CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR MANGA/ANIME

Ok, so I know Asura is much older than kid and he got trapped under the D.W.M.A and that's how it started...but I'm going to do something a bit different and have Asura grow up with Kid. The D.W.M.A has already started because of some other Kishin, and Asura hasn't fallen to the madness yet, k? And I know they we both made from fragments of Lord Death's soul, but I won't get into that.

Hope you enjoy Death the Kid's childhood! Most of it is set in much younger years, and since Kids age is estimated around 200 years (wiki) I'm having it go by fast.
Light shipping, nothing too serious.

This is an AU, so it'll fall between the anime + manga, having bits of both

"Asura-kun~" Shinigami called in a chipper, singsong voice. A tall, skinny boy came wandering into the room. He had a red, polo-striped shirt on with black pants. His face was partly hidden by a long scarf. His jet-black hair with white, choppy stripes circling his head fell over his amber, almost red, colored eyes. His skin was very pale, much like his father's.

"What is it, father?" Asura answered in a monotone voice. He didn't sound pleased to be interrupted.

"Err...well, how should I put this." Shinigami paused, and his voice became serious, "You're going to have a younger brother~!" he exclaimed.

"W-What?" Asura exclaimed, a look of horror on his face. "Father...why? Am I not good enough for you?" he asked, his voice sharp.

"No no, of course not! You know I love you~" Shinigami answered, avoiding the question.

"Father..." Asura said in a warning tone, he didn't like waiting. Shinigami sighed. He couldn't tell his son the real reason, so he decided to go with a less descriptive explanation.

"Well, before your mother...passed away, she wished to have another son. She worried that you were always by yourself, and she wanted you to never be alone," Shinigami explained cautiously. Asura scowled. He knew his father was hiding something, and he'd have to find out. But Asura knew never to pry more into the subject. It was just easier to find out all the details yourself. He simply nodded and walked out of the room.

Asura walked back to his 'home', The Gallows Mansion. It really was a mansion, bigger than any other in the city and bigger than any he'd seen. Walking in the streets, he ignored the stares and whispers. He'd gotten used to them, and he knew no matter what excuse he used, they'd never stop. With a sigh he kept walking and ignored them. He couldn't let his temper flare up, his power was still unstable, and causing a scene wasn't ideal to him at the moment. He opened the door and walked in to find the house empty, as usual.

Maybe a brother wouldn't be so bad after all... he thought. Then again, he was used to being alone, he was used to being independent. When your father is Lord Death, you got used to being alone and receiving stares. He trudged up the long stairs to his room and flopped down on his bed and began to think about what it would be like having a brother. Eventually, he fell asleep.

"Asura-kun, you home~?" Shinigami called, his voice happy and childish as ever. Asura rolled over in hid bed and sat up, yawning. He slowly came down the stares, still half-asleep. "I'd like you to meet your new brother~" he said softly. Asura crept forward and peered over Shinigami's arms, where a child lay, sleeping. Since the child was a Shinigami, he already looked like he had aged, and he didn't look like a newborn.

The child had jet-black hair with three white stripes that only went around half of his head. His skin was pale, and he did look cute, Asura had to admit. He also looked like his brother and father. But what shocked Asura and Shinigami was that when the boy opened his eyes, they were vibrant tones of gold, and they were beautiful.

"W-What's his name?" Asura asked softly, still in awe.

"Death the Kid, or Kid for short." Shinigami answered. Asura didn't comment on the fact that Death the Kid was named after his father.

"H-He's perfect..." Asura commented, and smiled for the first time in a while. He could get used to this brother. Under his mask, Shinigami smiled, and Death the Kid giggled.

Author's Note: I will be doing lots of time skips considering I don't know how to 'fill the pages'. Sorry if this was short.