A small child ran through the hallways of the guest house of Rokkenjima. He had short purple/blonde cloudy hair, and light blue eyes. As he ran, a thought passed through his head.
'Would Mama and Mommy be happy?'
It was Mother's Day, and the young child wanted to surprise his two mothers. He held two roses behind him, one black and the other crimson. He knew one of his mothers would be ecstatic, but he wasn't sure about the other one.
He stopped in front of a large door. He moved to knock on it, but then he felt a quivering fear and nervousness rise up. He knew it was both of his mothers' power, and now he was hesitating. Scared out of his wits, he knocked on the door. He waited for a few moments.
'Are Mama and Mommy not here?'
He then heard a voice laced with happiness.
"Come in...!"
Gulping, the young child opened the door, revealing a room surrounded with candy, sweets, and pink. The smell of candy immediately overwhelmed his senses and he shook his head.
The child looked up to see two women sitting on a large bed staring at him with different expressions. The first woman, was blonde with amber-red eyes. She was clad in a pink hat and dress, white and pink striped stockings, shoes, and black long gloves. She had a pumpkin on her dress and a few green leaves. She had a confused expression on her face. The other woman had long steel-blue hair and soulless purple eyes. She was clad in a gothic lolita dress with a blue ribbon, black shoes and white socks. She had a cat tail with a ribbon tied to it. Her expression was frightengly cold and devoid of emotion. The two women were none other than the most powerful entities; Bernkastel, The Witch of Miracles, and Lambdadelta, The Witch of Certainty.
Lambdadelta blinked in confusion.
"Belta? What are you doing here?"
The child named Belta gulped. He was trying to only look at Lambdadelta, but Bernkastel's emotionless eyes were starting to scare him.
"Speak child. Don't waste our time by coming in here looking like a pathetic puppy."
Belta flinched at his mother's harsh words, and felt his eyes water. Lambdadelta pouted and looked over to her lover.
"Bern! Don't be like that!"
Bernkastel shook her head and sipped her tea.
"Such a lost case."
Tears started to form in Belta's eyes, and he started to shiver. Bernkastel narrowed her eyes.
"If I see a tear drop from those eyes, I'll hit you."
Belta hurriedly tried rubbed his eyes, and Lambdadelta sighed. The Witch of Certainty walked over to her son and rubbed his eyes. Despite possessing cruelty almost on par with Bernkastel, Lambdadelta had a large amount of affection and a soft spot for her son. After all, he was the result of her and Bernkastel's love, or in Bern's case, little to no love. She let out a gentle smile.
"There, there honey. Mama's just being mean because she lost a game piece."
She purposefully stuck her tongue out at Bernkastel who ignored it. Lambda turned back to Belta. "Now what did you want, sweetie?"
Belta shuffled his feet.
"I-It's Mother's Day, mommy. I-I wanted to give you and Mama these."
He held out the two roses, black and crimson, respectively. A elated expression appeared on Lambdadelta's face as she grabbed the crimosn rose and proceeded to give Belta a myriad of motherly kisses on his cheek. In her happy daze, she bolted out of the room. Belta, after recovering from Lambda's attack, looked up at Bernkastel's cool gaze upon him. Gulping with fear, Belta walked up to his mother and stood in front of her. He shakily held up the black rose to her.
"H-happy M-mother's Day, M-m-mama."
Bernkastel's expression didn't change. Not even in the slightest. Out of nowhere, she hit Belta upside the head. Belta cried in pain, and looked up with terror at his mother. The Witch of Miracles fixed a cold gaze upon her son.
"How pathetic. You really are naive."
Belta's newly formed tears started to run, and he sobbed. Why? Why was his mother so cold to him? Suddenly, he felt a cold hand on top of his head. He looked up to see Bernkastel staring at him with a bored expression. Belta blinked in confusion, causing more tears to fall. His mother then spoke in a voice that was slightly more feeling and warm, but still cold.
"So blissfully pitiful." Belta sniffed. His mother's voice softened. "There, there. Be silent."
The child looked up. "M-mama?"
"Be lucky that you are my son, and no one else's."
She slowly took the black rose from Belta's hand and placed it on top her tail. Belta looked down.
"H-happy Mother's D-day, Mama."
"Stupid child."
Belta looked up at the witch.
"I've always told you to look at me when you speak to me."
Belta shook. But then he heard his mother sigh.
"However... since you've been an acceptably behaved child, I'll let it slide just this once."
She continued to pet her son's head softly.
Bernkastel leaned down and kissed Belta's forehead, causing her son to stiffen in shock. Her expression didn't change at all.
"Thank you for the rose...Belta." She rubbed her son's head warmly, and then disappeared into a flutter of shadows. Belta stood where he was and he looked all over Lambdadelta's room.
"Mama." An image of Bernkastel appeared in his head. "Mommy." Then a image of Lambdadelta appeared. He let out a cheerful smile.
"Happy Mother's Day."