I do not own D. Grayman or DBZ. This is a somewhat AU. I think it's Gohan-centric…if you want to call it that. Something I thought of in school. A big What If situation. Takes place after Cell Games Saga.

Gohan couldn't sleep. He couldn't for 3 straight days. He whined a bit on how long he suffered his insomnia. Perhaps it was the fact that his mother had announced that she was pregnant with his future baby sibling. Or the fact day it's been 3 days since the entire Android and Cell crisis.

Gohan wasn't the only one who had not recovered from those events, still fresh in everyone's minds. Trunks returned to the future, stronger and confident enough to defeat his Androids. Vegeta trained like usual, easing up and taking the time to be a parent with Bulma, taking care of their baby Trunks. Android 18 was currently residing at Kame House, currently dominating a relationship with Krillin. Piccolo stayed at the lookout to help mentor new Kami Dende.

All was at peace. But not for Gohan. Gohan sat up and rubbed his eyes. The light was off, meaning his mother turned in a while ago. He got up and kneeled at the side of his bed. He didn't know if prayers work, but he hoped to reach out to his father. Hoping for an answer.

"Please dad, why'd you have to leave and stay gone? I miss you, mom misses you, everyone does. Even Vegeta, though he's too proud to admit it. I'd do anything to see you again. Amen." He said clapping his hands. He felt warm tear running down his cheek again. Damn.

"Anything you say? Perhaps I can help you with that~" A cheery goofy voice said. Gohan's eyes widen as he felt a hand pat his head. Gohan jumped back on his bed, surprised he couldn't feel a presence earlier. Gohan's mouth was agape at the stranger. Big and fat, a large empty grin, a top cat, a brown swallow-tail coat, a pair of tiny round-framed glasses, at ears even pointer that Piccolo's!

"Who are you?" He asked the strange fat man, getting in a battle-ready stance.

The fat man chuckled and tousled Gohan's already messy black hair. "I am the Millennium Earl. I overheard your plea." He held up a sign that said 'Here to Serve' on it. "I can bring your father back my boy."

Gohan didn't believe. The only way to revive someone was by Dragonballs. Yet this strange fat guy, offered him his father. Wait…did dad want to stay dead. But…his new baby brother or sister might never meet their amazing father. Gohan contemplated whether he should do this or not. He asked, "W-what do I have to do?"

Millennium Earl's grin widened, if it could get any bigger. In a wisp of black smoke a metal skeleton appear on a rack. "My boy, this beauty with revive you beloved daddy. All it needs if for someone who truly cared for him to call out his name. Once then I'll handle the rest~. Can you do it my boy?~" He asked tilting his head a bit.

Gohan gulped. He gave a small nervous grin. A chance to revive his dad? Without Dragonballs. His dad did say he didn't want to be wished back my Dragonballs. He never said revived another way. He wanted to see did dad so badly.

"Goku," He murmured softly.

Goku had no idea what just happened. But he didn't like it. First he was sleeping on the soft grass of King Kai's planet, now this. He had these unbreakable chains all around him, his throat, wrists and arms, legs and ankles, dragging him down him heaven to the living world. He even tried going Super Saiyan level 2 to escape. No avail.

He saw Gohan, a fat guy with a creepy grin, and a metal skeleton with his name engraved into it. Goku's eyes widened when he saw the chains were coming for the skeleton. He was shopved inside, the skeleton giving him these instincts. The hero of earth wanted to kill all of a sudden. He wanted to obey the fat man and kill to evolve.

Gohan grinned when he saw the skeleton begin to move. "G-G-G-Gohan?" the skeleton croaked in his father's voice.

"Dad!" Gohan cried happily, tears of joy in his eyes. "You're back!" He ran up to hug he's newly re-animated dad.

"Stay away!" Goku barked. Gohan stood back in shock. "G-Gohan…how dare you…how dare you defy me…" Gohan became scared. His father sounded angry, yet also filled with anguish. "…HOW DARE YOU TURN ME INTO AN AKUMA? I CAN NEVER GO BACK NOW!" he shrieked ripping his metallic skeleton body from the rack and towering over the half-Saiyan boy.

The Earl chuckled evilly. "Goku-san, my darling akuma, I command you to kill the boy and wear his skin~"

Gohan gasped. He knew it, it was a lie! Gohan edged back and cupped his hands. He built up ki for a Kamehameha blast. Gohan hesitated, if he destroyed the skeleton that was no attacking and swiping him, would he be killing his father. His father's death was already his fault the first time.

Before Gohan had time to reconsider, the skeleton gave an angry howl and charged, the wood underneath her metal feet shuddering as he barreled towards the Halfling..

Gohan didn't realize he was screaming until he felt his lungs struggling for air, his brain barely registering that the shrill noise filling the air was his own voice as he tried to scramble to the door, jerking away from the Earl's hand and stumbling with blind panic on her way to the handle.

A metal body collided with his own one before he could reach it, the sound of crushing bones echoing through the air as his skull smacked cleanly against the wall, his ribs shattering from the momentum of the impact.

The Earl watched with gleaming eyes as blood sprayed the walls, the screams turning into a watery gurgle as the audible snap of the spine broke through the air, the jerky movements of the struggling child coming to a complete, disturbing, stop in an instant.

He merrily hummed 'Happy Birthday' as he watched the metal skeleton slide into the girl's now broken body, her legs kicking about as Goku took over and tried to fit himself into his new form. Waving his umbrella, he wiped away all the blood, showing no signs that something out of the ordinary had transpired here.

The sound of pounding footsteps made the Earl cock his head. The other occupant in the house must've woken up. Glancing back he saw the boy's body rise, his hands slowly making fists before uncurling them, checking the movements of his newfound form.

The gaping, purely revolting wound that ran across his throat was healing, one of the many wonderful akuma skills that some possessed, the blood receding before only a tiny, jagged pink line showed that damage had been done to the boy before him. And even that would disappear in a few minutes.

His face was that of a killer…of an akuma, the only emotion being the tears that silently slide like silk down her face.

"Be free my child, and kill all you can." He ordered merrily, tipping his hat to his new creation, his devil horns glinting in the moonlight.

He nodded firmly and he disappeared out the window, his work now done and Son Gohan now dead to an oblivious world.