataya mean?!" Kat cried, her eyes wide,
"She's . . . no longer a part of this world, Kat."
"What?!"
"She's dead, Kat!" Kid exclaimed, crying and his golden eyes were blazing with anger, "Mom is dead! Mom is dead! What can't you understand, you idiot!" Death looked at his son,
"Kid, I know it's hard . . . it's hard for all of us but Kat's still young, you have to remember that." Kid looked away, crying more. Kat stared at her father,
"B-but she promised we'd play tomorrow!" Death sniffled behind his mask and began to walk down the hall while Kat sobbed and reached an arm to her mother's door, "She promised! No! Stop! Don't take me away! I need to wake Mommy up! Mommy!"
. . .
It was now eleven o'clock at night. The family of three was still grieving their loss but they were over the shock, just slightly though. The three stood in Kid and Kat's room, the siblings shared their room, each with an enormous bed, with a silk curtain draped over the head, of their own on different sides of the room. Death sat on Kat's bed, his daughter nestled against his black body. It was silent, Kid stood a few feet away from his father and sister, his head bowed. After moments of silence, Death looked at each of his children before standing up, "How about I make us some hot chocolate, alright?" He managed to bring the joy back to his voice, but his children didn't reply and he headed out the door, "I'll be right back, you two." He shut the door leaving Kid and Kat in a dark, moonlight room of silence. Then Kat broke the stillness, she looked at her brother with round eyes,
"Onii-san? . . . Is Mommy coming back?" Her brother looked away and clutched a fist,
"No." Kat looked at her feet and barely heard what her brother said next, "It's all your fault."
"What did you say, Kid-kun?" She asked, at this Kid roared at her, his golden eyes ablaze with fury and hot tears streaming from them,
"I said it's your fault that Mom died! She jumped in front of you to push you out of the way of that truck! She got hit! It should have been you, Kat! It should have been you! You should have gotten hit not Mom! You hear me?! You should have died Kat! You! I hate you, Kat! I hate you! I hope you rot and die out of the streets! I hope you leave and never come back!" Kat's eye widened in pure horror and what she was hearing,
"Kid . . . you don't mean that!" She cried Kid stood in front of her, irate,
"You don't think so?! Then maybe you'll rethink that: get out of Gallows Mansion and do. Not. Come. Back!"
Kat began to sob, she covered her mouth with a hand and ran out of the room, and Kid cried in the room and didn't call her back.
Kat slipped her sandals on and ran out of Gallows Mansion, tears escaping her eyes and into the air behind her. She stumbled a few times, but got up and kept running. Onii-san really hates me. She thought. I didn't mean to kill Mommy! I didn't! I'm sorry, Kid! I won't come back to Gallows Mansion, just like you want. If it'll make you happy again I'll do it. I just want you to be happy again. So I'll leave. Goodbye, Daddy. Goodbye, Onii-san. I love you though you may not love me anymore.
~Eight years later~
Kat opened to her eyes and looked around. Another flashback. She thought. I wish they would stop coming! I'll never forget what happened eight years ago! I'm fifteen now and it'll never leave me at peace . . . never. She looked down to see herself standing in front of her mother's grave. Kat now wore a long-sleeved black shirt with white cuffs around her wrists and a white collar as well as long black jeans. When she lived on the streets, people recognized her as Death's daughter and when she insisted she didn't want to go home as she still needed time to heal after losing her mother, they gave her many clothes that fit her nicely. She kept the pink sakura flowers in her hair ever since her mother gave them to her that fateful day. Kat's lip quivered. I'm sorry, Mom, I didn't mean to kill you. I didn't mean to! A tear trickled down her cheek and she grasped the flowers with the fingers. To make Onii-chan happy again I decided to leave Death Gallows and never come back . . . I've held that promise for these past eight years. She pulled the flowers out of her hair and laid them in front of her mother's grave. She stared at the stone that read: "Rest in Eternal Peace, Cynthia. She was a loyal, beautiful, faithful wife and mother to the end. Giving her life for the ones she loved." Kat swallowed, she knew that statement referred to her.
She then heard a noise from behind and turned herself invisible with her Shinigami powers. She had learned and mastered them over time. Silently, she crept a few feet away from the tomb and was shocked at who the newcomer was: none other than Death the Kid himself. He wore a white dress shirt with a black one over it, on his collar was a skull. He wore black pants and black shoes. Kat watched as her brother stared at their mother's grave. He was too overwhelmed in grief to notice her soul's wavelength. Then she watched in dismay when his eyes widened at what they saw: two sakura flowers. "So . . ." Kid said, "she came back." Kat couldn't bear to hear anymore and without another word, she summoned her black angel wings and silently flew off. What happened that one fateful day in her past caused his hate for her. Kat was completely different after she left her home: she never spoke to anyone, not even aloud to herself, and she was always by herself, even as an outcast of her home she never interacted with Death City's denizens . . . after that incident . . . maybe it was best . . . she thought.
There's chapter one! Anyways I hope you guys like it! Poor Kat! She feels leaving would make her Onii-chan happy! What do you think? Do you think Kid still hates her? Let me know in your reviews! :D See ya next time! P.S Please check out my other fanfics :)