a/n H: Okay quick thing, the whole concept came from being bored in math class. We always get our best ideas in math class.

R: Mr W's trigonometry class. What a horrible place it is.

J: If you want to know what it's like, think of hell. Then multiply that by ten.

H: Yeah whatever. Anyway, we thought up an idea!

J: YAY!

R: We barely own anything.

J: Damn it…

Kid: Thank god you don't. The show would be screwed.

Lord Death sadly looked at his wife, Megan Lee. The twins had been barely born, only just turning one. With them finally weaned, Megan decided to take the younger twin to live with her. And it was decided that he would never see his younger son as long as she lived. He would be keeping the elder one, Death the Kid, as his heir. Megan would be taking the younger one, Elliot, to her home in Australia. It was horrible that the identical twins would never see each other again. The only difference was that Elliot's three stripes were on the other side of his head than Kid's. They completed each other.

Now, four years later, Lord Death was standing outside the coffin of his ex-wife. He knew there was nothing in it, but her parents had insisted on a ceremony anyway. He had left Kid at home. Why bring him to a funeral of woman he didn't even know. Lord Death walked up to his ex parent in laws with head hanging. "It's horrible that we must see each other like this again." They commented. The reaper nodded.

"If I may ask, where is my little Elliot Lee?" He asked. Seeing his younger five year old son would be sure to cheer him up. The two seniors looked at him with sadness.

"I'm sorry son, we haven't seen Elliot since Meg died. Two months ago." The older man said. Lord Death's eyes widened. Elliot was missing? Could he be dead as well? No. No, that can't happen. Although, no matter how much he would deny it later, he ran back to his house to check on Kid. He had made one stupid mistake, and Elliot must have payed. Kiddo would not go through the same thing.

Elliot ran to the corner of his tiny cell when the witches threw him back into. Why were they doing such horrible experiments. Everyday he went through these horrible experiments. Everyday since two months ago. They took him the same day they made a kishin kill his mother. His beautiful white haired, blue eyed mother. White hair stained with blood. Blue eyes filled with terror. His eyes clenched shut. That image was never going to leave him.

He was brought out of his thought when one of the witches threw in a small bag. Food! He couldn't remember the last time he had eaten! The boy ran to the bag and dug into it, quickly eating the bread that was inside before moving to water he had. He paused to look at his reflection, comparing it to how he remembered looking. His yellowy eyes that used to shine were now so dull. You couldn't tell that his skin was pale, was so covered that it may as well be the color of dirt and dried blood. His hair was no longer neat. In fact, it was messy and dirty beyond belief. The only things that remained unscathed were the three white lines in his hair.

Elliot didn't understand those lines, but he didn't need to. Right now they were the only thing keeping him alive. Five years old and he already wanted to die. Yet, every time his mental sanity went too far down, the stripes brought to him a familiar but unknown warmth. The laughter of a boy his age, the warmth of shadow, comforting voices that he did not know. Perhaps he was just going.

Oh well, if crazy kept him alive, crazy was good. With that in his mind he curled up in his cell and try not to think of his surroundings. It was so small, the walls were always closing in on him, getting ever closer to crushing him. Every where was disorganization and chaos, no sense of order. But the worst was how disgustingly filthy the place was. It had already made him cough up blood before, he hated it. Filth was bad. Filth and germs must be destroyed, corrected. Disorganization was bad. The witches were filthy and disorganized and disgusting. Everything he was against.

With that in mind, he closed his eyes and fell into a world that so much worse than his own, yet at the same time so much better. Not much you can say if you're already living a nightmare.

R: That is so horrible!

H: I'm not going to cry. I promised I wouldn't cry!

R: Hey where are J and Kiddo-kun? *They look over to see the two boys rocking themselves in a corner* Of course.

H: I don't blame them. Sorry for the short chapter guys. We'll try to do better. And our first reviewer gets a complimentary cookie.

R: We made them ourselves.

H: Yeah! So if you want to know what happens review! And try to stick with us cause this might end up being good.

R: ANYWAY, the next chapter will be when Kiddo and Elliot are about ten. And due to the fact that we like Stein cause he's frickin' bad ass, he gets a role in the next chapter. Bye guys!

H: See you soon! School's out so we should be able to update pretty often.