When you are an existence, a force of the world governing over life and death, things like time didn't really much, because when you are such a presence, you exist outside of time, you just are. But Lord Death didn't need a good sense of time to know it was too early for his three-year-old to be knocking on his mirror. What on earth did the little squish need at this hour? It had to be at least two in the morning, y'know, probably. He shuffled over so he was in front of mirror and saw his little Kiddo there, shuffling around and looking uncomfortable. He instantly knew what was wrong. Kid had had a nightmare, an unsettling experience for the child. And of course, because this was Kid we are talking about, the situation was… odd. Because of the circumstances of Kid's birth, Kid was naturally void of all fears. The only thing Kid might be afraid of was the concept of death, an unescapable fear that Lord Death had himself despite having unloaded all his fears on his first son. Because Lord Death gave all his fear to Asura, when Kid was made there was none left for him, and so he was made small and inexperienced so that he could properly learn things like the value of life, how to fear, and other important things that Asura never learned because he was created whole and experienced. With that all in mind, Kid still had nightmares, but his reaction was… different then a normal child.

When most children awoke from a nightmare they felt a whole flurry of emotions, the most prominent of which being fear, and they would scream and cry and go running to their parents' room to sleep in their bed; but when Kid had a nightmare, there was no screaming or crying. He would wake up with a gasp and stare at the ceiling of the Death Room, full of anxiety and unease, but never fear. Eventually he would become so uneasy that it would be impossible to go back to sleep and he would end up running to his father. Lord Death sighed and stepped through the mirror.

"What was it this time?" Death asked as he plucked his precocious little boy off the floor.

"I don't really remember… I think it had something to do those immortal things you told me about last week. They creep me out, they don't die, their presence upsets the balance of world." Kid half buried his face in his father's cloak, still remaining some sort of eye to mask contact. "Nothing should upset the balance and symmetry of the world."

"I know, they freak me out too, Kiddo." Lord Death rubbed Kids back, before taking the opportunity to try and make a joke to cheer the boy up. "What's worse their usually super weird looking to." Kid smiled a little bit, but didn't chuckle.

"Father, that's not funny."

Time to take the joke even further.

"It's true. I know of one that is a werewolf, so he's got pointy teeth, and he has a tattoo over one of his eyes and not the other." Eh, what's a joke without a little bit of truth?

"Ewww!"

"I know, Kiddo, it's very 'ew'." Lord Death chuckled, sitting down on his sons bed. "So what do want to do this time to do to sleep, do you want to me to read to you or do you want to just lay down?"

"Let's lay down, if you don't mind." Kid's face was now fully buried in his father's cloak. Lord Death nodded and laid down on the bed, still rubbing an oversized thumb over Kid's tiny back. Things were quiet for a few minutes, until Kid spoke up again. "Father… today Miss Samantha took me to the park. I played with a few of the other children, and when I did a spider went and crawled up onto a little girl's hand and she panicked. When I asked her why she acted that she said it was because she was afraid of them. She has a fear of spiders and then she looked at me like I was weird for not knowing what that was, it only got worse when I stated that I don't have any such fears. "Everybody is afraid of something." She said. Father, why don't have any fears?"

Nope, no, no, no, nope! Death was definitely, most certainly not explaining this to his toddler. He was too young; he didn't need to know about that whole mess. What was he supposed to say? This wasn't in any parenting manual that Lord Death casually glanced at when Spirit had brought them to work when his own wife got pregnant.

"Eh… Well, Kiddo… You see, it's like…" Kid was looking up at him with those sweet eyes of his. Damnit. "It's… just part of being a reaper. Reapers don't have any need for petty things like fears. It's just one of those things that make you special."

"Really?" He was buying it… good.

"Yeah, now why don't you close those little eyes, we wouldn't want you all tired when Samantha comes for you in the morning." Kid nodded and cuddled back into his father's chest. After a few minutes Kid was asleep again, safe from nightmares in his father's arms.

Lord Death breathed out yet another sigh. Crisis averted, for now at least.

Author's Note:

Yeah, this one is more of a long drabble then it is anything else, but I like it. It also strayed a little from the original prompt of "For own ideas, how about an chapter about little Kid having a nightmare and seeking comfort with his father?" But I can explain, between getting that little seed of an idea and actually writing it, during the planning stages, I was reading the manga's ending chapters again and I got to the bit when they were discussing how Kid had no fear and was made inexperienced on purpose so he could learn and all that jazz and the story just got away from me and here we are XD I'm so sorry.

What's worse, after watching the anime again and having a conversation in youtube comment section, I have another idea for a chapter and I don't think I'll be able to do more than planning for other stories until this one is out of my system. Damnit.

Thanks for the support, darlings, I love reviews. If college didn't have me in such a tizzy with the work load and also Halloween, I would have uploaded faster but… eh -u-" opps? I really the reviews, they really help my mood and motivation. And my statement in the last chapter still stands, I don't care how old this is, always feel free to review :P