Sunlight filtered through the windows. Rays of yellow danced upon the tiled floor, and a sudden large shadow covered these as Shinigami-sama took a step back, paused.

And the younger reaper stood opposite him was also silent, so throughout the whole room, you could have heard a pin drop. But, when Kid eventually decided to break the silence, his voice came out slightly pained, yet innocent. "Where's mommy?"

Shinigami-sama gasped quietly, and his expression changed drastically. No longer was he his happy, carefree self. Now, he was a bundle of nerves inside, poorly hidden by a shield of black. And the silence continued, just for a moment. He didn't want to reply, he didn't want to feel the same pain he had suppressed for so long; but he knew he couldn't just keep avoiding the topic. Kid had asked many times before about his mother, but each time, Shinigami-sama had simply pretended he couldn't hear, therefore running away from the issue. But he knew that his son had the right, he knew that he couldn't just keep it because it was hard to talk about...

"Chichi-ue?"

"Hm?" He was snapped back into reality, and eventually sighed deeply, and begun his answer hesitantly. "Your mother, is, a difficult topic for me. So this will only be brief."

The child nodded patiently, little emotion on his face as usual.

"I suppose, I should tell you the truth. It's been a long time now and I've kept it from you."

"Why?" He asked somewhat curiously, impatience dancing in his eyes.

"...She went away. After you were born."

"Where did she go?" He asked. The questions never seemed to end, and the simple look of hope in his eyes wasn't pleasant. Because he knew that, just seconds later, he'd have to watch that fade away. And he of all people hated to see children upset.

But eventually, he forced a saddened reply. "To heaven."

He fell silent, and closed his mouth. He was far too young to understand, but, at least he knew now why she was never around. At least now he would have to ask any more questions. Because he knew in his heart, that his mother was dead.

"I didn't really want to tell you. Not yet." He sighed, a look of regret beginning to coat his features upon seeing Kid's facial expression sober. He hated it, he really did. "But you're mature, maybe you'll understand one day..."

"...Is she happy there?"

He paused, his eyes beginning to water behind the mask. "Yes." He concluded, finally, deciding to satisfy his son with the answer they both wanted. But honestly, he knew that she would be happier with him be her side. She had always hated solitude.

"Then that's okay."

"Hm?" He raised his head in surprise.

"If mommy's happy, that's okay."

The death god smiled. Whether it was forced or not, he wasn't sure, but he did know that things were going to be better. From now on, things could change, and he wouldn't have the constant worry of telling his son that his own mother was lying six feet underground, still and lifeless, and not like the beautiful woman his father had known and had fallen for. Not even like her when she was sleeping. Just another corpse amongst the many others buried in the soil.

"You're taking this surprisingly well..." He commented, tousling his hair before whispering to himself; "Perhaps he really is just that young. And one day he'll be able to understand..."

"If mommy were here, what would she say?"

The reaper took a moment to answer this question.

"Good job."

He smiled.

Third chapter! Sorry if that was a bit depressing, but hopefully the next one will be slightly less so (or if not, the one after that). And omg thank you for the reviews and favourites and all that! ^^ it means a lot to me- and thank you for the suggestions also. If you have any ideas, feel free to comment them down below and I may take them into account :D arigatou my fabulous nekos