Kid was almost 3 years old, and yet he displayed the intelligence of someone who was much older. The only problem was he never talked, only a few words. Of course, this didn't concern Shinigami, who never noticed things like that. Kid had never cried before, either. Maybe a couple sniffles, but no full out crying. He wasn't very emotional, and he was able to keep himself busy while his father was at work. One day, Shinigami came home early.
"Hello, Kiddo-kun~!" he sang. "Ready to have some fun?" Kid came racing around the corner, and flung himself into his father's arms and snuggled into his cloak. Shinigami smiled under his mask, and set his son down. "Where's your brother, Kiddo?" Shinigami asked. Kid looked up and shrugged. Shinigami ruffled his son's hair. "Never mind that, let's go."
They walked outside, Kid clutching his father's hand. He loved going out with his dad, they did all sorts of fun things. First, they went to the park. They climbed trees, ran around, and Shinigami showed Kid how to swing on a swing. Then, they went into Death City, where they went to the ice cream store. People stared, and some even ran to get out of the way. It's not everyday you saw Death walking down the street. Shinigami just rolled his eyes under his mask and continued to walk. For some reason, the people staring and hurriedly getting out of the way made Kid mad. He frowned and gave them death stares (ha-ha no pun intended). He scowled at them as well, making them stare even more.
"Is that Lord Death?" "It's Shinigami-sama! That filthy trash." "I didn't know he had a son." "Weird, he'll probably grow up just like his father, a monster with no feelings."
That last one made Kid recoil in shock. His father certainly had feelings! How dare they say that! Shinigami looked down and saw Kid brimming with anger, a purple aura glowing around him.
"Oi, Kiddo. Don't listen to them." Shinigami said quietly, patting Kid's head. Kid looked up, and Shinigami saw the fierce anger in his golden eyes. He sighed. "None of their foolish words bother me, Kid. People have their own opinions, and people resent Death," he explained. "Don't worry about them." some of the anger faded from Kid's eyes, and the aura grew less intense.
"How about we eat our ice cream and go?" he suggested, and Kid nodded.
Later, after they had finished, Shinigami put Kid on his shoulders, causing him to smile and giggle. They walked back into the mansion to find Asura sitting on the couch. Asura whipped his head around, narrowing his eyes.
"I see you two had fun." He snapped. Kid's goofy smile faded, and Shinigami took him off his shoulders and set home on the floor. Kid stood quietly, not sure what to do.
"We looked for you, Asura-kun, but you were busy~" Shinigami explained, his voice trying to stay chipper. Asura frowned and turned away.
"You could've tried harder. Whatever, I wouldn't want you to waste your precious time with your favorite son." Asura said, scowling. Shinigami sighed and tried to explain.
"Don't say that, Asura-kun. You know I love you both and-" Shinigami started, but Asura interrupted.
"No, I don't know! He's your favorite, the perfect one!" Asura yelled, his voice growing louder. Shinigami's voice grew stern.
"Asura. Believe what you want, but I am telling you the truth." He said sternly.
"Whatever." Asura muttered. Shinigami turned around and patted Kid on the head.
"I have to go back to work, be good." He said, his voice tired as he walked out the door. Kid stood there for a minute, and then walked over and crawled onto the couch, where Asura was watching TV. Asura glared at him, and Kid pouted, making Asura smile a bit.
"It's not your fault you're perfect, come here." he said, patting the seat next to him. Kid smiled and crawled over, snuggling up against him. Asura smiled softly and patted his brother's head. Soon, they both fell asleep.
Shinigami returned later that night, exhausted. He allowed himself a tiny smile when he saw his two sons cuddled up against each other on the couch. He pulled off his cloak and wrapped it around them, took off his mask and kissed their foreheads. Then, he walked up to his own room.
In the morning, Asura woke up to find Kid still in a deep sleep, and their father's cloak wrapped around them. With a sigh of disgust, Asura flicked it off.
"Stupid...I don't need his help." he said, and walked out the door, leaving Kid behind.
It continued to be like that, Asura completely ignoring his father sometimes, but he still stayed with Kid. It seemed like a big gap had opened between Shinigami and Asura.
Shinigami seemed to go more frustrated with Asura everyday, but he was careful not to let their arguments happen around Kid. The only thing they seemed to have in common and agree on these days was they both loved Kid. They kept their arguments a secret.
One time, Asura came home late, while Shinigami and Kid were about to have dinner.
"Oh, Asura-kun welcome back~" Shinigami called. "Where have you been?" Asura shifted uncomfortably.
"Nowhere..." he answered. Shinigami coughed.
"Really? Hmm...does 'nowhere' count as outside of Death City?" Shinigami said, his tone suddenly serious. Asura inwardly cursed himself. He'd forgotten that his father could find anyone, anywhere by using his Soul Perception.
"It's none of your business." Asura muttered.
"Actually, it is, considering I'm your father. What business do you have out of Death City? Why have you been going out almost everyday and "And don't say you've been going out on missions. I know you haven't."
"I don't have to stay within Death City like you do, father. And I have been doing missions! I've been training as well!" Asura answered. He'd told him the truth. Well, maybe not the whole truth.
"I wish you'd tell me when you leave." Shinigami said. Asura scoffed.
"You don't think I can fend for myself? What's out there that you don't want me to see?" Asura exclaimed.
"Lots of things, Asura! Lots!" Shinigami yelled, slamming his oversized gloved hands on the table, causing Kid at the other end to jump a bit. Asura frowned.
"Like what?" Asura yelled back. Shinigami let out a large sigh.
"I can't tell you," he answered.
"Then I can't tell you why I'm going out there." Asura snapped.
"You may not go out there without my ok. It's for your own good."
"Since when have you cared about my own good?" Asura shouted, a furious look in his eyes. Asura's hatred was a burning fire, scorching anyone who dared to get close. Just then, a glass shattered behind them. Shinigami and Asura paused, whipping their heads around. Kid stood there, broken glass at his feet.
His gold eyes were full of anger and sadness, tears brimming on the edge of falling down his face. He glared at them and shook his head.
"Stop fighting." He whispered, and then walked away. Shinigami and Asura stopped, their intensity fading. They made a silent agreement at that moment that they'd never fight in front of Kid again.
Another short chapter, sorry _ Do you guys like it? I'm trying to improve my writing style…Remember to review!
