Author's Note: Sorry for such a late update. I've been hunting for inspiration. I'd just like to point out that Lona will play a really important role later on in the story. I didn't know anyone else that could take this spot, so I just randomly made up a character. Sorry about the awkwardness.

This was the best day ever for a certain zombie we all know and love. He was nearly having the time of his life. Milz ran about in the fenced off backyard of the zombie veterans' home. He squealed and giggled to himself, attempting to catch the pink petals that fell from the nearby cherry blossom tree. The delicate pieces reminded him of rain which made the experience all the more better. The undead baby sniffed the perfumed air and got lost in the fluffy clouds of the open sky.

They reminded him of pillows or his Nazi daddy's comfortable king-sized bed. They attracted him in ways he didn't really understand. All Milz really wanted to do was sleep on them. He stumbled forward, lost in the moment and fell into sudden soft, wet ground.

SQUISH!

The boy sat up in the mess he was sitting in. A brown, icky substance that stuck to his fingers, face and clothes. It was a discovery that he thought he would never come across. Mud. Fresh, filthy and inspiring mud. He had to tell dad. All of them.

The Doctor minded his own business, constantly dipping his lanky fingers into soapy water. He'd wash off a plate with a sponge, rinse it off and then dry it, placing it into a nearby cabinet. Washing dishes calmed him for some reason, but he hadn't forgotten about his little baby boy that was playing in the backyard. He heard squishing come from the back door behind him, but ignored it, knowing that Milz would scream for help if something were to happen.

"Da da! Da da, look!"

Richtofen turned on his heels and gasped at what he saw standing before him. Milz was covered from head-to-toe in mud. The baby seemed proud of himself as he tracked the disgusting substance all over the white tiles of the kitchen floor. Richtofen, on the other hand, was terrified due to the fact that he had just mopped no less than an hour ago.

"Bad Milz! Come, let daddy vash you off!"

The zombie glanced at his fingers then gave a sheepish grin. As his father stalked closer to pick him up with his arms extended, he took this as an invitation to play.

"Tag!" he squealed, placing both of his muddy hands on Edward's pants legs.

"Ahh! No touching!" Richtofen gasped in his high-pitched voice, placing both hands onto his cheeks in horror.

Milz took off into the living room and the Doctor nearly fainted as little muddy footprints stuck to the red carpet.

"Nein! I just cleaned zhat carpet!"

A zombified child sprinted out of the living room and down the nearby hallway. He laughed to himself, believing that his satanic father was following him. Milz came across Dempsey who's blue eyes widened in disbelief. Yellow beams of light watched him back. Out of the blue, Milz extended both of his tiny hands again and touched his American father this time, dotting the legs of his pants with mud.

"Tag! It!" And he ran back towards the kitchen.

"What the-?! Kid, get back here!" Tank yelled after him, glaring at the new muddy spot on his pants.

Just then, the Doctor emerged from the kitchen and Milz ran between his legs, making his way to Nikolai's room. Richtofen glanced back at the baby and glared at Dempsey afterwards.

"Vhy didn't you catch him?!"

"I'm not touching that!" the Marine explained.

"I hate you, Dempsey!" Richtofen growled, placing a hand on the side of his head.

A fight almost started between the two, but a scream of horror from Nikolai gave them pause. The quick zombie baby came sprinting back into the living room, still covered in mud. Nikolai followed in rage with a muddy hand print on his face. As Edward made a swift grab for the baby, he lost his footing and attempted to catch his balance. This only resulted in him falling into a bulky chest.

His blue eyes peeked up into angry brown orbs. Richtofen took the chance to be a pervert and gave the Russian an adorable smile.

"Vell, hello zhere."

Nikolai stepped back and the sadist tumbled to the floor. He sat up just in time to watch the hilarious sight of Dempsey attempting to catch Milz, only to fall flat on his face.

"Ha!" the Doctor laughed, pointing a finger at the American's failure.

"Shut your face, Richtofen." Tank grumbled, his face still in the carpet.

The yellow-eyed zombie continued his playful sprint down the hallway of rooms and closets. He stopped when he came face to face with Takeo. Something about the crouched Samurai told him not to tag him. It was something that symbolized dominance and it made Milz afraid to try.

A small piece of chewy candy was pressed between his lips and the baby chewed. It tasted a little like strawberry which reminded him of delicious blood. Takeo stepped around him and he began to set the candy on the floor in a trail. Milz picked up piece after piece, eating them and enjoying the various flavors he got.

The trail leaded somewhere and the decaying being was determined to find out where it went. The Japanese knew, but he'd never tell. He had this plan ready ever since he heard Richtofen scream from the kitchen. It was full-proof. What child couldn't deny candy?

The candy trail went from red carpet to tile and then ended. Milz gawked around him, amazed that he was thrown into a trance of sweets. He went from the hallway to the bathroom in an instant! The door behind him closed and before he knew it, he was in a bathtub full of warm, soapy water.

After getting Milz all cleaned up and dressed, Richtofen ordered that the child be stationed with Takeo until every inch of mud that dotted the house was gone from sight. It was a very simple task. The boy had fallen asleep a couple of minutes after his bath and giggling went to light, relaxed breathing.

The Japanese laid in his bed with the baby, a magazine in his left hand and his other rubbing Milz's coffee brown hair. He awaited his awakening with honorable patience. Zombies didn't sleep for too long, but they were occasional deep sleepers. Milz rolled a bit and placed his face into Takeo's chest, his mouth open slightly. Takeo smiled to himself as he attempted to ignore the drool that was dotting his athletic muscle shirt.

Half an hour later, sunny eyes snapped open and glanced around the new area. Milz watched as Takeo was preparing to go somewhere. Where, he didn't know. He actually felt a sadness well up inside of his idle heart and the desire to be in his arms overwhelmed him.

"Da da, uppy!" the zombie whined, extending his arms in the direction of Takeo.

The Samurai stepped over to his bed and gladly picked the child up, hoisting him onto his hip. They left the room where the entered the living room to a Richtofen who was scrubbing furiously at a muddy footprint. Next to him was a bucket full of hot, soapy water and in his hand was a sponge. The mud was coming up, but just knowing that the mud had existed made the man even more crazier than he already was.

"Hi, da da!" Milz greeted him, but Edward continued scubbing.

"Vhy are you in here?" the Doctor wondered in anger. "Didn't I tell you to stay viz Tak-" Blue eyes wondered up to find his son on Takeo's hip and nothing seemed out of place.

"I'm leaving." Takeo announced.

"Take him viz you." Richtofen commanded as he continued with his cleaning.

"I would much rather leave him here." the Japanese other recommended as he opened the door to leave.

But the German wasn't having it.

Suddenly, a silver object flung by Takeo at the speed of sound. It grazed his arm, went out the door and landed on the sidewalk in front of the house. The Samurai was shocked to find that it was a scalpel that nearly stabbed him. He looked back into the crazed eyes of Richtofen who held up a second surgery tool.

"I don't miss twice."

He had no choice. No choice at all. It was either take Milz or die. Of course he picked the one that involved living. The two walked down the street hand-in-hand as Milz ooo'd and ahh'd at the flowers in the gardens. He reached out to them as they walked by, wanting to pick them for his fathers.

The duo came to a park and the undead child jumped up and down with excitement. Swings and slides caught his shining eyes and all he could think about was the fun he was going to have on them. Milz began to control himself a bit, preparing for the moment when his dad released him into the never-ending sands of happiness.

A big hand released a tiny hand and off the boy went, laughing happily to himself as Takeo took a seat on a nearby bench. He entertained himself with his son's actions. Milz would slide down the spiral slide, then go back to the top. He'd then turn his attention to the straight slide and go down on his belly, enjoying the speed at which he went.

Minutes passed and the Japanese began to get tired. He threw his head back and yawned, shutting his eyes and covering his mouth politely. Small tears welled up in the corners his earth brown eyes and he wiped them away with his wrist. Upon finishing his yawn, Takeo realized that the giggles from his son had stopped and small pit-pats of feet in sand had halted.

Milz was gone.

Takeo stood up in shock, his squinted eyes scanning the park for a tiny red hoodie, yellow glowing eyes and messy brown hair. He found nothing but empty slides and swings that were once filled with a happy, decaying baby. The ebony-haired man strolled into the sand and began his search, attempting to stay calm. Nothing was found but sand, sand and more sand.

"Milz?" he called out, fearing that he had been stolen and was already long gone.

"Da da! Da da, look!" Takeo turned around to spot Milz near a tree, waving his arms in the air as he signaled for his father to come over.

The Samurai jogged over to the spot and the zombie began to sputter, flapping his arms as he tried to explain something in zombie. Of course, Takeo didn't understand him and the only way to get the information out was through tough, under-developed english.

Masaki could've sworn that the cutest thing on earth was cast before his eyes as Milz placed both his hands onto his head, his fingers pointed into the air. The baby stammered a bit then finally said what he was trying to say the whole time.

"K-kitty!"

It took every last bit of strength that he had not to grab the baby and cuddle him into infinity. Takeo nodded stiffly and Milz took off, his father behind him. The zombie lead him to a fat, fluffy cat that lay curled up underneath the shade of the tall tree. Milz kneeled down next to it, petting it's head lovingly. The animal mewed, then purred, rubbing it's face against Milz's lap.

The Samurai grinned at the sight, surprised that Milz was so good with animals out of the blue. A breath overtook his chest and another yawn was approaching. He tried to hold it back. He tried his hardest to avoid the disappearance of his son, but it was too much. Keeping his eyes open while he yawned was something that Takeo had never done before.

And he wasn't going to do it now.

He yawned. He yawned to the heaven's in a silent, relaxed breath. He ignored the lightness of his pockets that were once heavy and continued his yawn. As soon as he stopped, a cat mewed loudly in pain and Milz's giggling ensued. Takeo opened his eyes once more, watching as the black cat ran away. But something was missing.

"Da da, present!" Milz cried out and the Samurai peeked down into the tiny hands of his son.

A black, shiny cat's tail was laying in his hands. So that's why his pockets were light. Milz had stolen the switch blade he had in his pocket. The Japanese male couldn't have been more proud of him. He had done one of the most honorable things a child could do. Cut off a cat's tail and offer it to someone as a gift of respect. In fact, the decaying child reminded Takeo of himself when he was little as well. He had enjoyed cutting off cat tails and bringing them to his father.

A pet upon a brown head sealed the deal.

"You will bring so much honor to us."