Not the next chap, nor the last, not the next last of it you'd know.

THIS chap was supposed to be the one to be the first fucking one, but then I forget about it in like the half the year where I literally forgot making this kind of a omake-story-drama-bullshit…

Anyways, here it was supposed to go. ORIGINALLY!


It has been many, many years since the first War ended. The first even on where he had dominated against the Slane Theocracy and its remnant allies. Such a war costed lives on both sides, but it brought peace and unification throughout his domain.

Conflicts rose here and there, but they were brought down from its root ever so quickly as it appeared.

Since then, peace and prosperity was given throughout the domain of which he conquered the continent.

Many, many years it has been…

And many, many years he still felt 'alone'.

Ainz had done it and secured the continent of his domain. Securing it for his home; Nazarick.

He is selfish, he would admit that, to conquer the whole of the continent to make his home feel secure. And he regretted none of it.

He had dealt and encountered dangers, obstacles to bypass and break down, allies and people that wish to become one with his kingdom.

…And the people he had known to perish throughout time.

Since the death of his surrogate daughter; Neia. He felt another part of his soul voided. It was not big, but neither was it small.

But the impact still felt the same. The same as the one who gave birth to him; his mother.

The first death that he had encountered ever since he was still a child. A child of that cursed, wretched broken world.

He had never thought through on reminiscing of his childhood past. It was painful as it was traumatizing… But he got through it in the end.

'Why am I thinking about it…?' He unconsciously held his head with the palm of his hand, supporting it as if doing so will relieve the non-existing headache.

But it never disappeared.

He was in the Throne Room of Nazarick, standing in the middle of it. There was no one in the room, only he resides in the room now.

He let out a sigh before walking towards the [Throne of the Kings] and sat at the base of it. He was safe in doing this, as he double checked that there is no one in the Throne Room.

He would have gotten into his private room, but he felt something drawn into this place… He didn't know why, but he guessed it was nostalgia… And sadness that needs to be drawn out.

It should be gone, as was the nature of being an undead. He would have felt that automatic response of his emotions disappearing as it was breathing.

He still felt… empty.

He could only stare outwards from it for so long that he thought he sat there for an eternity.

Truly, he deserved a break from all of this.

He let go of the [Guild Weapon], letting it hover by his side a meter away. He sighed.

All of this stressful acting, pretending to be perfect and such. Ah~ He really needs to tell them that he is not at all the image of what everyone thinks of.

He wishes to make this stress disappear, a wish that could not possibly happen even if he really wants it to.

A small grim reminder of the dark reality.

He unconsciously glanced down onto the floor, taking notice that it was truly spotless from dirt and grime. Touching it, feeling only the polished marble stone floor as his white bones smoothed through its surface rough, polished texture.

Ainz chuckled as he reminisced about the time when he introduced the Homunculus Maids on "Spring Cleaning" some time ago.

'They are really dedicated to their jobs.' He thought before feeling the emptiness overcomes his mind… and soul.

"...How long has it been?" He said absentmindedly. "That I wish for them to return? That I wish to… find them in this New World."

He didn't know why he was saying this out loud, to nobody in the Throne Room, but he felt that doing so would help him… to let go…

A sad thought.

Reminiscing the times where he and his comrades enjoyed playing with each other, enjoying each other's company. Nostalgic. It hurts, yet it mends his heart together.

And once reminiscing the memories out loud, he went quiet… Silent as the echoes of his last words faded away in the Throne Room.

Gripping his hands, he felt anger. It was not strong enough for the status effect to subside, but he felt mild anger if he were to put it that way.

Closing his eyes, leaning his head towards his closed hands as if in prayer, he went silent.

"Suzuki…"

He froze. Was he too deep remembering his memories, that he recalled his mother's voice? He would have thought it was just his mind going crazy if the voice itself didn't call his true name once more.

"Suzuki…" It said again, only this time slightly loud.

'This is something else.' He thought in a fraction of a second.

Snapping his eyes wide open, he began to look around for the voice. He saw no one in the Room.

"Who is there!? Show yourself!" He stood up, the [Guild Weapon] drawing itself towards Ainz as though he willed for it.

His mind began to calculate many possibilities. Was there someone who is capable of reading minds? Impossible, no one can scry into the Tomb of Nazarick, as it is impossible to do so. It was immune to such abilities. Adding to his defenses against spying spells.

Was there a native entity of this world capable of breaching through the Tomb's defenses? Not impossible, he would have known for such a being to have such capable abilities as he scrounged throughout the continent, searching for any dangers ahead with the use of his summons. He found those who he thinks are dangerous, but were unexpectedly taken down with ease.

His mind continued to ponder on and on for possible answers, searching for something. And then…

He felt it.

The Throne Room's temperature was naturally chilling, comfortably cold. Even in his Undead state, he can feel natural elements despite the lack of obvious senses.

And yet, he felt the room's temperature go colder.

Instantly, he used {Message} to call out the Floor Guardians to arrive at his position. But he felt unable to do so.

'Impossible.' Was his first thought. Did the enemy jam the communications? He then tried to use his [Ring of Ainz Ooal Gown] to escape, and find himself unable to.

He felt his mind panic as his status effect appeared many times, forcing him to calm down many times.

Was the enemy powerful enough to block the power of the guild's ring? Impossible! Unless it was… the work of a World Class Item!?

It would have made no sense, but there are Twenty World Class Items in the game. Ainz Ooal Gown managed to acquire 11, a really amazing feat for such a small guild. He had found no information that a World Class Item would be able to negate a World Class Item! YGGDRASIL's rules cannot be changed! Even in this New World!

Before he could do anything, a shapeless outline appeared hovering about a few meters in front of him. It then began to form, shape itself into a perfect glowing black sphere.

And then, it shaped itself into a more humanoid shape.

From a formless outline, to a perfect glowing sphere, and shaped into a beautiful woman, on par with Albedo, wearing a astonishingly-looking black dress. Her hair and eyes, black as the night sky. Yet her skin pale, appearing as smooth as a polished scale.

"Who are you?" Ainz asked, suspiciously guarded by this unknown being. She let out no presence at all. No malicious intent, no aura-like darkness spewing out despite her corrupted-yet-beautiful looking appearance, he felt nothing from her!

"Suzuki… Do you… not remember me?" The being said, with her voice filled with hurt.

"I do not recall knowing a person such as you." He said carefully. He had yet to confirm if this being is his enemy or not, he needs to act cautious here. One mistake would lead to-

*Sob*

…Eh?

"I'm… So sorry…" She sobbed, whispered, tears appearing from the tip of her eyes. Her face turned into a twist of sadness and hurt.

"I'm sorry that I left you alone, alone in that world." She exclaimed sobbingly. "I'm sorry!"

…Ok, now it felt awkward.

When he was on guard on this suspicious-looking person that just suddenly appeared in the Tomb of Nazarick, on the 10th floor nonetheless, just crying out of nowhere!

He didn't know what to expect, but just because this woman was crying doesn't mean he is not careful around her… Despite the awkwardness it causes from this situation.

"...May I ask, what do you mean?"

"Suzuki... *Sobs* I'm your mother!"

He felt his status effect activate more than a dozen times when he heard that statement as he froze. At the first thought in his mind, it was "Impossible". This woman in front of him, his late mother!? The thought itself was outrageous, but seeing her tears, her expression of sadness…

She gave no intent in deceiving, such acting would either be done through practice or… She is actually, his mother…

It is possible…

"...Prove it."

"Huh?"

"Prove… Prove that you are my mother." He said calmly, but his mind was in disarray, barely trying to recompose himself. "Prove that you are not lying to me. Because if you do, then I will erase you from existence."

He had faced lies used against him several times, he will not be fooled the same this time.

The woman flinched from the threat, but stood firm.

"I… Before I died, I remember making you… your favorite sandwich."

The last memory when his mother died. From exhaustion.

"I was… I was so tired, even though I was so tired, I took everything at hand… to have you a better life…"

"..."

"I did my best, I sacrificed everything, did everything to have you live better… Better than me." She said quietly, crystal clear tears dripping down from her eyes. "We didn't have what those people above have, but… I have us manage what we have."

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry that I didn't take care of you properly-!"

Ainz hugged her, surprising the woman from the sudden gesture, but she didn't move.

Many times the status effect activated on Ainz, shining brighter than ever in green aura.

Ainz could not detect any intent from the woman, only genuine tears and voice of regret… And the words that she stated were proven as he could remember.

He remembered the collapse of her mother on the kitchen floor…

Like a puppet with its strings cut…

"...M-Mom…" His voice was shaking and he felt like crying, but he could not. He wanted to force himself to cry but couldn't. He damned his status effect to all hell as he couldn't release his frustrations to vent!

The only time he found the status effect as a curse that needs to be removed… Unless by the effects on [Total Maniac], then good so.

"It's alright… I don't hate you." Ainz said, reassuring his mother. Even as he tried to calm her down, it only made her cry even harder, gripping his robe even tightly as if afraid to let go. "I don't hate you for it…"

Afraid that she wouldn't see his son once more.

"Im sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorry…" She said quietly, and repeated the words like a broken record. Ainz felt crushed hearing his mother crying like this. Ever since she was alive, he never heard her become so vulnerable.

They stayed like that for a long time that it felt like an eternity. Ainz wouldn't normally care about anything unless it's about the benefit of Nazarick, his selfish desire to see his comrades once again…

But his mother? He couldn't…

He never thought that his mother would be here, in Nazarick which he considered as his home and memories of his comrades…

He wanted to ask questions, so many questions forming up in his mind, wanting answers. But right now… It can wait.

He is with his home, Nazarick. And his mother, while confused as to why she is reincarnated in the Tomb of Nazarick of all places, he wouldn't dare question why he was now reunited with his mom…

"...How are you here?" Ainz was the first to break the silence. He couldn't help but ask and wonder how? She died way before YGGDRASIL came to even be. Was this some reward that the universe decided to give him? After all the things that happened to him, this was how-

"Please… Let's stay like this for a little while." She pleaded. Ainz when he was still a child, didn't recall any moment where her mother was so… vulnerable.

She tried to act like everything was all right, but he knew. He knew she was overworking and she kept insisting that it was all right. Even as he tried to help his mother, she still insisted.

He felt angry, cursing the ones back in his world that caused his mother die from overworking.

"...I was watching you for a long time, Suzuki." She said, her tears dried out. "I was watching you for a very long time… Ever since the beginning…"

He froze. If she meant she had been watching, then she knows what he had done… Everything that he has done.

"I don't care what you've done Suzuki… You've endured for so long without me, I care nothing as long as you are alive… And that you are the same boy that I gave birth to…"

"You did what you have to do…" She gripped the robes more tightly, her voice almost forced to say it. "I don't care what you do… I only cared that you lived!"

When she first was born again in Nazarick; able to see, hear, and feel anything inside the Tomb. Almost as if she were the Tomb! It was unbelievable that the spooky scary skeleton was her son! At first she thought it was Death itself that she was witnessing over, but over time she realized the skeleton didn't act as the Overlord of Death she thought he was…

He was simply just someone trying their best to act in front of their subordinates.

She could feel his stress, his anxiety, his doubts, his paranoia. Oh how she cursed the world on how her son became like this from being a small, persistent and helpful kind boy… But she was not foolish to think that such things would remain forever at all.

Whatever those thoughts would pop out in her head, she would push them away. She was now here, now with her son. Despite his actions, his 'cruel' decisions, his appearance and deathly nature, he was still her son.

Ainz… No, Suzuki felt warmth and touched from her mother's words, yet also concerning if not so slightly.

Suddenly, the doors of the Throne Room opened with a thud-like thunder.

Ainz almost jumped in surprise before setting his gaze onto the entrance. It was the Floor Guardians, and they were armed to the teeth.

Albedo and Shalltear were donning in their respective armor. Demiurge with a slight frown on his face wielding fire on his palm. Aura brandishing her whip and Mare gripping on his staff. Cocytus wielding all his four arms with Divine Class weapons, one of them wielding the [God Slaying Emperor Blade]. Sebas in his dragonoid form, his fists clenched as he made a stance. Pandora's Actor mimicking Touch Me. Victim hovering right behind them, ready to sacrifice himself if needed and when worst comes to worst.

Behind them was also the Pleiades with their weapons at ready. Lupusregina was in her werewolf form, Entoma showing her insectoid limbs, they were ready to deal with the intruder.

All of them are.

All of Nazarick were panicking when they felt a great surge of power in the 10th Floor of the Tomb. Normally they would think that it was their Lord's power, but this felt different from his normal presence.

It felt more… different.

They tried to teleport into the Throne Room, but found out they couldn't. They couldn't use the [Rings of Ainz Ooal Gown], as they were rejected from using it!

Aureole tried to use {Gate} for her fellows to reach into the 10th Floor, but she was somehow blocked. Which should be impossible, Aureole has the privilege to communicate as well as transporting anywhere in the Tomb!

This means that there is something powerful blocking teleportation spells, a work of a World Class Item!

Hurriedly, they rushed into the Throne Room. They met up with the Pleiades, who were already in their gear and had a suspicion on what happened and followed along with the Guardians. They knew their lord was in there, and was possibly battling the intruder who did the impossible:

Infiltrating the Tomb and into the 10th Floor.

It was an impossible consensus, but such a thing was ignored to think carefully.

They only cared in protecting the Last Supreme Being, the only Master who cared enough to stay along with them until the end.

When they reached the Throne Room, Albedo was the first to open it forcefully, pummeling through the doors with her halberd with an echoing shatter of her weapon.

And what they witnessed was an unknown figure who they couldn't recognize, hugging their Lord!

It angered them as much as it brought them shame that they allowed an intruder to infiltrate into the Tomb without their knowing and was in presence of their Lord!

"GET AWAY FROM AINZ-SAMA YOU INSECTTTTTTT!" Albedo exclaimed as she rushed head first in adrenaline, filling with killing intent. The others followed in behind.

All of them are, feeling with killing intent. All directed at the unknown figure, who seemed to be unaware of them.

Ainz managed to recompose himself from Albedo's warcry and shouted at them to stop.

"Albedo, stop!"

Some of them managed to hear his command, although reluctantly they followed as they skidded in halt.

Only Albedo was rushing forward in blind rage.

The others tried to stop their fellow Guardian from disobeying their Lord, and Ainz trying to stop her with his commands, he failed to do so.

She was within 20 meters in front of them. The others were slow to cast magic that would halt her movements, but she was fast. Fast for a shield.

"STOP!"

Almost instantly, the air in the room changed. Despite half the beings in the room being unliving/undead, they felt the temperature suddenly change…

Everyone felt that they couldn't breathe properly, as if they were being crushed by an extreme pressure coming down on them. The Pleiades however, were crushed down onto the ground, unable to get up from the extreme crushing pressure.

Albedo almost stumbled from the extreme hostility that she was brought back from her blinding rage and froze in her spot.

Ainz noticed this as he looked around for the source, and felt it was coming… from his mother!?

She was extruding black aura that was almost dark as the void itself. It has no shadow, no light, only the mere emptiness of itself!

The Guardians tried to call out to their lord but found themselves unable to. They couldn't breathe. They feel themselves… Drowning.

"Mother, stop it!" Ainz shouted. He didn't want this to happen. This shouldn't have happened! "You're hurting them!"

Almost like that, the pressure dissipated. However, Albedo began her second wind, brought up her axe as she leaped forward towards the individual.

"Cease your actions, Albedo!" Ainz commanded as he unconsciously unleashed his {Despair Aura I}, making the Guardians flinch. Including Albedo who ceased her rush before kneeling down. The others following in suit as they quickly regain themselves, despite the pressure that couldn't make them breathe pushing them down.

It's not what their Lord does to them that cares, it's whether they had anger at him because their actions had displeased him… It scares them.

They could only think of what kind of punishment their Lord is thinking right now.

Ainz felt himself calmed down forcefully, feeling the status effect glowered over him as his body glowed brightly green.

He sighed and cursed himself mentally for not checking with his {Message} again to see if he was able to use the spell and inform them of this… situation.

With the shock of his mother being here… While he is happy and all, he would have to deal with his Guardians on this.

Turning to the said woman; her face expressed shame, guilt, and regret.

"I-I'm sorry, I didn't mean too…" She said meekly as she held her hands together as she looked down on the floor, not wanting to look at her own son's eyes from her actions.

"I'm sorry…"

He quickly hugged her, shocking the audience in present. But he ignored them, with how the new scenario coming in, the comforts of his mother came first. Nazarick comes a second first… somehow.

"Its ok mother… It's ok…" He gently rubbed her back. "Don't cry please… I don't want you to cry…"

The beings in present could only widen their eyes as their brains tried to process this scenery. Who was this? How did they manage to come into the 10th Floor without triggering any alarms? How did their Lord Ainz know this person? Was she somewhat important? Of course she is, if their Lord had acted this way, she should be!

They could only look conflicted and confused, especially Albedo. Her mind was going haywire at the sight. Did Ainz decide that she was not worthy of his love? Why? Why not her? Why this woman!?

"My… Lord." Demiurge asked with great reluctance with the thought of angering their Lord. "May I ask, who is she?"

Ainz glanced at him, to which Demiurge mistakenly took this as "be quiet". As he was about to apologize and look down in shame, Ainz broke his hug from the woman who was holding her arm nervously as she looked at them.

"All of you… Stand up." He ordered.

All of them heeded his words and did so, their expressions conflicted and confused as expected. Ainz noticed Albedo was not looking at him as she normally would be, he somewhat expected this. He did change her coding to love him, so she must have thought he left her for another woman.

He felt guilty about this, but he will resolve it.

Ainz slowly walked up to her, he raised his hand up. Albedo flinched, thinking that she was about to be hit by her Lord, only for him to raise her chin up, looking at her pathetic face filled with tears and pain.

"Albedo… Please, stop crying." He said gently and calmly. "I can't bear seeing you cry."

"My Lord," She sobbed. "Am… Am I not worthy of your love anymore?"

'I regret changing her code, damn it!' He mentally noted on hitting himself later the milk has been spilled and there's nothing to do to cry about it.

"Albedo," He said sternly. "I still love you, all of you. Do not dare think that I do not love any of you, how would I dare?"

"Then… Who is she!?" Her eyes threaten to spill tears. "Is she your new lover? Are you abandoning me over her!?

'Are you abandoning us?' Was all of the present thought, and it scares them greatly.

Ainz could only look at her in silence, and those at the back. The silence was so great that they thought the answer was 'yes' as it sounded.

He sighed, they flinched. Thinking that he would confirm their fears, they were wrong.

"It seems there is a great misunderstanding… A huge one." He stepped back and gestured to the woman.

"This woman here is my… mother."

". . ." It took a considerable amount of time for them to process the information in their heads before-

""""WHAT!?"""""

Another Alternate meeting between the two…

I hated making this btw, but it was necessary. Because knowing Ainz in the later stages… He is as he is.

. . .

"Suzuki… Please… Don't… Don't act like this…" The voice pleaded in a desperate tone.

It somehow made a strong impact into his heart, hearing the tone of his mother's voice cracked his stone-cold non-existent heart. But he composed himself, raging from the fact that this unknown opponent managed to get into his mind, searched his memories, and used it against him!

"Do not fool me with petty tricks!" He shouted in rage, angered by the fact that this entity dares to use his mother's voice to trick him!? NO!

"DO NOT DARE MAKE A MOCKERY OF MY MOTHER YOU BASTARDDDDD!"

He didn't feel angry like this before. Not when the others had gone on with their lives of the old world, not when Shalltear was mind controlled and he was forced to kill her, not when that despicable Dragon Lord attacked him due to some foolish paranoia, NO!

HE WILL NOT FALL FOR THIS PETTY TRICK!

"Please, just listen to me!" It exclaimed, more desperate than before. "Just please, Satoru! I'm sorry!" It cried out in anguish frustration.

"Seize your attempts to make me fall from your trap!" His anger grew more and more just as his status effect tried to forcefully calm him down "Show yourself!"

The voice, the crying of his mother's voice ceased. Almost instantly, a shapeless, formless outline appeared in front of him. It formed into a perfect, glowing, black sphere. Then it began to shape itself into a more… humanoid form.

Ainz prepared himself, muttering defensive spells and preparation in counter-attacking if this being ever tried to.

He will not fall here; he will NOT leave them behind!

The thing finished its transformation. From a formless outline to a perfect glowing sphere, and into a humanoid it shaped.

A beautiful woman, on par with Albedo, wearing an astonishingly-looking black dress. Her hair and eyes, black as the night sky. Yet her skin pale, appearing as smooth as a polished scale.

It formed into the image of his later mother.

And surprising of it all, she was crying.

"Please… Don't be angry-!"

"I rather not fall into your temptations whoever you are, and you dare… You DARE?!"

"PLEASE SUZUKI!" She cried out desperately and frustration, surprising him. "JUST LET ME PROVE IT TO YOU! JUST PLEASE!"

Ainz unconsciously made his hand into a fist, gripping it out of frustration and anger. But he could not help but wonder if this woman is really his mother…

The memories of her collapsing while making a sandwich going back into his mind.

He pushed them away, shaking those thoughts. Why did they just come up in a time like this? He wondered.

"…Prove it."

"Huh?" She looked at him in confusion and surprise.

"Prove that you are really my mother, and not just a figment of my imagination. Or an illusion." His eyes glowed brightly red, as if the gaze alone would be able to kill.

The woman in question slowly and quieted down her sorrows before inhaling several times before speaking.

"Y-Your name is Suzuki S-Satoru. You were born in January XX 22XX. M-My job was a house cleaner for those… monsters…" She muttered at the last part quietly, but Ainz was able to hear it clear as day.

Ainz was quickly recalling his memories from his childhood. Her words were proven somewhat true. Even his birthday was correct. Although he didn't recall completely what his late mother's work was, it involved cleaning…

Although he guessed it was something to do with those horrible news he heard from time to time. Though he didn't read much on it, only focused thoroughly on YGGDRASIL only.

But that didn't mean he was convinced. He was still skeptical about this. It cannot be a coincidence that now his mother was here.

It cannot be.

"…You were a kind boy. You always loved having a ramen with a sandwich. You were persistent i-in helping me even when I… told you that I was fine…"

Ainz froze… 'It couldn't be…' He thought.

Unless it was a work of a WCI or something beyond, it couldn't possibly be… There is more than one thing he could test to see if she was truly his… mother…

"…I don't believe you."

The woman's face was something he felt his heart being stabbed at. That look of shock, frustration, and betrayal.

"I don't… I don't believe you are my mother." He coldly stated. Although he wondered…

'Why did it hurt to say it?'

"S-Suzuki… Please… Please believe me." Her eyes once again threaten to make tears.

"You must be the work of a WCI. Whoever you are, do not fool me with such an attempt-"

"I AM NOT ANYONE ELSE SUZUKI! I AM SUZUKI SAKURA, YOUR MOTHER!" She cried out in much desperation once more, although this time created a shockwave of air.

His robes were flurrying from the wave of her shout. He was prepared to cast his spells for an attack, but no attack came.

The woman simply fell to her knees, her hands covering her face. She was crying. Crying out in despair.

"P-Please… J-Just bel-believe me… Please…"

The sight was… pitiful.

Her words, her behavior, her acting, her tone… He did not sense any acts of deception nor pretending…

He merely waited to see if this was simply an illusion. Something that his unknown enemy would dare to make him see.

Seconds become minutes, minutes became hours… Hours became eternity. Her sobbing quietens down, muffled by her hands.

He could not help but feel… That she was telling the truth.

Hesitatingly, he slowly walked forward. Towards the crying woman.

He could hear her mumbling, mumbling about him not believing that she was his mother. Something that she only wishes to see him happy…

Ainz, slowly laid his hand onto his shoulder. There, the woman froze. She slowly uncovered her face and raised it up, facing the Overlord.

"P-Please… I don't wish to suffer like this anymore… Just… Believe me…"

Part of his mind wanted to end her, end her just as she wished. Part of his mind was skeptical of her statement. Part of him wanted to use his magic to confirm it…

Yet the biggest part of his mind was his humanity. It was screaming at him to say sorry to his… mother. That she is really her mother.

After a long period of silence, Ainz took action…

He hugged the woman, who in turn yelped in surprise.

"…I'm sorry, but I had to make sure." He muttered in her ears.

The woman froze, after that her body trembled, after that she bawled out as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Hugging him back.

"Thank you thank you thank you thank you thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou…"

It didn't help but feel a twinge of guilt in his non-existing heart. For him to do like this to his… mother.

This only proved that this woman is truly her mother. Not an illusion, not a hallucination, not a work of some unknown entity that is warping his mind of reality.

She heaved large breaths of relief, relief, and happiness that he truly believed her.

"..I'm so sorry." He held her tightly, just as her mother held him tight and gripped his robes. "I'm so sorry for that."

(Then you can read how it goes when the Guardians arrived)

Andddd, that's that ladies and gents.

The immense teasing.

Now, this is what SHOULD have fucking happened in the first place if not for my HALF-YEAR DELAY on this work, forgetting about it, and the god damn writer's block on my fucking brain.

Yes, fucking hell. THIS IS WHAT SHOULD HAVE GOTT HAPPENED!

Now, the big shit. I wont be putting this as the first chap. I will keep as it is and put this as an "Alternate" scenario.

The idea on having Nazarick being Suzuki's mom reincarnated really got me hooked into thinking on it. Of course with a small inspiration of a fic that had the Mother reincarnated into the NW as some kind of a spectral ghost (forgot the name but I got it from that) – (To the said author of the fic, thanks. No, im serious, really huge inspiration on that.)

Anyways, thought this was a One-Shot?

Well nope, its going to be a hell of a fucking rollercoaster of imaginative emotions. A MULTI-ONE SHOT

BRACE YOURSELVES BITCHES! FOR THERE WILL BE MORE!

AHHAHAHAHAHAHAH

*insert evil laugh*

(ignore the writings, this was written without betas so that it wouldnt be spoiled, so shush)