This was made for a request made by Alsarnia. I hope that you all enjoy this. I felt particularly fond of this one! =D Kid's life following the death of his mother...

THANKS FOR THE SUGGESTION, ALSARNIA! =D

Kid sighed heavily as he finished eating his breakfast and looked up at Patty. She had her fists raised in the air as she had finished reciting the words that Liz had spoke at the end of her tale. Liz scratched the top of her head as she murmured, "It sounds like that really was your strongest memory. You remembered every line..." She trailed off as she looked down at her nails and muttered, "I gotta go grab my nail polish. Be right back." She walked out of the room quietly as Kid yawned, looking into Patty's light blue orbs. She smiled brightly as she said, "I also remember how much we failed at using the Death Cannon!" She began to laugh as Kid twitched, grumbling, "That really isn't funny, Patty."

Sighing in dismay, Kid rose from his chair, turning his attention to his feet as he thought about the day he was going to have. "I think...today we'll stay home. Is that alright with you, Patty?" Looking up at the young blonde, he watched as she stared at him, blinking several times, before replying with a bright smile, "Of course it is! I don't mind at all! I'm sure Liz won't mind either!" Kid smiled before replying softly, "Good." Leaving the room, Patty slumped down into her chair as she waited for Liz to re-enter the room. Playing with her fingers, she murmured, "Today would be considered a blessing and a curse...wouldn't it, Kid?" Looking towards the doors, she added in a whisper, "The day that your mother died...and a year later, on the same exact day, you found us..."

Reassurance is the Key!

Will Kid Forgive Lord Death?

Death the Kid sat quietly on his bed, his knees hugged to his chest and his eyes staring at his door. The young boy expects someone to walk into the door, to erase all of his thoughts, all of his memories. He expects his mother to walk triumphantly in the door and say that she has not actually left him. He blinks, feeling his lip begin to quiver as his eyes water quickly. "Please..." He begins to beg to no one in particular, merely speaking to the darkness of his room. "Please bring her back...please let me see her one more time. Please don't kill her. Please..." Trailing off slowly, Kid buries his face into his knees, sobbing harshly. He knows that she will never return, that his life will never be the same. And so...he loses all hope of his mother's safe return.

The door closed on me...trapping me in eternal darkness and hiding the light behind its thick, heavy body. I sit alone in the room, cowering in the darkness...too afraid to search for a way out. Without the light showing me the way, giving me hope of a new day, I am nothing but a child. A child that is cowardly and not as strong as Mother spoke. I am merely a child that cannot do anything...unless the light is available for me to grasp. Available for me to look into. I am trapped in eternal darkness...and I will never open the door again.

"Kid, are you hungry?"

Lord Death stood outside of his son's room, staring at the door and hoping that his son would reply. The death of Rem was hard for them both, leaving them to wallow in despair seperately and close off from one another. However, Lord Death wanted to try and speak with the boy. He wanted to try and cheer him up, help him move on, as he was slowly doing.

"Go away, Father."

Grimacing at the sharp reply, Lord Death kept silent. He thought about what he should do or even say for that matter. Should he scold him for speaking to him as he did, should he enter anyway, or should he simply leave the boy alone. Sighing heavily, he decided that it would be best to simply leave Kid alone for a few more days. It wouldn't be too long before he finally crawled out of his shell and realized that it was time to move on. He just had to believe that Kid had the strength to do so...and that belief was slowly beginning to fade as each day passed.

"Spirit, how is your daughter doing these days?" Lord Death asked, standing in his room of the DWMA as he stared at his mirror. Spirit Albarn stood behind him, his hands in his pockets as he replied, "She's doing alright, sir. Still severely angry that I left her mother, but she's doing alright." Clearing his throat, he added, "Why? Is Kid not doing alright?"

Lord Death sighed as he turned to face Spirit and replied, "No. If anything, he has only grown worse." The redhead stared at Lord Death for a few moments, before stating, "Perhaps it's time to have Stein check him out, sir."

"Perhaps you're right."

Staying silent, the two parents couldn't help but to remember the night of Rem's death. Kid had blamed himself for her death and Lord Death had even found that the young boy was now trying to beg for her to come back. "He was close to her." He spoke suddenly, turning back to his mirror. "I can almost feel the amount of pain he's in..." Spirit stood silently as he turned away from Lord Death, ignoring his silent grieving, as he thought about the devastating blow that had impacted Lord Death. Turning his eyes towards the ceiling of the room, he closed his eyes slowly, allowing Lord Death to wallow in the despair that he never revealed to his child. He allowed his Meister to express his pain after all this time of keeping it bottled inside.

"Well, I'll be honest," Dr. Franken Stein sat in Lord Death's room the next day, his chair turned backwards, and his eyes cast on the floor below. "Kid seems to be going through some minor shock. The begging that he has begun is just desperation. He simply can't fathom that his mother has passed on and after witnessing her death, I'm almost positive that he is simply trying to cling on to some old memories. He isn't delusional in any way. If anything," lifting his eyes to meet Lord Death's, he continued, "he's just a child that misses his mother."

Spirit sighed miserably as he stood beside Lord Death, hearing him reply, "I see." His voice suddenly brightened as he added, "Well, at least that means that he's recovering!" Stein nodded slowly before glancing at Spirit and asking, "Was the man who murdered Rem ever found, Lord Death?" Spirit scowled bitterly as he glared at Stein, almost screaming to him that he needed to retract that statement. Lord Death stayed silent for a few moments, before responding, "Unfortunately...not yet." Stein stared at Lord Death, almost trying to think of what to say next, before finally saying, "Lord Death, I believe that you should talk to Kid. He's blaming himself for the murder of his mother, are you really going to let him believe that?"

Spirit flinched at that sudden statement before stepping forward and shouting, "What are you trying to say, Stein? That it's Lord Death's fault Kid is acting the way he is?" Stein shook his head as he replied, "Not at all. I just think a little reassurance is all that Kid needs." Looking back over at Lord Death, he added, "I understand that he doesn't want to talk, sir, but if he continues to blame himself like this, I'm afraid that he'll end up drowning himself in his own despair." Lord Death nodded as he replied, "I hear you, Stein! Don't worry about it. I'll handle it tonight!" Spirit looked over at his Meister before sighing gently. This is hard on Lord Death as well...I wonder if he'll even be able to speak with Kid.

"Kid, is it alright if I come in?"

"Go away, Father!"

Death the Kid glared at his bedroom door, tears staining his cheeks as he sniffled bitterly. Wiping hsi nose off with the sleeve of his right shirt, he turned his gaze back to his pillow. Rubbing his face into the soft fabric, he stayed silent once again. However, at the sound of a door opening, his head shot up and faced the intruder; Lord Death.

Grimacing angrily, he snapped, "Get out! I already told you to leave me alone!" His father stared at him before saying gently, "Kid...I want to help you." Kid stood up from his bed, throwing his pillow at his father's face. "Leave me alone! I don't want anymore help! I WANT MOTHER!" Lord Death moved towards Kid and Kid flinched, moving away from the man. He began to tremble as he shouted, "St-Stay away from me!" Grabbing what he could, he tossed the items at Lord Death. Screaming insult after insult, the child finally found his back pressed up against his bedroom wall. Lord Death stood merely an inch away from his son, looming over him.

"St-Stay...stay back...please." Kid begged, tears spilling from his eyes and dripping off his chin. He covered his eyes as he sobbed, continuing, "Please, Father. I don't...I don't want to hurt you. I don't want...I don't want you to be killed. I don't want to be alone. Please, please, Father."

Within minutes, his father's arms had wrapped around his small body, lifting him up and covering the child within his warmth. Sighing softly, he listened to Kid cry as he murmured, "Kid, your mother was not killed because of you. Even if you hadn't been with her that day, this still would have happened. It was just...time for her leave us." Nodding, Kid continued to sob as his father chuckled gently. "I'm sorry that I haven't helped you out, Kid, but I wanted to assure you that you were not the cause of your mother's death. I know that it's hard and I know that it's painful, but it's...it's time to move on, Kid. Your mother wouldn't want you grieving over her sacrifice like this. She would want you to, to enjoy the life that she allowed you to live...the life that she gave to you, in return for her own."

Feeling his voice begin to tremble, Lord Death added, "Don't you think that's what she would have wanted, Kid?" Rubbing his child's back gently, he listened to the sounds of Kid crying as he hugged him just a bit tighter. "I'm sorry, Kid. I'm so sorry that I wasn't there on time." Ducking his head down ever so slightly, he asked shakily, "Can you ever forgive me for the amount of pain I've put you in?" There was silence for a short period of time and Lord Death found himself thinking that Kid would never forgive him. He would never forgive his father for what he had done, for the death of his mother.

"Father," the child's voice spoke suddenly, weak and soft. "it wasn't your fault. Even if you had been there that day, she still would have died." Lifting his head slowly, he stared at his father before adding, "It was time for her to leave us." Forcing a smile onto his face, the child found himself being hugged tightly once more as his father thanked him over and over again. He was forgiven, and he was now free to express his pain. He was free to reveal the hidden sorrow that he had felt building inside of him, threatening to explode. Lord Death was truly happy...and Death the Kid had finally moved on.

The door opens slowly, a small crack of light peeking into the room. As the light expands, I feel a sudden warmth fill the room and my very soul. I lift my head, locking on to my father, who stands proudly in the doorway. This sudden warmth and light, fills my entire body with reassurance. It causes a smile, once a foreign gesture, to form on my face. I am not alone and this light will give me the strength that I need to stand once again. This light, this warmth, and the reassurance that I am with people who love me, will help me walk through the door and into a new life.

My mother will never return...but she will never be forgotten.

Suggestions are welcomed once again! ^^ Hope you enjoyed this chapter.