Just a cute little one shot of Death and Kid when Kid was younger.
Lord Death found himself standing in the middle of his study at three in the morning, looking down with confusion and concern at his seven year old son, who had barged into the no longer quiet room. The young child had placed all of his stuffed animals in a circle around him, hugging his favorite toy - a little white rabbit - to his chest. Neither said anything, simply staring at each other, molten gold staring up into dark reddish gold.
With a sigh, Death knelt down to open his arms to his young son. Kid almost immediately jumped into his Father's arms with such vigor that the old God actually fell back with a surprised, strangled sound. Keeping one hand on his son's back, he stared down at the young reaper and tried to go through all of the things Spirit had told him about upset children.
In the end, he just sat back down at his desk with Kid in his lap, listening to the child sniffle and feeling him grip at his shirt, stretching it out with his tiny fists. Death leaned back in the chair, the old wood creaking in protest at his movements. How had it come to this, him and this small, fragile soul, all alone in the Gallows manor, a house that was older than Death himself - sometimes he forgot how young he'd been when his Father had first brought him into the old manor, touch as cold as his was now...
A hand patting against his arm brought his attention back to Kid, and he smiled a sad, sad smile at the teary eyed god child. He affectionately ruffled his son's hair, smoothing the white stripes back into place with a chuckle after the child pouted at him. It seemed that whatever had upset him was forgotten now as he held up his rabbit and bumped it against his Father's chin, making what he suspected were supposed to be rabbit noises. Stepping over the other toys his son had left on the ground, he strode through the dark halls of the too big house, intent on getting his son back to bed so they could be up in time to take him to his tutor (because he was not going to be the one to suffer Spirit's berating him about being late).
"Lets get you back to bed Kiddo." He murmured to the child now yawning in his arms, still clutching his precious rabbit to his chest and making 'rabbit' noises at the soft plush. Death ascended the stairs two at a time, stepping into the monochrome room of his son, noting that he'd need to oil the hinges of the door later to stop them from squeaking in such a horrible way. He supposed he was lucky that Kid was a deep sleeper once he was actually settled, or else the sound might have woken him. He set his son in his bed, pulling the blankets up, tucking them around the young reaper's thin form.
"Goodnight my little dove." He whispered, gently kissing the child's forehead, smiling as he crept from the room. His little boy was just so cute.
Even cuter than Spirit's daughter, no matter what the man said.
