He heard the crib rattle as it was shaken back and forth, accompanied by the loud cries of a little baby girl. He strolled into the room quickly and picked up his baby rocking her slowly in his arms. He had a little more meat on his bones now, he wasn't so skinny anymore, although he was still as pale as he was in his youth. When he was young he made the decision when he was younger to leave home and move here with his lover. His husband was out at work which left him at home with Ayumi. He hugged her tight and her cries began to fade. She was giggling and reaching for her fathers nose.
"My sweet child. My sweet sweet baby." He got a confused look on his face when he heard the door of their apartment close. He looked out into the hallway and placed his daughter in the crib. She was silent as her father crept into the hallway. "Anyone out there?" after a few second he heard a laugh.
"Jeez Death," a familiar voice rang. "It's not a horror movie." Kid sighed and walked down the hall into the kitchen when the white haired man he loved was pouring himself some coffee. Soul hadn't called Death the kid by 'kid' since he turned 20. He started calling him 'Death' or 'D'.
"Soul why are you at home?"
"Bomb threat at the factory. Home early. Who cares."
"Did you call it in?"
"Irrelevant."
"Still a child at heart arn't you Soul?"
"Ayumi's asleep?"
"I don't think so... I'll check in a minute.."Death moved in and planted his lips roughly on Souls. He responded quickly and ended it quickly to take another sip of his coffee. "Guess who's coming to visit tomorrow."
"At least she called this time." Soul scoffed.
"She just wants to see how much bigger Ayumi got."
"I'm surprised you still want to see her considering what she said last time she came over."
"My childs clothing will always be symmetrical!"
"hehe Whatever you say D. So when i get home from work she should be here?"
"Don't do overtime just because you don't want to see her."
"I don't want to see her."
"It's not like Blackstar is coming to visit, its just Maka. She isn't the one who practically forced us to leave."
"I thought we agreed we would not say his name in this house."
"Apartment."
"Shut up..."
"Well I forgave him. He didn't want to kill us."
"End of discussion. No more talk of it in this house."
"Apartment."
"WHATEVER. Look D, I love you and he couldn't handle it. So drop it." Death simply looked and him and sighed audibly. Soul shook his head and rummaged through the fridge. "So," He started sweetly. "What did my little house husband do all day?"
"Apartment."
"D shut the hell up." Death chuckled and soul closed the fridge and finished off his coffee. "I'm going to take a nap."
"It's mid day..."
"So? I was at work for the morning part of today ."
"Enjoy your nap." Soul lunged at Death and wrapped his arms around his waist.
"OUR nap. Drag Ayumis crib into out bedroom so we can all take a nap."
"Shes 2, all she does is nap..."
"Then she's a pro. Come on." Soul kissed Death on the cheek and walked down the hall into the bedroom, collapsing onto the bed and kicking off his shoes and lying his head on a pillow. Death appeared in the doorway leaning against the all and shook his head.
"You're tired?"
"Yep."
"You only worked 3 hours, I could do that."
"You babysat a drooly little baby, I could do that."
"Rude."
"Just bring my beautiful baby girl in here. She needs her father."
"She's had him all day."
"I mean her favorite father."
"...that hurt."
"Then after you drag her crib in here put some ointment on that burn."
"I'll get Ayumi." Death walked out of the room and returned dragging the crib next to their small bed. Soul had already fallen asleep and Death just scooted beside him silently. They dreamt together. Dreams of the past, present, future! Life was whispering spoilers and no one wanted to listen. Sending threatening dreams of a future yet to come, but sweet moments were in them too. These confusing dreams were thrown out.

Death had set up candles all over the kitchen area. He tucked Ayumi into bed and he sent Soul out to get some things. Now all he needed was to decide where he was going to be sitting or standing when Soul came in. Death sighed and tried to think of the best place until knocks came from the front door. He stared at the door for a moment. Was it Soul? No no no... Maybe it was...no. Death looked through the peephole and tried to see. The only thing he saw was blue..blue..
He opened the door quickly and was at a loss of words. At 18 years old, his muscles now fit the rest of his body and his hair got so heavy gravity took its toll and it hung down. More was added to the familiar tattoos along his arms featuring an array of stars and things. Death didn't knwo how to react.
"It's... been a long time kid." His voice was slightly deeper than the old days.
"It's D now. I can't say it's a pleasure to exactly see you."
"Look I know how I used to be... I came to apologize as soon as I figured where you were. It took me a long time to figure out where you were hiding from me."
"We know you didn't-"
"You know...Soul doesn't." Death held his breath in for a moment and avoided eye contact. He couldn't help but form a tiny bit of red on his cheeks and he even let out a nervous chuckle. The blue haired man even laughed.
"Black Star..."
"I came because Death city needs you guys. Your father has been looking for you. You only told Maka where you were...She refused to interupt your lives..."
"My father..."
"He needs you to take over now that your a young reaper..." Death tried to speak but he couldn't find the words. "A very attractive young reaper..." He looked inside at the romantic scene and snickered. "were you expecting me?"
"No, I was expecting my husband."
"So you got married?"
"Yes and we had a beautiful baby girl through a surrogate."
"Congrats." He clapped once happily and Death laughed.
"Listen D, I came to see if you would come and relieve your father."
"He still has a long while to go before I take over."
"He wants to break you into the position."
"...This is alot to take in."
"I think it'll work..." Blackstar licked his lips and got closer. "Tell your husband... think about it... But either way you have to make a choice..." Blackstar smirked and began to walk down the hallway. Death could only stare as he left. Amazed. Even after he left his line of sight he continued to stare at the hallway until a tap came at his shoulder.
"Hey...Nice setup inside." Death turned straight into Soul's embrace but STILL kept his shocked face.
"Hey...how are...You're back..."
"Yeah.. did you send me away just to do this?"
"Yeah..." He was still slightly shocked but Soul interpreted it as being shy. Although the book was closed another one was open now. 3 hearts together again...still fighting old feelings...but now the tables have turned and things are going back to how they used to be. How much has Death city changed...without them?

Starting off with short chapters and pretty much a less beautiful writing style. My last story started off gorgeous but at least this ones started. I'll put more effort into later chapters.