Innocent Sin

Notes: I'm late! I'm late for a very important date! Thank gawd for the weekend, now I can see and right. I am sorry this took so damn long, I've been sick. VERRRRRRRY sick. Okay, in this chapter is the big time skip. Squee will take his appearance very soon. Here we go with the story. The only reason for a time skip is because I have a lot to write, and a lot to do for school. I don't want to keep any of you guys waiting. So therefore, let's get to the good parts of the story, yes? Enjoy.

Disclaimer: Nyx is mine. Johnny, Devi, as well as all JtHM characters and materials belong to his master, Jhonen. Lyrics belong to Eiffel 65...they rock.

Chapter Nine: Black-Haired Child

Expect for a weak heartbeat at the beginning of life, she was a prefectly healthy girl. Much to her 'family's' ease. Parenthood had taken its toll among the first few months, which quickly turned into full years. Devi had taken to it, as best as she could, with a poor attempt of Johnny. Yet, 'Nny seemed to take a quick liking to this new girl. It was different for him, a different feeling. She existed because he existed. She was formed through him. The features, the hair, all belonged to him. She even had a name, similar to his own. Johnny was pleased.

Devi had been seated, one night after the spare room had been done up, for the new arrival. Finally exhausted, she had collapsed within a chair beside one of her front windows. Johnny had approached her, through the front door, soaked with rainwater, his hands clasped with two Brainfreezeys. With a goofy grin, he had presented her with one.

"Thought it would boost your energy."

Devi nodded, even through she vowed ever to touch one of these; they were still pretty good.

"Thanks." She took a sip of the substance, finding it still chilled.

"Is she asleep? I don't hear noise."

"Yes, finally."

"She's cool isn't she?"

"..You could say that."

"Her name is pretty." Johnny sat down, swirling his cherry brainfreezey with a straw.

"I told Squee about her, earlier," Johnny continued. "seemed freaked out." He shrugged. "Oh well. Maybe he'll come and see her one day."

Devi laughed. "Well this doesn't happen everyday 'Nny."

"..It doesn't? Oh! Yeah. The whole past thingy."

[The past is all that's gone, the future is yet to come. This moment is all our own. We should live this way, just building up our day, now and forever we should think about, what we got right now, cause the good things are made up of time. Smile to your problems, leave the past behind. Never forget this. Find the truth in your soul, keeping you alive. Going on from minute to minute. Don't shade the future, with all that's behind. Live for today. ]

-4 Years-

Her image was much like the painting hanging above her bed framed, and nailed. Frail, almost ghostly complexion that was pinched with youthful life. Eyes that slanted to a certain align, resembled the shape of her father figure, but her pupils were bright green. Her most interesting feature, would be the stringy black hair, which contained no highlights, twisted up into pigtails, to keep the messy hair out of her face. Her body was lanky, and small. Her clothing bagged, and fitted loosely. A child with no vision of the past, only the future.

She was envious of the creature that had twirled, and danced among the hot air, with its vivid colors. Interested, she followed the flapping wings down the sidewalk. She giggled and quirked a brow, waving both hands up into the air eagerly, trying to attract its attention to her. She continued a run along the sidewalk, against the dim lighting of the sunshine, which peeked through a few treetops.

"C'here, butterfly," She called, slightly agitated.

As if on cue, the butterfly fluttered off down a trail, in the other direction, towards the bustling street outside of the park. Carelessly, she ran down the other trail, towards the gateway where the small park ended, struggling to keep up. She watched as the butterfly took off across the street, the little girl was following. A few steps led her against the edge of the sidewalk, before attempting to cross into the street.  A pair of forceful hands stopped her, tightly locked around her thin waist, which hoisted her off the ground.

"There you are!" A male voice squeaked. "Nooo, the street is evil. Don't go in there."

She yelped in surprise, before a pair of dark eyes met her green ones. She seemed annoyed with the sudden pull, which her trail after the butterfly had died. Yet the man simply grinned, and held her by one hand, before patting her head. She swung her small arms around his neck before speaking.

"Dad!"

He furrowed a brow; obviously having a four-year old daughter was much more then he had intended it to be. He figured it was like taking care of Squee. No, this was much more then Squee. While Squee was a friend, this was his daughter. No matter, he turned away from the street, and began his walk down the sidewalk, watching as her gaze traveled around the place.

"Want to go back home? Maybe there's Jell-O... Mmm..."

"Cherry?" Her attention was suddenly taken.

"Cherry Jell-O!" He giggled, and soon she joined in with the giggling.

The giggling attracted a few stares from passers-by, which annoyed Johnny. While walking, he stuck his foot out, at a gawking man. The man tripped over his foot, and fell into the street, headfirst. A passing van quickly ended his life by crushing his upper-half in a mass of organs and bloodstains. Johnny, seeming pleased, grinned smugly.

"Argh, my arms are all noodley." Johnny picked her back up by the waist, and settled her upon his shoulder blades. She didn't say anything to object, and clung to the identical black hair.

"Eee..What're we going to tell Devi today?"

"About going to the park?" The child replied absentmindedly.

"Yes!"

"What are we not going to tell her?" Johnny smirked.

"How you dismembered that ice cream man." She laughed.

"Right!"

"Right!"

"That was funny, daddy."

"Ice cream is over-priced." Johnny shook his head, exhaling a content sigh.

The sun's light seemed to have been stubbornly blocked out by gray clouds, as the two strolled backward towards the apartment complex. The butterfly had appeared again, fluttering in Johnny's face. He swung a free arm, to shoo it away. It flew up and landed on her nose. She wrinkled her nose and watched it with crossed eyes. Her father's watchful glance, peered upward with a smile.