Gleaming, the knives in his hands would have been soaked in blood, but trees didn't bleed, leaving the blades scratched, but still clean. His expression was blank, or maybe dissatisfied.

"What is it?" I questioned, walking up to my son, Yale..

"My form isn't right." he stated, his accent slurring his words.

"No, your doing fine. Just try harder." I patted his shoulder. "Try again." and walked back to my place.

He held up the knives in front of himself, his raven-colored bangs drifting into his face, and over his blue eyes. He wasn't very self assured, but his temper was short. The only fear I had about him was the fact that he may inherit his mother's… condition, I suppose you could call it. He got his temper from the both of us, is a better way to put it.

Leaping forward, his blades sliced deeper into the trunk, slowly murdering the thing. Boy, he was going to be a world-renown heathen hunter. I can sense it.

He's only twelve, and he's half as good as I am, but blades were in his blood. He was practically born to do this.

Though, the church didn't approve of him. Most bastard children aren't, but there are exceptions, and he was one of them. I'm highly respected, and his mother is a sweet soul- most of the time. I had to have lost some respect though, but that didn't matter. I have a son! A dream I've had since I was a Child was to have a son, and I never expected to have one. Children bring me joy, but Yale brings me bliss.

My thought began to wander, I barely heard the scream of complete disarray. Yale heard it, and reacted quickly running into the building we were training behind.

I was getting old, no matter how much I didn't want to admit it, I was gaining my years far too quick. Couldn't react like a cat like I use to, couldn't and never could keep up with my son.

For the past six years she'd done this, and Yale got use to his mother doing this. But it was getting worse.

The large doors flung open, and we found various nuns holding down a woman, who was screaming in her native tongue.

Carefully, her son got on his knees, cupping her head in his hands. "Hush, mom, hush. Calm yourself."

Her expression changed quickly to a softer, gentler one, and her breathing slowed down. "Yale…? Yale, baby!" she pulled her arms away from the woman, wrapping them around Yale thin neck.

"Yeah, mom, I'm here." he wrapped his arms around her patting her back. "Is she gone now?"

His mother nodded into his shoulder.

Acting too old for his age, that's something I didn't like about him. He's growing up too quickly. He never had a normal childhood.

The orphans made it worse. Maybe that's why he grew up too fast.

I knelt down beside them, putting my hand on her shoulder. "Are you sure? Is she really gone?"

She looked over to me, her face still in Yale's shoulder, and nodded once again.

"Good, good…"

There was something about her that was so child like. Maybe it was her innocence? Although, myself of all people should think otherwise. I literally stole away her innocence, but there was something even deeper in that aspect.

I couldn't deny that I love her. I've known her since she was a child, and she was such a good girl.

Now that I think about it, maybe that's why Yale was growing up too fast. I was comparing to his mother. Or, maybe he is growing up faster then his mother.

The years are flying by too fast.

Whoo~ It's been a while! How ya doin'?

Haha! Please, don't hate me!

Anyway, The last pairing was Pip and Seras (MY FAVORITE!).

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