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It's a Deathly Baby Boy

Tell me I'm frozen but what can I do?
Can't tell the reasons I did it for you
When lies turn into truth I sacrificed for you
You say that I'm frozen but what can I do?

~Frozen by Within Temptation

"It's a baby."

"I know."

"It's a baby boy."

"Yes..."

"It's a freakin' real live baby boy!"

"Actually, technically he's dead."

The grim reaper watched from behind his mask as the short young woman before him practically threw herself in a frenzy over the child he carried in his arms – though maybe appearing in her room at the ungodly hour of three in the morning and hovering silently above her like, well, Death, till she awoke was a partial contributor. Her peacock like gray hair seemed to stand more so on end then it usually did. Her dark eyes looked at him confused, specks of dark amber becoming more prominent with her increasing hysterics and her pale skin. He found her unneeded worrying oddly amusing especially in the teddy bear footie pajama's she wore – a gift from him which was about a few hundred years too early for her time.

"Oh! That's rich! So you're carrying around a dead baby and you brought it to me room! That makes me feel so much more comforted," she said, her voice oozing with sarcasm.

He glided around her frustrated form, placing the child on a tall seat with no backing or barriers between the seat and floor. "It wasn't like I had any choice, Mena" Death replied. "He ate my scythe."

All complaints died in her throat as the woman's, Mena, mouth gaped open like a fish out of water. "He- he-he did what?"

Death held back a sigh, wondering if she needed her ears checked. "He. Ate. My. Scythe. Ate it; absorbed it; became one with. Whatever you want to call it, he" he pointing to the baby who was teetering dangerously on the edge of chair, "did it to my scythe."

Mena shook her head as she pulled the child into her arms, cradling it gently in her arms. "That-that doesn't make sense. I mean, how? You're freaking Death himself! The Grim Reaper! Anubis! Hades! Yan Luo!"

"I know," he replied tiredly. "And many more."

"You're like a freakin' old man! You're practically a moving fossil."

"Now you're just insulting me."

"Well-" Mena held her tongue as the baby squirmed in her arms impatiently.

Death glided back over to her instantly. "What's wrong with it?"

"It's hungry," Mena replied. "I think. I don't know! I mean, for all I know it's probably trying to spit up your damn precious scythe," she said shoving the baby back into the grim reaper's arms.

"Not this again," the male sighed, deciding to sit in the chair. It was best to get comfortable when Mena got into her ranting.

"I mean, am I or am I not a weapon?"

Sigh. "Yes."

"And am I not one of the best weapons you have on your side?"

"Yes, Mena."

She smiled turning towards him. Death wasn't afraid of much if anything at all…except for Mena smiling. She quick as lightening hit the masked male on the head, temple throbbing. "Then why in hell did you not bring me instead of some old scythe without even a pulse?!"

He straightened. He was Death. Why should he be chastised by such fragile a being? Her life compared to his existence was like a flickering candle. But he frowned from behind his mask, holding back any cold remark he could have possibly have given her. As he looked at Mena, hands on her hips, waiting for an explanation he lost all his words because the dark swirling tendrils seemed to surround her figure, grasping, coiling around her…and she didn't even know and he couldn't even tell her that she was dying not now but soon.

He looked down at the child in his hands. Eyes closed but surrounded with an air that gave off the impression that the infant was well aware of what was going on around it. The baby too had dark tendrils surrounding it but none of the shadowy wisps ever touched the boy, merely surrounded it, expanding and contracting in time to his no longer beating heart. The child was an anomaly itself in the fabric and logics of life and death.

Sighing, frustration completely gone from, Mena looked down at the child. "So whatcha gonna name him?"

His mask raised a bony brow. "Naming him means becoming attached."

Mena rolled her eyes. "Well you can't exactly get rid of kid. I doubt any orphanage would want him looking like Death himself. Hey!" she said snapping her fingers as if coming with some great epiphany like the meaning to life itself – which Death had to admit wasn't really all that surprising once one really thought about it. "That's it! Death the Kid!"

"That is the most pathetic excuse for a name that I've ever heard," Death pointed out. "Besides, he's not even my son. Why should he be associated with me? I have no time for children so you'll look after him."

"Like hell I am!" the woman protested but the child was already in her arms and Death was already gone. Mena growled before sniffing the babe. "You sexist pig!" she shouted into the air before frowning. "Just like a man to leave the diaper changing to a woman." She sighed deciding she would make him pay later. The diaper needed changing now. Ugh…

So here's another chapter. Shinigami-sama will be called Death for the time being since I believe that's what he was called when he was younger. Mena is my own character. This chapter takes place before Shibusen is ever built around the time before Shinigami locks away Asura so keep that in mind. Yes, I know that's like a really long time ago. Don't worry. I'm making this work.

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