The house's peaceful atmosphere had been replaced into an unwelcoming mood. It pervaded the moment the six men stepped foot into the house. The Victorian dwelling's polished wooden floor echoes and groaned. It was unfamiliar to the extra weight it had to support.

When was the last time we had guests mom allowed in? Y/N wondered, glancing over at the men, who were already making themselves comfortable on the sofas. Urie noticed her staring at them and decided to approach her. "Enchanté, my butterfly," he greeted, extending his rose towards the girl.

Y/N gave a repulsive expression before swatting the flower away. The incubus pouted, "don't be that way, dear." Fury bubbled up inside of her like an inflating balloon ready to burst at any given moment. She crossed her arms, "First off, I'm not your anything and did you completely forget that a few minutes ago I almost lost my foot because of you?"

Urie raised an eyebrow at the peculiar girl. He brushed his fingers through her hair. Y/N raised her hand prepared to smack him, but something stopped her in midair. "Ah, you do resemble your mother in personality and appearance." She squinted at the charmingly dangerous man. He cupped his soft hands around her face.

"Your eyes are exactly identical to hers. Not because of the color itself, but the emotions they hold deep inside. Kindness, compassion, boldness, and yet they also emanate a radiant beauty." At this point, Y/N could feel warmth spread from head to toe. She attempted to hide the blush, but it was impossible to do so with Urie's hands caressing her face.

"You're blushing, how adorable," he commented, making her face crimson even more. A sudden hand rested on Urie's shoulder, "back off, pansy picker." The incubus released the girl to confront the blond man. "Mage, you're starting to get on my nervous," he hissed, forcefully removing his hand. In only seconds, their foreheads collided together, like bulls fighting.

Y/N twitched an eyebrow in annoyance at the childish men. She glanced beyond the devils making eye contact with the red hair man. She approached him without getting noticed by the two. "Thanks for saving me back there, sir," Y/N smiled affectionately. He returned the smile, "no need to be so formal, just call me Lindo."

Her eyes widened, could it possibly be him after all these years? She inspected his fiery red hair. It was definitely a rare sight. "Uncle?" She wrapped her arms around him, tears uncontrollably flooded her eyes. "Y/N, it's okay. I'm here now," he soothed. It's been twelve years since she's last seen Uncle Lindo. She can still remember him slamming the door that Christmas night and walking out on them, never to return.

-Flashback-

The child abruptly sprung from her bed. Y/N had heard items moving around downstairs. She predicted it was Santa Claus. Would she finally get to see the jolly man, who brings her presents every year?

In seconds, the girl tiptoed down the staircase, attempting to be as quiet as a mouse. She glanced down at the bottom of the Christmas tree. It was filled with neatly wrapped gifts. Although she was excited, Y/N frowned in disappointment knowing she missed her chance at meeting Santa. That's when she heard sobbing.

"Ritsuka, he's not coming back, do you understand? He's gone, the only thing he left behind was that stupid plastic crown and your child." Silence filled the house as her mother comprehended his words. Y/N stayed unnoticed as she crouched down and placed her ear on the wall. She identified the voice to be her uncle. Her mother and him never truly had arguments like this, usually they were silly misunderstandings, but this didn't seem like bickering to her.

"You're wrong, he'll come back one day," her mother's voice cracked from the sadness. Lindo reached into his pocket, he handed over a tiny present box no bigger than a the palm of his hand. "Give this to Y/N when she wakes up. Goodbye, Ritsuka and Merry Christmas." The sound of footsteps distanced from the living room and the front door abruptly swung open before slamming shut.

Y/N crept back up the stairs and peered out the window. The porch light shinned upon her uncle. The child watched as he stormed away from the house. His silhouette gradually faded from her sight until there was nothing left.

"Sweetie, it's really late. Why are you still awake?" The familiar voice startled Y/N. She whipped her head around, Ritsuka stood in her doorway. "Is Uncle Lindo okay?" She asked, confused by the whole situation that occurred minutes ago. She kneeled down and embraced the small child. "He's perfectly fine, he just had some errands to run," her monotonous response was enough for Y/N to understand she didn't want to speak of him at the moment.

"Hey, Lindo told me to give this to you when you wake up, but since you're already awake I guess he wouldn't mind if you opened it now. You know how much he loves spoiling you," Ritsuka sighed, finding the box in the pocket of her wooly cardigan.

Y/N examined the gift, the vibrant wrapping paper and the shimmery bow on top mesmerized the girl. She carefully untied the ribbon and peeled off the tape. A velvet jewelry box plopped into the girl's hands. She carefully opened it up and gasped, "it's so beautiful."

-Present Time-

Y/N unconsciously dug her nails into the back of her uncle as the terrible memory flooded her senses and her soul corrupted as they embraced. Lindo gently pushed her away making her snap back to into reality. "M-My apologizes!" she blurted out, staring in horror at her hands. He shook his head, "no need to be sorry. You seemed lost in thought, is there something bothering you?"

Y/N scowled at the man standing in front of her. "Are you being serious? You left us twelve years ago, twelve years! Now you decide to unexpectedly show up with your gang of creeps and waltz into our house like nothing happened? Well guess what, you're not going to just waltz into my life and leave again."

Y/N trembled, she could feel her heart shatter into a tremendous amount of microscopic pieces. She knew if she didn't escape from him soon, she would have a mental breakdown. The girl exhaled deeply restraining her anger. "Now, if you would please excuse me," Y/N tried to scurry away, but something prevented her from moving.

She felt an icy sensation on her neck. Gulping, she turned around facing her uncle. He had her amulet between his fingers. "You've kept it for all these years?" Y/N stared down at the floor, unable to respond. She wanted to despise him for leaving, to forget him and to move on without him, but she couldn't resist holding dearly onto the necklace he gave her. She widened her eyes as Lindo wrapped his arms tightly around her.

"You know, I'm never going to leave you again, that goes for your mother too. I was furious and very, very stupid that night. I didn't take your mother's feelings into consideration first. I love you so much and can't afford to lose you again." Y/N could feel her warm, salty tears stream down her cheeks. She wasn't crying from sadness, instead she was happy. Y/N believed her uncle was being truthful with his words. She was relieved to have him in her life again.

Y/N closed her eyes as she rested her chin on his shoulder. "I love you too, welcome back," she whispered. They could feel judging eyes on them but it didn't bother the two by the slightest. "What a touching moment, it sickens my stomach in such fascinating ways." They uncomfortably released each other and eyed the shivering purple haired man.

"Y/N, could you help me with the tea?" Her mother's voice came from the kitchen. "Of course," she chimed. relieved she could avoid Shiki. She entered the kitchen where teacups were arranged on the counter, waiting for hot tea to fill them. The aroma of the herbal tea brewing in the teapot made both ladies sigh. "Mom, what are you hiding from me?"

Ritsuka frowned at the question, "some things are not to be known just yet. I promise you'll get your all answers soon. Right now, can't we just relax and make tea together?" Y/N nodded not wanting to anger her mother. She couldn't help, but wonder how devils knew Ritsuka.

Outside the kitchen, the men waited patiently for the ladies to return. Lindo sighed before slumping against the cushions. Rem glared unintentionally at him, "so, is it true?" The dvampir cocked his head, finding the question rather ambiguous. "Is what true?" He asked making the devil furious. Even though he was shorter than Lindo, he still managed to yank him up by the shirt collar, confronting the nervous man. "Don't play coy with me. I demand you to tell me everything about that girl, starting with is she truly the daughter of Ritsuka?"

Lindo clenched his teeth, "yes, she is." The blond real eased his collar making the red haired man gasp for air. Rem raised his fist, ready to punch the man. "You bastard, please tell me you're joking." The dvampir widened his eyes understanding how he misinterpreted his response. He frantically flailed his arms around, "you've got it all wrong. Ritsuka and I didn't have a child together." The blond his eyelids flickered in bewilderment before lowering his fist, "if she isn't your child, then who's the father?" Before Lindo could open his mouth, they both walked in carrying trays with steaming cups, "tea's ready!"

They all slipped on their tea, Y/N unfortunately had no place to sit besides next to Urie. She would have rather chosen sitting on the floor than by him, but he profusely insisted. Her mother chatted with the strangers clear across the room, it was difficult to listen, but Y/N managed to decipher some of the conversation, which was mostly about high school. While attempting to eavesdrop, Urie stared at the girl. It didn't take long for Y/N to realize this, "what do you want?" She asked in a monotonous tone that differentiated from her regular enthusiastic voice.

"Oh nothing, my sweet butterfly." Y/N rolled her eyes knowing that nickname was going to stick. He continued to stare, making her growl. "You obviously want something, otherwise you wouldn't be staring at me."

"I don't want anything from you. I'm just surprised that's all, you resemble your mother and father so much," he explained. Y/N raised a brow, "how would you know that? My father disappeared before I was even born. How could you compare me to him?" Urie held the teacup to his lips, "sometimes, you're closer to the truth than you think, just don't let the lies tell you otherwise."

Y/N didn't understand his advice, closer to the truths, what exactly did he mean by that? She briefly locked eyes with Ritsuka's, the brunette seemed distressed as she quickly looked away. Avoiding her and the truths, but staring at her daughter she realized how mature she was. It was like time was playing tricks on her. She glances at Rem, who was busy talking to her cousin, was he really gone for eighteen years? Her eyes reverted back to her precious child, eighteen years since Y/N born? Finally she saw Lindo, and eighteen years of keeping secrets?

"You're looking slight paler than usual, are you okay, Miss. Ritsuka?" She gasped startled by the unexpected presence of a certain blue haired cerberus."Roen," she sighed, relieved that it was only him.

"I apologize for giving you a fright." Ritsuka shook her head and gave a reassuring smile, "not at all. I guess I was just too lost in thought to notice you."

"Care to tell me what you were thinking about?" Ritsuka stared down at her folded hands, she involuntarily fidgeted with her fingers. "I-It's nothing much, I just can't believe you guys are back. It's strange, Y/N and I have been by ourselves for the awhile and now you're all here." Roen was skeptical about the explanation, but decided to continue the conversation.

"Your daughter seems to be quite the lady. It must to nerve-racking having complete strangers in the house, but she's handing the situation well." They both watched as Y/N grimaces at the smirking incubus. Ritsuka wondered what he could have said to make her furious at him, then again it's Urie, he could've tried to flirt with Y/N.

"Yes indeed, she's very hardworking and optimistic for her age." Roen studied the young woman, who was now completely ignoring Urie. "How old is your daughter?" Ritsuka was hesitant about telling him her age, but after moments of awkward silence, she confessed. "She's eighteen, why?" Roen widened his eyes as he put together the pieces. "Does that mean her father is-" Ritsuka suddenly placed a finger on his lips, refraining him from saying anymore.

"Please, I don't want to discuss this right now." Her frown alone was enough for Roen to understand. "Your secret's safe with me, Miss. Ritsuka, but no one can keep a secret for forever." The woman propped her face up with her tiny hand, "I know, it's only a matter of time before she discovers the truth. I just can't face him right now, I mean he doesn't even know he's a father."

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Ritsuka choked her tea at the voice of her daughter. "Y/N, isn't it impolite to eavesdrop?" She asked in a high, squeaky voice.

"I wasn't eavesdropping. I told Urie that I had to talk to you as an excuse to get away from him. Now I know I really do have to have a talk with you, urgently." Y/N glared at the blue haired man that sitting beside her mother. "Privately too," she snarled before grabbing Ritsuka's hand and directing her towards the kitchen. Y/N slammed the door behind them earning the attention from everyone outside.

"What's gotten into you?" Ritsuka asked, well more like demanded. She studied her mother's face, which grimaced in pain from the strong grip around her hand. Y/N quickly released her hand feeling guilty of accidentally hurting her. "I'm sorry for everything, but—I don't know—when I heard you mention father, I assumed you were talking about mine." Her words trailed off as tears brimmed in her eyes.

"Urie told me something earlier that I didn't understand at the time, but is it true? Is it true, that he's here right now?" Ritsuka placed a hand on her shoulder, "Y/N, I-" the girl backed away from her mother until she pressed up against the wall. "Just tell me, god damnit!" Ritsuka stared down at the floor, tears dripped down and splattered on her slippers. Y/N widened her eyes before rushing out of the kitchen she didn't stop even when mother told her to.

The men's attention were on the girl with the tearstained face. She glanced around the room before focusing on a blond. His quiet, emotionless demeanor made her question, but the word "dad" still escaped her lips. "Y/N, how did you-" he paused when a short haired brunette stepped out of the kitchen. "Ritsuka," Rem stepped forward, "who's the father of Y/N?"

(Ah, the suspense! I hoped you liked the story so far. Remember to comment, I would enjoy your feedback. This is supposed to be a rewrite of a fanfiction I've worked on a few years ago, I'm literally changing most of the plot. I don't know if I'm changing it for the better yet, but I guess I'll see where it leads. Goodbye for now, I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night!)

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