Disclaimer: I don't own KND and none of the characters of the cartoon (I'm getting tired of it...). I just own the DCFDTL mother (she will appear in this chapter again, yuppy!) and some others secondary characters. Please, enjoy the fic! Oh, and an extra note: it's a little bit short and Donovan centered, but it's a good chapter anyway!


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Operation: P.I.C.T.U.R.E.

Problems
Involving
Complicated
Teenagers
Unable to
Release
Emotions

Writing Operative: Ukiby3000 a.k.a. KibyMoon

Chapter 7: And That's Almost The Whole Story

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Story (n.) 1. Narrative, tale. 2. Novel.

3. Topic in a newspaper

"EXTRA!! EXTRA!! Read everything about it!! Great undertaker ask for his demission after fifteen years of work. EXTRA!! EXTRA!!" the man in the news stand was shouting like crazy about the main topic of the newspaper in the morning of June in the year of 1989.

The great undertaker that he was talking about was also know by the name of Mr. Delightful. He asked for his demission after the "death" of his wife and went to a big mansion with his five children. And, after this, nobody else talked about him.

Five weeks later...

"DO IT FASTER!!"

Mr. Delightful's voice echoed inside a big room with wooden floor and white walls. Inside the room, him and his five children were alone. The little six yearold children were trying hard to work with the weapons that their father gave them. The only one without a weapon was the little Kasen, that was training with his bare hands against Miette that was holding a staff that was three times taller than her. He needed to protect himself from the swings while she tried to hit him the way she could.

Nadine was with a bow on her hands and lots of arrows were laying next to her feet. Her "duty" was shoot the arrows right in the middle of a target that was in the other side of the big room. It was a hard thing for her, once that she just started to use an arrow that week and the distance between her and the target was really wide.

On the other corner of the room, Albin was trying as hard as he could to defend himself and attack Donovan with his pair of katanas, while his taller brother was trying to do the same with his two-handed iron sword that was really heavy and was bigger than him in height, but he needed to learn how to fight with it.

While the children were practicing, Mr. Delightful just watched with his black tired eyes and ordered them to go faster when he perceived that they were trying to go slower or were getting tired. He wanted them to be perfect fighters, and the only way he knew that he could achieve that was to make them train hard, everyday.

After almost three hours of training, the man told the kids to stop and that they were authorized to go to their bedrooms. The children, even wanting to go running to their bedrooms, walked slow, so then their father wouldn't get angry at them.

When the boys reached their room, Albin let himself fall on his bed and he took a deep breathe in relief. Kasen did the same. Donovan was the only one that was still standing next to the door, panting and sweating.

"Donovan, sit on your bed," Kasen said recovering himself form the tiredness.

Suddenly, the brown haired boy fell on the floor of the bedroom, fainted. His eyes were closed and he looked dead. His brothers rose from their beds and went to help him. Donovan were always more tired than any of his siblings, because his weapon was the heaviest of all and he needed to protect himself from two weapons with that "iron monster", the way he called his sword for some months after receiving it from father.

In the girls' bedroom, Miette was untying her hair and Nadine was preparing herself to take a bath.

"Are you going with me Miette?" asked the blonde girl to her sister.

"No," the little girl answered not turning to her sister.

Both of them were very tired, but Nadine was always the less tired of them all, because she didn't need to protect herself from no one. And the blonde girl always felt bad because of this.

Nadine went to the bathroom and, in the way, she passed by her brother's bedroom. She put her ear on the door, and heard Albin and Kasen talk in a little desperate way, but she didn't listen to Donovan. She oppened the door and saw her brother laying on the floor, emotionless.

"What happened?!" she said out loud with the scene.

"He fainted. He was exausted," Kasen said, trying to make his brother wake up.

"Wake up bro'!" Albin said, now a little bit scared.

Nadine kneelt on the floor and started to try to wake her brother too. Then, all of sudden, Mr. Delightful appeared on the bedroom door and all the children frooze. He looked at Donovan on the floor and said: "What's his problem?"

"He fainted dad," Albin said, not looking at his father's eyes. He was too scared to do this.

"I see," the man said low, without emotion on his voice.

He then kneelt on the floor and grabbed the unconcious boy. The other three children didn't say a word. They didn't have courage to say anything to go against their father's will.

The man went to his bedroom with the boy on his arms and pushed the door that was already half opened. He put the boy on the bed and went out.

Five years before...

"Where's the little sweet cute mommy's boy?"

"And where's daddy?"

Susan and Mr. Delightful were in their apartment with their five children. They all had just a couple of months at the time.

"Miette! You little cute thing! Mommy loves you! Time to eat now!"

"Susan, do you think that Kasen will be like me when he grows up?"

"Why are you asking this?" the blonde woman asked while nursing Miette.

"It's just because he's the only one who has dark skin like me. I wonder if he's going to be like me."

"Any of the boys can be like you." she answered softly.

"And, do you think that any of the girls will be like you?"

"Well, all I want from them is to be themselves. If they will look like us in the future, well, this doesn't bother me at all."

Mr. Delightful smiled at his wife and continued to look at the four little babies on the bed, looking everything around, discovering the world around them. He was happy to have such a good family.

Five years later...

Donovan openned his eyes slowly and looked around while his blurred vision was becoming clearer. Suddenly, he realized that he was on his father's bedroom, and he also felt that he was without his shirt and also felt something on his wrists and ankles. He tried to move both but it was useless. He was all tied up to bed with heavy and shinning chains. Desperation invaded his mind and he tryed to find a way to escape as fast as he could.

But, he stopped when he heard steps comming towards the bedroom. He shut his eyes and pretended that he was still fainted.

Father entered in the bedroom and passed by the bed, until he reached his red armchair and sat on it. Then. everything became silent.

The boy on the bed then started to open his eyes very slowly, and also tried to find his father on the room. When his eyes found the armchair, he saw the brunet man sat there, emotionless. His heart skipped a beat and the desperation invaded him again, now, stronger than before when he realized that Mr. Delightful was with a whip on his right hand.

The man raised from his seat and walked towards the bed, analizing the boy like an object of experience, like a innocent guinea-pig just waiting to his fatal and inevitable meeting with some sort of new medicine or vaccine.

After the "examinination", Father said, looking everywhere but into his son's eyes: "You woke up. So, you fainted right? You fainted because you were exhausted, right?"

Then, Mr. Delightful's black eyes met Donovan's light-blue eyes and he said, unrolling his whip: "I think now I can show you a better reason to faint."

Father said that in such merciless and cold tone of voice, that the boy's body freeze and he couldn't say or do anything. He was powerless there, tied on that bed, at the mercy of his cruel father. He knew what was about to happen, and he knew for sure that it wasn't going to be beautiful.

All of sudden, the whip cracked and Donovan felt the cut on his bare chest. He wanted to scream, but he wasn't going to do this, because that's what his father wanted to hear.

Mr. Delightful got more angry when he didn't hear any scream and said, making the whip crack over and over again on his son's chest and legs, ripping his pants: "So, you're going to pretend that you are very though? Well, let's see how though you are!"

That punishment was really excruciating, but the young boy did his best to don't cry or scream. He just moaned four or five times, but that was all the signal of pain that he demonstrated to his father, while he kept spanking him with the leather object, and more and more red bruises appeared, and more blood flowed from some cuts.

When Father got tired, he stopped and looked at his "work". He rolled up the whip again and said, after going out: "You're too stubborn Donovan. This will lead you to your destruction. Listen what I'm saying to you my son."

Twelve years later...

"Cough... Cough..."

The days were getting darker and darker on the DCFDTL mansion when Father got really sick. But, he didn't want to go to the doctor like normal people. He used to say that "doctors were for the weaks".

It was up to his children to take care of him. And, once that father had dismissed all the employess, it was up to they to clean the house, but, once it was a mansion, it was almost impossible for them to clean everything in just one single day. They also used to forget three to five rooms, what started to make the house get more disgusting and darker then it was.

Their grades at scholl were getting lower and they were starting to sleep less than six hours per day to take care of house and their father, because, even beeing a bad and cruel person, he was a human being after all and they couldn't simply let the man that feed and educated them die on his bed.

Donovan was preparing his father's lunch when Miette appeared in the kitchen. She looked tired and in need for some sleep. The boy wasn't in a better condidtion.

"Father's lunch?" the girl asked sitting on chair.

"Yes."

"Want me to take this to him?"

"No. I need to talk with him," Donovan said looking at his sister with a strange look on his eyes behind his dark bangs. Miette felt a little shiver run down her spine while facing her brother.

When everything was prepared, he took the board and walked to Mr. Delightful's bedroom. he opened the door and said: "Father? Are you awake?"

"Yes Donovan. Come in," the man said with a weak voice.

The boy entered and looked around. That bedroom was the only really clean room in the house. The window was open and a lot of light was coming in, just the opposite of the other rooms. He walked next to the bed and said, putting the board on his father lap and sitting on the bed: "Do you want to talk?"

"Well, if you want to hear..."

"I Want. Say."

"Donovan... My life is getting shorter as the minutes pass and nothing you all say is going to change the way I think," The man ate a piece of meat and continued: "And I would like to say that, even without defeating KND, I'm not unhappy at all. In fact, I'm happy that I'm close to death."

"Don't say this father."

"But it's true my son. You know, Miette knows, all you know. I wish that this food would be poisoned, so then my suffering would have an end."

"Well, I think you wish is already granted."

Father looked at Donovan puzzled and the boy smiled, softly and warm. Suddenly, the brunet man felt something on his chest and felt his air going away fast. But, with a last breath, he said, looking deep on his son's eyes: "You finally threw water on the fire, right?"

The boy smiled again and the man gave his last breath and then his body stayed emotionless and his black eyes were wide open. The boy closed them both and then looked at the door just to confirm his suspicion. Miette, his sister, was there, and she saw Father struggling with death and then passing away. She also heard him and Donovan talk to each other. Her pretty blue eyes facing his brother while he was facing her.

Even seeing that her brother did a bad thing, she understood his motives.

All of sudden, she ran and hugged him, crying. He hugged her back and they stayed in the bedroom almost twenty minutes, with Father dead by their side. Everything bad was gone now.


Notes:

1) Review, please!!

2) Just a little thing: I'm Brazillian, if you are curious or just want to know this!

3) Next chapter will come God knows when... Any comment about this seventh chapter??

4) Thankx for reading! It means a lot to me!!

5) Happy New Year!! Happy 2005!!

6) Special notes for special people:

FTiger: Your note is going by e-mail!

alonelyshadow: Wait for the next chapter and almost everything in chapter six will be solved (I said ALMOST!)