Hello, Party People! What's happening out there? Haha. I'm just messing with you. So This is my first fanfic and hope you guys like it. (My friends certainly do, that's for sure).

Warning: There are several OC pairings and OCs in general. If you don't like OCs, then dont read.

Disclaimer: I never have, don't, and never will own -Man for it belongs to Katsura Hoshino. I do own my characters and the plot.

Prologue

Froi Tiedoll was sitting in his art studio painting his most current picture of the Himalayas when the sound of stomping reached his ears. His brown, curly hair stood up and away from his scalp as he wiped his forehead before beginning again—ignoring the stomps as they progressively got louder. His glasses sat upon his nose, sliding down in an endless protest against being pushed up properly to the bridge of Tiedoll's nose. With his smock covered in paint, clay, coal, and other art stains, he smiled to himself—enjoying the peace and quiet his sanctuary had to offer. Until… the stomping reached a new level and the front door was retched open and slammed shut with an Earth shattering force. The house trembled for a few breathless moments before finally settling down. Tiedoll glanced at the clock while he rinsed the paint off of his brushes.

"It's only 3:15. The boys must be back from school early." Setting his now paint-less brushes into a cup to dry, Tiedoll stepped out of his serene studio and walked towards the living room of the quaint house he acquired eight years ago. He walked down the hall and smiled at the multitude of photos hanging from the wall. There were school photos showing the growth of his three foster sons, vacations in exotic locations all around the world, birthdays celebrated with friends and family, and portraits he and his sons had made some time ago—his being more elaborate than the others, but his sons had their own styles that made him proud to hang them up for all to see. He waltzed into the living room with a small smile gracing his face. He looked around and spotted his eldest son, Noise Marie, kneeling at the coffee table. Marie was doing his homework for his math class. Tiedoll stared at his eldest son—taking in his features as he's done many time before. Marie was a tall, Austrian man with dark brown skin. His hair was brown as well and was braided close to his scalp. He wore headphone type objects over his ears that acted as noise amplifiers so he wouldn't have to walk with a cane or a seeing-eye dog. Soon enough, Marie spoke to his father without turning away from his work.

"Hello, Father," he said politely. He looked up and turned to his "father". He smiled softly and waited for Tiedoll to speak up.

"Good evening, Marie. How was your day?" Tiedoll replied readily. His eldest son was in college studying for a degree in musical education. He may be blind, but he could play the organ and any other instrument like no one he's ever known.

"It went well. I got the highest marks in my class for our review test for midterms and rehearsal for the showcase in two weeks is going good as well. Hopefully the orchestra will be able to fix their little timing mistakes and that the choir can learn the choreography for their final songs in time." Marie smiled again a glanced in Tiedoll's direction.

"That's wonderful! Hmm. It's very quiet in here, don't you think? I wonder where on Earth your brothers are."

The boys Tiedoll was referring to was his two other foster sons: Daisya Barry and Kanda Yuu. Daisya was the middle child of the three and was in college like Marie. Only, he is going to Black Order University on a soccer scholarship instead of a music one, like Marie was. Kanda was the youngest of his sons and also the most distant. He never wanted to spend time with the family or hangout with his friends. All he ever does is train and practice his Kendo techniques with his katana, Mugen.

"Daisya is upstairs changing into his soccer uniform. The coach scheduled a last minute practice before their big game tomorrow. He was rushed, so on our way home he ran up to Kanda and me, told what was going on, and ran off towards the house. Kanda went up to his room as well, but I'm not sure as to what he's doing up there. I think one of us should go check on him, though," Marie said with a worried tone tainting his voice.

"Why do you say that?" asked Tiedoll. It wasn't like Kanda would talk to any of them anyway. He trusted them more than he trusted most others, but not enough to allow them to comfort or assist him when the time calls for it.

"He seemed a little out of it today. He didn't talk to anyone or get involved in any daily drama like he usually does, but this was different. He seemed kind of dazed. I noticed that he's been this way since Monday. I thought that something came up and that he would get over it after a little while. But, it's Thursday already and he hasn't been himself. I'm worried. He didn't even threaten to kill Lavi when he called him by his first name."

At this, Tiedoll gasped. That just wasn't possible!

"Hold on a second. He DIDN'T threaten Lavi? But, he doesn't let anyone call him by his first name and he always threatens to kill you if you do! Something must really be wrong with him." Tiedoll pondered briefly about the possible causes to his son's current attitude change. Marie frowned.

"That's what I mean. You should check on him later. I already tried earlier today and I couldn't get anything out of him other than an 'I'm fine. There's nothing to be worried about. Just leave me alone Marie.' Really, he's never that distant with me and that concerns me. Maybe he had a fight with Brittany or maybe the Kendo club is being postponed. I don't know." Marie sighed and turned back to the coffee table—intent on completing his homework before dinner time. Tiedoll was shocked out of his mind. He had to clear his head and think things through. And he knew the perfect place to do just that. Waving at his eldest son, he turned around and went down the connecting hall to the dining room. He opened the curtains, revealing a sliding door that lead to the patio. He stepped outside and took a deep, cleansing breath. The sun was beginning to set and it sent out tendrils of light that circled around him in a calming embrace. Tiedoll sighed.

"Alright, now what could be wrong with my precious Yuu? Marie could be right about the whole thing and it could just be a small spat he had with Brittany. But they've fought before, and it never lasted more than an hour at a time, so that can't be it. It isn't Kendo club either because he attended that yesterday. What could be troubling him so much?"

Tiedoll walked up to the railings that circled the patios. He had set them up when Kanda was a child so he wouldn't fall and hurt himself. It had been years since they needed to be concerned with Kanda's safety and the rails were no longer necessary, but he didn't have the heart to remove them. He leaned up against them—looking up at the sky as the colors danced and overflowed his senses. All was quiet and he didn't hear the soft footfalls creeping up from behind him. By the time he took notice of the presence behind him, it was too late.

"LOOK OUT, OLD MAN!" screamed the black haired boy who had launched himself into Tiedoll's side—effectively tackling him to the ground in a loud 'THUMP'! Startled out of his peaceful reverie, Tiedoll glanced at the one responsible for throwing him to the ground. The culprit? His middle son, Daisya. He chuckled softly before pushing the college freshman off his chest.

"Must you really tackle me like that? I'm older than I look, you know," Tiedoll stated with an air of amused exasperation as he got up from his fallen position on the floor. Daisya just laughed at him and stood up with a grin plastered onto his face.

" 'Old' my ass. The day your age affects your personality or performance is the day we get Kanda to wear a pink and frilly tutu and sing 'Sunshine, Lollipops'. And let me be the first to tell you, the chances of that happening anytime soon are… oh… so slim that there is no number known for it. In other words, THERE'S NO WAY IN HELL THAT'S GONNA HAPPEN!" Daisya laughed harder as he helped to steady his father when he got to his feet. Tiedoll laughed with him.

"Now, there's no need to go that far. It would be a miracle to get him to even listen to us without him trying to hack us to pieces." The two laughed heartily at this for some time. As they were slowly catching their breath, Daisya looked at his watch. Spotting the time, he took off at a dead sprint—leaving his foster father on the patio.

"Where are you going!" yelled a very confused Tiedoll. Daisya turned around and began to run backwards.

"I'm gonna be late to soccer practice! See ya later!" Daisya turned back around with a wave of his hand and ran towards the university. Tiedoll chuckled at his middle son's antics and headed back into the house—not noticing the Japanese boy looking at his from a window in the floor above. He walked around the hallways for a bit before deciding to begin cooking dinner for the boys and himself—forgetting about his youngest son's concerning personality change.

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Sunlight streamed through the window, the only source of light in the otherwise darkened room. The walls held no posters or memorabilia that would give something away about the current inhabitant of the room. Not much was present in the room as a whole. Other than the stray article of clothing on the floor, a shoulder bag on the back of a desk chair, and the rumpled bed sheets, the room looked more like one of those rooms set up for an open house than a teenage boy's room. It looked uninhabited.

But, the movement of said teenage boy would say differently. The boy was around eighteen years old. His dark blue hair was pulled up in a high ponytail upon his head with two long clumps of hair framing his face and uneven bangs covering his forehead. He had fierce, cold eyes such a dark blue that they looked to be black. He had the slender form of someone who was physically fit, but without the bulking muscles. He had the body of a samurai, and his name was Yuu Kanda.

Kanda was pacing across the tatami mats covering his floor—deep in thought. He sighed softly and walked to his desk—sitting down in the chair before taking out his journal. He wrote for a few minutes before becoming restless once again. He threw his journal back into his bag and stomped over to the wall and slamming his fists against it.

"DANM IT ALL TO HELL! Why me? Why did it have to be me? I'd do anything to get out of this. Anything to just pretend this never happened. I'd let Tiedoll call me by my first name. I'd call the moyashi by his real name. Hell, I'd be nice to that baka usagi if this could just end!" Kanda slammed his fists against the wall again before hearing a small whimpering coming from his bed. He peered over his shoulder to make sure the small bundle of violet blankets weren't disturbed and its contents weren't moving. When he was sure it was quiet again, Kanda let out the breath he hadn't even realized he'd been holding and walked softly over to his bed to pick up the small bundle and hold it to his chest—it small bundle cuddling into the crook of his neck in content.

"Gomenasai," he whispered softly. He peered at the bundle of blankets nestled in his arms and sighed. "What am I going to do?" he asked himself while walking to the window—sitting on the ledge and looking out at the sunset. A small noise came from the bundle in his arms as it wiggled restlessly for a few seconds. Kanda just held it closer to himself and sang a lullaby he remembered his mother singing to him when he was a child before she had passed away—one of the few thing he actually remembered of his biological family. Kanda slowly felt more relaxed—something that didn't come easily or naturally to the young samurai, especially in the past few years—as the familiar lyrics of the song filled his room with a melancholy yet sweet tone. The bundle in his arms had settled down and Kanda found himself falling asleep. He had nearly succumbed to the weariness in his body when a sudden 'THUMP!' from below his windowsill brought him back to reality.

"What was that?" Kanda thought to himself. He cracked the window open a bit in order to listen to what was happening outside on the patio.

" 'Old' my ass…" trailed a voice that sounded familiar to Kanda.

"Daisya?" questioned Kanda quietly. He leaned out the window a bit in order to get a better view of the patio and he saw his foster father and older 'brother' laughing about something. Kanda smirked. Even though he would never admit it out loud to anyone—he could hardly admit it to himself—he truly loved his family. And he knew they loved him, too.

"Che. I'm going soft." He looked down at his arms, which were still cradling the violet bundle to his chest. "This is your fault. If you hadn't come along, things would still be normal." There was no response, but, then again, he didn't really expect to get one. Chuckling to himself, Kanda peered down at the patio one last time, only to see that Tiedoll was heading back to the house. He smiled softly. Staying on the window ledge, Kanda watched the sunset and the moon come out before he shook himself out of his reverie. Adjusting the bundle in his arms, Kanda pulled out a cellphone from his pocket—noting the time with a heavy heart. He'd have to tell them about what happened at some time. The problem being… he didn't know how or when he should tell them. With a sigh, Kanda looked at the time again. By now, Marie should be finishing his homework, Daisya should be on his way home from soccer practice, and Tiedoll should be making dinner…

"Dinner," Kanda thought to as he got up from his perch on the window. "I guess that would be a good a time as any to tell them the big news. He walked over to his bed and gently set the small bundle on his pillows. The bundle cooed quietly. "This'll be a dinner we'll never forget." He smirked as he sat at his desk—preparing for the nightmare that was sure to come at dinner that night.

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"There. It's done," Tiedoll thought as he added the finishing touches to the edible masterpiece he had been concocting for the past…three hours. "Daisya should be home from practice by now. I know Marie is done with his homework and in his room. And Kanda… hasn't made a sound—other than the initial slamming of the door—since he got home. What's wrong with my little Yuu-chan!" Tiedoll cried out, not noticing the sharp metal blade inching towards his neck.

"I told you not to call me that, Old Man," the voice of the owner of said blade growled. "And there's nothing wrong with me!" Tiedoll spun around on his heel to face the boy standing behind him.

"My boy! I haven't seen you all day! Why didn't come say hello to your own father?" Tiedoll cried as he tried to glomp his youngest son. But, Kanda had stepped to the side—causing hid father to fall flat on his face.

"Che. Baka Chichi. So, what's for dinner?" Kanda asked, eyeing the mountain of foods warily.

"I'm glad you asked!" exclaimed Tiedoll while Kanda sheathed Mugen. "I made pepperoni pizza for Daisya, beef with steamed vegetables and mashed potatoes for Marie, a chef's salad with tofu for me, and soba with tempura for Yuu!"

"…"

"What?"

"Che. Nothing. Do you want me to get Daisya and Marie down here for dinner?" asked Kanda quietly.

Tiedoll stared at Kanda in disbelief. He couldn't believe that Kanda had just offered to help him with something willingly. WILLINGLY! He never helps with something as mundane as calling his brothers down for dinner. Knowing Kanda's nearly nonexistent patience, Tiedoll quickly got over his initial shock and smiled at his youngest son.

"No, that's alright. But, I'd be grateful if you could set the table for me."

"Che, whatever." Kanda walked over to the cupboard—removing the necessary utensils for dinner. Tiedoll looked on with a smile on his lips and tears in his eyes. Watching Kanda for another minute or so, Tiedoll excused himself from the kitchen so he could inform his other sons that dinner was ready.

"I kind of like this new Yuu, but I must say that I somewhat miss the old Yuu," Tiedoll thought to himself as he made his way up the stairs. "Boys! Come on downstairs! Dinner is ready!"

"EPIC!" screamed Daisya as he bolted down the stairs.

"Daisya, could you please refrain from screaming so close to me. Your voice is worse than nails on a chalkboard," Marie said calmly as he walked out of his room.

"Tojikomeru, Marie!" yelled Daisya from the dining room.

"Please don't argue, boys. Let's try to have a nice family dinner," replied Tiedoll as he and Marie walked into the dining room. He looked at the dining table and froze in shock. Daisya, also in a state of shock, looked like a fish out of water with mouth open and his eyes bugging out of his head. Marie couldn't see what was going on, but he could sense from the others sudden reactions that something wasn't quite right.

"Are all of you just going to stand there like idiots or are you going to sit down and eat? 'Cause you're really starting to piss me off." Kanda was already sitting in his seat at the table. That wasn't what stunned them, though. What had stunned them was the current condition of the table. It was not only set, but Kanda had, apparently, made their favorite drinks for them—chamomile tea for Tiedoll, sweet tea for Marie, and a root beer float for Daisya. Noticing that they weren't making any moves to take their seats, Kanda scowled and turned back to his dinner with a "Che."

Coming to their senses, the men sat down in their respective seats and glanced at each other with worried expressions plastered on their faces. What was up with Kanda? They went through dinner in relative silence, only speaking when asked a question about what they had done that day, all of which Kanda avoided with an air of unease. Soon enough, the boys finished their dinner and cleared the table. When they finished washing up and they fetched the dessert Tiedoll had made—vanilla cake—Kanda cleared his throat and waited for his family to turn their attention to him.

"Can all of you wait for me in the living room? There's something I have to tell you all about and it would be better if you were all sitting." Kanda glanced at each of them in turn with his usual stoic look, but there was something different about it. There was another emotion present—uncertainty. His family consented immediately. They moved to the living room in a shocked daze, the memory of their ruthless family member practically PLEADING for them to listen to him was just too much for them to take in after all of the shocks they've received in the course of a few hours. The men sat down silently and waited for their youngest family member to explain what this was all about.

Kanda, having made up his mind about the proper course of action necessary hours ago, took in a deep breath and walked into the dim lighted room. His family looked up at him.

"There's something I haven't been completely honest about lately." His eldest brother and his father shared a look of understanding, but didn't say anything. "This past week, I know I've been acting strangely and I have a legitimate reason for this. You see, I'm—"

"waaa." The men all looked around. Various degrees of emotions and statuses ranged on their features, from confusion to worry, each man had their own respective reaction to the foreign noise that sounded as if it were coming from upstairs.

"What is that noise?" asked Marie, trying to use his enhanced hearing aids to pinpoint the source of the mysterious whining sound.

"How the hell should I know? Yo, Pops! You know what that was?" replied Daisya. Tiedoll shook his head.

"No, not at all. What about—" Tiedoll cut himself off when he realized his youngest son was nowhere to be found. "Kanda?"

"I'm right here," replied Kanda from his position on the staircase. He walked back into the living room with a small bundle of violet blankets nestled in his arms—the same blankets from earlier.

"Yo, Bro," Daisya called out, "what's with the blankets?"

Before Kanda could answer, a soft cooing resonated from the blankets. Marie glanced at Kanda as the cooing continued.

"Kanda, is that what I think it is or am I finally losing it?" Marie cautiously asked his brother.

"Marie, what are you—" Tiedoll gasped as Kanda peeled away the blankets from the contents in the crook of his arm.

"Oh my God," whispered Daisya, at a loss for words for the first time in his life. The three eldest males were shell shocked. In front of them was a scene they ever thought they'd live to witness. A scene of Kanda…holding a small baby girl with long, dark blue hair and melted milk chocolate colored eyes. Her skin was as pale as thick cream and she had a look of innocent wonder playing across her small features. Kanda looked down at her with a fondness they didn't think was possible for the stoic, cold-hearted bastard that was their Kanda. He glanced up at them and smirked.

"As I was saying before, I'm a father."

3,819 words. I think I did pretty good for a prologue. ^^

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