Mr.Who2123: Thanks, Skyhawk, for some vicious ideas! I own nothing, by the way.
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That once so 'heavenly noise', that wonderful sound that signaled the birth of new life…that wonderful noise was now on the brink of making Anna and Kratos absolutely nuts. When they got home, they said their good byes to Yuan and Sanaro, who needed to get back to working, and now the two were alone. Kratos loved little Lloyd, oh yes he did, but now he was becoming the number one thing that would likely make him commit suicide.
It was late at night when the two had finally gotten home, but Lloyd was intent on crying for the rest of the night. He hadn't stopped since he was born, and Kratos had become worried that he would literally scream his heart out.
"Calm down, Lloyd," Kratos cooed, gently taking him from Anna's arms, and putting him against his towel covered shoulder. The little baby stopped a moment, resting his head on the padded shoulder.
"Let's put him to bed," Anna said, sighing greatly with relief. Her hair was extremely unkempt and thrown about, but it was the last thing on her mind. Kratos nodded very slightly, as not to disturb the now sleeping Lloyd, and walked over to the newly bought crib, of course, picked out by Kratos after he was "trained" to shop. Moving very gently and softly over the crib and shifting the weight of Lloyd to his arms, Kratos placed the baby into the crib and placed a soft, red blanket onto his little figure.
The Seraph smiled at his wife, and the two began getting ready for bed. Anna left the house to go into the lake for a quick bath while Kratos washed his formerly sweating face with soap. After Anna came back inside, the two went to bed, clean and perfectly happy.
Of course, perfection never lasts, if you've ever had any. Kratos and Anna were figuring that out that very night. Just as Kratos and Anna had fallen into slumber, Lloyd would scream at the top of his lungs. The poor Seraph, with his sharp hearing, scrambled out of bed, close to thinking he was being attacked by Mithos. Noticing his son, however, Kratos ran over to the boy, and picked him up. The crying stopped, and the relief showed on his usual passive face.
"Go to sleep, Lloyd," Kratos whispered, and the child fell asleep in the crib. The boy was so amazingly cute when he was asleep. His thin, small patch of hair was a deep chocolate brown like Anna's but his deep, brown eyes were of Kratos'. His mouth was open while he slept, and his head to the side. He was a sight of pure cuteness.
"We were so lucky to get such a cute boy like that," Anna murmured, watching her son with adoration. Kratos nodded and went back to bed, his mind now free of worries.
It wasn't a piercing cry that woke Kratos from his sleep the next time, but rather a loud sneeze. When he heard it, though, Kratos was on his feet in a couple seconds.
"Anna! Lloyd might be sick!" he exclaimed, dashing to the child's side. Of course, Lloyd was not, but the Seraph's hearing was so acute that it made the sneeze sound like a horrible, loud, sick one. Anna moved to a sitting position in her bed with a frown.
"Kratos, go back to bed…he just sneezed," she replied. The Seraph sighed, understanding his own over overreaction, and moved back into bed, but this time, he was waiting for another interruption by his son. He half-closed his eyes, prepared for the noises. He waited for hours and hours, his mind and body prepared to spring from bed and take care of his precious son.
It was morning before the Seraph knew it, and he got up from bed. His eyes had dark rings under them and he sighed. He was so prepared to care of Lloyd that he didn't sleep…at all. Beside him in bed, Anna got up and stretched her airs to the heavens. After a moment, she lowered her arms to stifle her yawn, and smiled at Kratos.
"I actually slept well…how about you?" she asked quietly, smiling at her husband. Kratos grumbled and stood up from the bed. Moving to the bathroom, he began to change from his shorts to his mercenary outfit that he wore so often. The Seraph, now emerged from the side room in full clothing, walked over to his son. The boy was on his side, clutching the blanket tightly as if it were his protection. Despite himself, the Seraph softened his hard and tired gaze, smiling at the adorable boy.
"Let's get breakfast," Anna quietly whispered from behind. She hugged him around the waist and put her head against his shoulder, also watching her beautiful son. Kratos slowly nodded, and left with Anna.
The young mother sprung into action, grabbing pans quietly from a cupboard and grabbing eggs from the fridge.
"From now on, I am on a diet," she remarked quietly. Kratos smirked, shaking his head while he watched Anna crack them and drop the contents into the pan. Immediately, it began sizzling in the heat and the eggs danced with the fire. The young woman flipped the food with expertise, letting the egg fly above the pan for a second, and then let it fall back onto the pan.
"I think you look great, Anna," Kratos remarked back, smelling the wonderful aroma of freshly scrambled eggs.
"With these thighs, Kratos? No, if I went to Luin, all the women would laugh at them," she answered, flipping the eggs once more. Now more solidified than its cold counterpart, the egg was much easier to flip.
"I still think you look great, though," Kratos said after a moment. Anna gave him a smile before turning off the heat of the stove, and grabbed to plates from another cupboard. Placing half the contents onto one plate, she slid the plate across the counter to Kratos, who smiled at the food.
"Thanks, Anna," he said genuinely. With a fork already on the plate, he began eating it calmly while he watched Anna shovel hers in ravenously.
"You know this would be great with…," she began. Kratos froze, his right eye twitching. "…cheese! This would be great with cheese!" Anna laughed at Kratos' sigh of relief as she turned around to the fridge.
"For a moment, I thought you were going to say…," he trailed off, shaking his head. Of course, both parents knew what he was talking about, and Kratos decided the subject didn't need to be addressed anymore. Anna laughed at Kratos' face, which was pained with remembering. She failed horribly at stifling the giggles when Kratos looked up to give her a confused look.
"I was just remembering when I made you eat spaghetti," she said. Kratos became pale and continued eating with a frown.
"Please don't ever make me do that again," he replied, placing another mouthful of egg into his mouth. He had finished now, and sat back in satisfaction. "I'll check on Lloyd." The Seraph stepped out of his chair, and walked back into the bedroom with delicacy. Inside, Lloyd was still asleep. However, when Kratos came up to the crib to see his child more closely, the boy suddenly woke up and began crying.
"Kratos, what did you do??" Anna called from the kitchen.
"Nothing!" Kratos yelled back, sighing. Gently, he picked up his son and placed him against his shoulder like he did last night. The boy stifled his cries and closed his eyes again. The Seraph, relieved, walked back into the kitchen with the boy against him. His gloved hand was holding the back of his head and the other supported his behind. Suddenly, Lloyd woke up and burped. Anna laughed while Kratos smirked.
"She has your manners," the Seraph said quietly, his smile wider. Anna made a face at him, but smiled at the boy anyways. It was hard not to. Suddenly, Lloyd burped again. Kratos looked to Anna, slightly confused, but the young mother was just as perplexed as him.
Just as Lloyd began settling down, the child opened his mouth and brown liquid flew from his mouth and all over Kratos' shoulder. Anna began cracking up, nearly falling on the floor while Kratos stared in horror. Lloyd could send the barf like a projectile, and so far, it shot pretty far. It had gotten on the floor behind Kratos and all over the Seraph's back.
"Anna, a little help, please!" Kratos muttered angrily, looking at his laughing wife with frustration. After Anna finally composed herself, she wiped the tears from her eyes and left for the bathroom which held towels. Kratos thought it couldn't get any worse. It did. Little Lloyd looked up at his dad, his eyes glittering with tears.
"No, Lloyd, don't cry, son," he began, but it was in vain. Lloyd began crying with all his might, and Kratos tried to coo him into quietness again.
"It's okay, Lloyd, I know you didn't mean to," he began awkwardly. He felt he was merely talking to himself and not to Lloyd. The next moment, a towel was thrown on Kratos' shoulder, and Anna was wiping away the barf with expertise.
"He got you pretty well," Anna remarked, laughing as she did so. Kratos merely grumbled as a response, and waited for Anna to finish her cleaning. After using up a total of three towels, Anna used up a fourth to clean Lloyd's dirtied face, and then took the boy afterwards.
"Go ahead and take a bath. You'll smell otherwise," Anna suggested, smiling at her dirty husband. Kratos merely grumbled again and left the kitchen for his room. After he shut the door, Anna turned back to her son with a playful smile.
"You just seem to be a problem child, don't you?" she asked him, though she expected no response. She only received a pair of big brown eyes watching her with wonder.
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Yuan and Sanaro were leading the finishing touches on the Triet Base. Over three hundred people were moving in furniture, beds, necessities, and other things to furnish the base. Sanaro held a checklist of materials bought, and the Seraph checked off every item that was moved into the base.
"Thick, four poster bed," one half-elf said, who was holding one end of the said object.
"Check. Move it into the leader's private room," Sanaro said, and made a check onto the square next to the item. The two carriers, nodded, and shuffled off with the giant piece of furniture. Yuan was watching the process with scrutiny, but also with happiness.
"I'll finally be able to have the forces to strike Mithos back," he remarked. Despite himself, a smile came upon his usually passive face. "Just you wait." The Renegade leader turned away from the workings, and entered his private workroom. It was the room right in front of his just private room. There was a beautiful wooden desk sitting on top of thick, red carpet, and a couple bookcases were on the other side. It was truly a lovely room.
Yuan glanced about it with a smile, and moved to his leather chair.
"My first day of work," he said aloud to no one, and began writing documents and notes.
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