A/N: Deny Everything and Run
This story will be funnier than the title actually is. I got this idea in the middle of the movie and I loved it to much to just let it go. This is going to be ongoing.
Summary: Xibalba would not deny his wife anything... Except one thing.
Chapter summary: She seemed distracted tonight, wandering about the graveyard in a dream like stupor as she watched the younger children play.
A cold breeze fluttered about the graves, as several small children rushed about them in huddled little groups. All of them were at play, far to young to full understand the significance of this day. The day where the dead were celebrated by their still living loved ones; Día de Muertos. To these smaller children, it was just any other day, though the same could not be said about the older ones, who instead hung their heads in shame when their smaller counterparts ran amuck with no regards for their lost loved ones. No matter how many years had passed, that one day was always like that. The younger children would grow older as soon as there were smaller ones to take their places. This would bring both annoyance and great amusement to those who watched them from over head.
"Look how lively they are..." La Muerte, the ruler of the Land of the Remembered, noted as she watched the children race by, her voice sounding dreamy and dazed as she spoke.
Her husband looked down at the same scene with a look of annoyance, finding every shout and yelp that each child made weighing heavy on his nerves. Not that he would let his wife know this, as he did not want to ruin this happy mood she seemed to be in today. Instead he simply stood at her side and grunted in his half-hearted attempt at a reply, which she ignored any how, choosing to puff away suddenly in a cloud of marigolds, only to reappear on the ground where the children had just been. From his spot on the roof, Xibalba could clearly see the bright smile playing on La Muerte's red stained lips, never faltering as she stood there in the graveyard, watching the children playing their made-up games. Now, her smile was not what made him so curious. No, it had been that sparkle in her eyes that had come with it. A certain glint that he had never seen in her deep eyes before.
He didn't have time to study it for long, however, for his wife soon left her spot and began to trail behind the children, soon disappearing out of his range of vision. Sighing, the ruler of the Forgotten land found himself jumping from his perch and disappearing in his own cloud of tar as he began his short search for his wife. This didn't take long, as he soon found her distracted by yet another thing that was already making him cringe; A baby.
This baby was still pink in color and very small, clearly only a few days old, or maybe a week at the longest. It was wrapped in a light pink baby blanket with a matching bow on its little head. One could easily assume that this was a female infant and for the most part she seemed to be a rather peaceful child. That was until the creature of tar appeared, and the mortal child began to shiver a bit and her deep, chocolate colored eyes began to brim with tears.
"Hush little one." The child's mother cooed, wrapping the baby up further, not feeling the same cold and dread that her child did.
The child sniffled a little louder, as the first of her tears began to slide down her cheeks. A tantrum was soon to be in order no doubt, and Xibalba was already preparing for it by reaching up to cover his ears and maping out a get away plan in the back of his mind.
This was unneeded, however. For La Muerte stepped forward slowly, reaching out her pale hand to the child's face and gently brushing away her tears with a certain calm and gentleness that her husband had never seen her possess before. The glint in her eyes from before was still there, but a look of pure love for the infant was also present as she cupped the baby's cheek in her palm, watching as the infant instantly settled down at her touch. A sudden stillness soon fell around the graveyard, leaving a calm and peaceful feeling all around. Even the playful children had begun to settle at the feel of it, their laughter and yelps suddenly falling silent. This would not last, as the immortal woman gently took her hand away and stood still for a moment, a gentle smile gracing her lips for just a moment before she sighed softly.
"What is it?" Her husband asked softly, taking her silence as his que to speak.
"Darling-" She paused suddenly, her eyes going wide as she seemingly broke out of what ever trance she had been in earlier.
"Yes?" It was in this moment that he began to feel a tad worried about his wife, as she was not acting like her usual self.
"Would you... Deny me of anything?" She looked up suddenly, the glint lost in her eyes for just a moment.
"Not at all." He replied, though he was still nervous about where their conversation was leading.
"Nothing at all?" The livelyness in her eyes was quickly returning, and her husband did not know if this was supposed to be a good thing or a bad thing.
"Is there something that you want?" Well, this was probably a very stupid question to ask, as the answer was obvious.
"Yes... There is." Her voice was filled with the same sweetness that it always had when she was in a good mood, and her husband waited quietly for her to continue to speak.
Her eyes went away from him for a moment, focusing back in on the mortal child for a few moments, and then drifting back over to the ground in front of her as she thought over all of the ways that she could word her next sentence. All the while, her husband waited, attempting to figure out what was currently on his beloved's mind. Finally, after a moments though, she looked back up at him with a serious expression on her face. He looked back at her, trying to keep a calm face as he waited for her to revile what had been on her mind ever since the night began.
"Well, out with it then." He spoke suddenly, trying to urge her to do the same, though he would quickly regret this statement.
"I want a child."
