Yzma couldn't remember exactly when it was, that it happened, or what she was doing. All that she remembered was the young and innocent and completely naive voice calling out.
She froze, then, turning to look at the child. Kuzco was sitting near her, on the floor, chewing on one of his numerous toys. His eyes were wide and dazed with the wonders of the world, as only a child's eyes could be. For a moment, looking at him, she wondered if she had really heard the word she thought she had, for he looked completely oblivious.
Then the word was spoken again: "Mama?"
Yzma stared at Kuzco, as he reached his hand up to her, clasping it and unclasping it. He shoved his toy partially back in his mouth, before laughing at something he apparently found funny. Yzma remained where she was, her lips pressed into a thin line.
In her head, a war was waging. She knew she should be mad at Kuzco; it was his fault these horrible feelings were running through her mind. But...she also felt pity for the boy, or at least something akin to it.
She knelt down slowly. Kuzco immediately dropped the toy, clapping his hands in excitement as his "baby sitter" appeared beside him.
"Kuzco...I'm not your mother," Yzma said quietly, though she forced her voice to be firm. It was hard though, with those big dark eyes staring at her.
"Mama!" he exclaimed, pulling himself over to Yzma. He climbed onto her bony lap, wrapping his chubby baby arms around her as he buried his head in her chest. "Mama..."
"Kuzco...Kuzco, stop this," Yzma said weakly. She closed her eyes, hating herself for what she was about to do. She pushed him off her lap, her eyes suddenly stone-cold. "I am not your mother," she said firmly.
He looked up at her, and the guilt was overwhelming. Tears had pooled in his dark eyes, silently cascading down his tanned cheeks. He made a small sound, just a little whimper, before he started sobbing hopelessly.
The sound was grating on Yzma's ears. It was horribly sad, the sound a beaten dog would make. The pain in it was agonizing, and she couldn't take it.
She drew him into her lap, rocking him back and forth, whispering words of comfort into his soft hair.
Eventually, his sobs came to a halt, and the tears ceased to trickle. He didn't hesitate to throw his arms around her, in spite of the fact she had been the one to hurt him in the first place.
She knew the reason for that, of course. She was the only one to care for the boy; his parents were often too busy for the child, and...they could really care less about their own negligence of him.
Those thoughts made Yzma draw him closer to her, whispering, "I'll be your mother, Kuzco. I'll be your "mama"."
A/N Aw...I think? This was so sad and yet so cute! I don't know whether to sob or say "Awwww". Anyway, I hope you enjoyed that!
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