(A/N) So I've noticed that all my good ToS stories have been skits from the game, and decided I'd just do a compilation of a ton of my favorite ones. Kratos is my favorite, so most skits will probably revolve around his relationship with Lloyd, but I also do humor, so not everything will be this serious...Anyways, I'll happily take recommendations, and I have a ton of skit ideas lined up, so it should be updated regularly. If you didn't already get it, yes there will be spoilers if you haven't played the game, or watched the very awesome OVA (If you haven't done either, go PLEASE, you have not lived!) So yea, please R & R, I love constructive criticism! XD

Disclaimer: Nope. I do not own ToS, or Kratos, or Lloyd, or even that much money, so don't sue!

This first oneshot is intended to show how much Kratos blames himself for Anna's death, and how his and Lloyd's viewpoints differ on the matter, first part is Lloyd, second is Kratos. XP

"Avenge"

"Mom, I've avenged you." Lloyd breathed heavily, from both the emotional and physical strain of defeating Kvar. Though he said it quietly to himself, Kratos heard. Lloyd could see that as he glanced up at the mercenary. A rare expression graced his usually stoic features for just a moment, something like anger, satisfaction, and even guilt. Lloyd could never quite read him though, but somehow he shared Lloyd's intense urge to murder that sadistic cardinal, and for that Lloyd didn't know to be grateful, or disturbed. Kratos always spoke of not getting emotionally involved, and for the most part he lived what he preached. Now Lloyd thought about it, the peculiarity of the whole ordeal begun to weigh on him. Lloyd looked up to meet Kratos' eyes, which locked on his instantaneously. He now wore a firm expression, but his russet eyes reflected the same thoughts as before, and Lloyd knew he hadn't simply imagined it. Kratos opened his mouth to speak, but a heavy pause weighted down his words before hand, also unlike him. Lloyd surprised himself, he didn't recall committing any of this information to memory, yet apparently he had been paying very close attention to Kratos after all.

"Lloyd," he started, dropping his eyes to the floor, "The one who killed your mother was your father." Anger bubbled up inside Lloyd, what right did he have to bring this up? But the remorse in Kratos' voice pushed it back down. He obviously felt bad about speaking of it, yet somehow it was important for him to get out. "Are you really able to say you've avenged her?" He brought his gaze back up, almost defiantly, asking him to blame his own father for his mother's death.

At this Lloyd paused. He wanted so badly to push all of his hatred on Kvar, his sick fascination with telling him his parents' story was utterly repulsive. The man took disgusting pleasure as he told the tragedy his father had to commit. Lloyd tested the waters.

"The one who created the situation that forced Dad to kill Mom was Kvar." He stated, but it was almost a question. He felt it necessary to add "Right?" It was more important that Kratos acknowledged it. He always knew what he was saying, the right course of action, the line between just and wrong. If he agreed, then it was true.

"Indeed. It was a silly question." Kratos recoiled after Lloyd's uncertain answer. "I'm sorry." Lloyd knew that he had pushed the man back inside his comfort zone. He was conflicted, and Lloyd thought it strange that he was the one explaining things for once. He shook it off, the man was back to normal.

"No," he reassured, "Don't worry about it." His world was stable, the right murderer lay dead at his feet for his sins. His mother was avenged.

Kratos felt the adrenaline slowly start to fade, the emotions coursing through his veins were so strong, so sharp. He hadn't felt anything rivaling that in years, and it left him drained. The wretched being responsible for Anna, finally paid with his life. A bitter smirk tugged at his lips, the man deserved nothing less than to die such a painful death. The place, Kvar's ranch, repulsed him to be there. Looking down at the man's, no, the monster's bloody corpse, Kratos was drenched in memories of his past. His greatest sin. He could no longer be in this place, or else his indifferent facade would shatter. It was only this kind of anger that could convince him to leave Mithos again. Kratos looked away from the mangled body, and prepared to leave, until he heard Lloyd faintly speak.

"Mom, I've avenged you." Such finality, and even satisfaction toned his sad words. Kratos couldn't help but feel a stab of intense pain and remorse at what his son was going through, what he'd had to endure because of his mistake. He could feel Lloyd's stare, and mentally kicked himself for allowing any emotion to cross his face. He didn't know how to approach it. How could he apologize when the boy didn't even know that he was his son? He was the one that caused this ordeal, the one that allowed this wretched system of expheres to be built. The one that was once a teacher to the man that ripped up the system of the world and was now hell-bent on reviving the dead. If only the dead could be revived. If anything, he deserved Lloyd's hatred as much as Kvar. It might finally serve as penance for his sins, because Lloyd's hatred would be the most utterly painful thing that he had yet to endure. He met the boys questioning eyes. They were so like his mothers. That was what gave him the strength to ask his next question.

"Lloyd." This would be so much harder to do than he thought, the boy's eyes were so innocently bright, satisfied. "The one who killed your mother was your father." There. He'd said it, and now he tensed ready to feel the crushing defeat of having his own son hate him with all of his being. He deserved it, and Lloyd could never know. "Are you really able to say you've avenged her?" He said that last part almost spitefully. He hated himself.

Lloyd's eyes flashed angrily for a moment, and Kratos, the coward that he was could no longer meet his gaze and dropped it to the floor. He sickened himself. Though, he could already feel Lloyd's demeanor softening, thinking through his words. An eternity passed.

"The one who created the situation that forced Dad to kill Mom was Kvar." he didn't seem to know if that was a worthy answer, and though Kratos knew it was wrong for him to be relieved, it was as if an enormous weight was lifted from his shoulders. He felt guilty in his slight respite. "Right?" Lloyd added, trying to get him to agree with him. Lloyd looked like a lost kid, like when he was a child. His expression told Kratos that he didn't know what to think. He needed solidity. Kratos shouldn't have pressed the matter, it was obviously emotionally painful for Lloyd to have gone through what he did. Kratos had been selfish to push, or so he told himself.

"Indeed. It was a silly question. I'm sorry" He said brusquely, pulling himself together. He vowed not to fall apart again. Lloyd didn't need anything from him, he didn't deserve to have the privilege to advise his son, or comfort him, or anything. He waived that luxury the moment he unknowingly abandoned him.

"No, don't worry about it." Lloyd said amicably. Kratos didn't deserve the boy's kindness, and though no one could see it, he walked away full of more self-loathing than before, as he now bore sole responsibility for Anna's death. The other man had paid for his crime, while Kratos still had yet to.

So thats it! Please fav and alert, cuz I'll try to update regularly, oh and tell me whatcha think!