Roji- We'll see~ but, yeah, it's kind of cliche to have her die during childbirth

GigiandMad- OMFG IT WAS NUTS! I AM IN DENIAL! XD Let's just assume Ophelia is doped up with pain killers

Kara Black- Nope! she survived! =D

Mewtwo3642- Kid is awesome!

VioletDawn00- O.O *dies* LUCKY YOU MET JOHN SWASEY! Ahem. Okay, now I'M fangirling, haha. Thanks!

Imaginefun- THANK YOU

snowcloud8- The long awaited arrival!

greetingsfrommars- XD That's very true

- I was crying while I was writing it. Dignified, of course!

zoany- You'll just have to wait and see!

Okay, I'm soooooo sorry I took so long to update! I graduated from high school yesterday and I've been suffering from some major writer's block that I still haven't gotten over T.T So, the chapter might suck. I'll hopefully get back and make some changes once the block leaves me. Anyway...

I NO OWN.

He sighed heavily as the nightly cries started up. He was grateful he didn't require sleep otherwise he'd probably be passed out with exhaustion, much like Ophelia. She moaned beside him, eyes blinking open blearily. Death was already getting up.

"It's alright, I got him." He whispered. She grunted and was back asleep.

He walked over to the crib and picked up the two month old. Kid cried and kicked his feet while Death glided out of the room to the kitchen. He bounced his son a little and cooed, "Little Kiddo is hungry, huh? Don't you fret; Daddy's gonna feed you!"

Kid's crying turned into sniffles and a little halfhearted cry as Death warmed up one of the pre-made bottles. He tested how warm the formula was on his wrist before sitting down on the chair and holding the bottle up to Kid's mouth. The infant sucked greedily, cooing around the bottle. As he fed his son, Death hummed Kid's favorite lullaby. It promised of a sweet slumber and soft clouds and warm blankets. The lullaby made even Death feel lackadaisical.

Kid stopped feeding and Death removed the bottle from his mouth, placing it on the counter. He gently burped him before returning him to his crib. He watched, smiling, as Kid went back to sleep.

"Good night, Kiddo." He whispered as he left the room, leaving the door open.

He returned to his room. Ophelia was still sleeping deeply, her hair splayed out on her pillow. He quietly sank into his side and rolled onto his back. He closed his eyes and breathed slowly in and out.

He loved the calmness of night. All around him, he felt the inhabitants of the city wavelengths thrum peacefully as they slumbered. None were quite as sweet as Ophelia's and Kid's, however. Especially Kid's; his were so pure. Ophelia's were nice, but not pure. The felt strange as of late.

As though affirming his worry, a particularly nasty shiver rippled through her wavelengths. Death opened his eyes and glanced concernedly at her. She didn't move, her sides moving with each deep breath. Timidly, he reached out for her wavelengths, studying them. There was another shiver, more tainted than the last. The spot of madness had increased, too. Death chewed his lip anxiously. He hoped no one else had felt it.

"How are you feeling~?" He asked the next morning, smiling happily at her.

She had large bruises beneath her eyes from lack of sleep the past couple months. She looked exhausted, but she still smiled just as exuberantly as always.

"I'm doing alright. I think I'll work in the garden today. The weeds are starting to get troublesome." She mused, slipping the spoon of mashed carrots into Kid's waiting mouth.

"Good! I'll be at the school if you need anything." He kissed her and Kid.

Before leaving for the school, Death went to his library. He closed the door behind him and stood before his mirror, mask in place. Stein appeared in his mirror's reflection, nodding his head at him.

"You needed me, sir?" Stein queried, pushing his glasses up.

"I would like for you to maintain an eye on Ophelia for me today." He said in a hushed tone. "Do not let her see you. If she acts...peculiar, please contact me right away."

Stein gave him a little salute. "Right away." His reflection warbled until it was Death's own reflection staring at him.

He rubbed his mask's forehead as though it would help alleviate his beginning headache before stepping into the mirror. His mirror world was black as usual, the many openings spinning around him. The one to the academy floated idly past him and he stepped through.

Spirit was already waiting for him, grinning widely. Death tilted his head to the side childishly. "What's got you so happy, hmm? Did Kami have the baby?"

Spirit all but bursted as he answered. "YES! It's a little girl! We named her Maka; she's sooo cute~! I'll bring her in for you to meet her when she's a little older. She's with her mama right now."

Death chuckled and held his hand up for a high five, which Spirit gave enthusiastically. "Congratulations! I know you and Kami will be amazing parents!"

"Thank you, sir." His young partner glowed with the compliment.

Death thought of Kid and wondered if he and Maka would ever meet. It would be interesting if they were to become friends. If Maka was a weapon like her father, she could become his son's weapon partner! The idea made Death quiver with excitement and he wished they were older.

His mirror gave a twang, snapping him out of his daydream. He accepted the call and, to his dismay, it was Stein.

"Meister Stein reporting." He announced. Death waved his hand impatiently. There was a crash behind Stein, causing Death to cringe.

"Mrs. Ophelia has become unstable. Marie is attempting to soothe her right now, but I think it would be best if you-" Death ended the call and looked at Spirit, who had been listening.

"...Let's go, Spirit." Spirit changed into his weapon form. Death grabbed him and went into his mirror.

As he stepped into his library, he felt the heavy wavelengths. They were almost unrecognizable.

"Ugh, is this what madness feels like?" Spirit asked rhetorically, his reflection showing his discomfort.

Death followed the wavelengths to Kid's room. He could hear his son crying as well as Marie's soothing voice. Stein was leaning against the wall, breathing heavily. The madness was getting to him, Death realized.

"Stein, you can leave. I won't let anything happen to Marie." He promised.

Stein looked up at him, sweating, but complied wordlessly. He slumped down the hall toward the front door. Death took a deep breath and stepped into the doorway, his heart pounding at the sight.

Ophelia was clutching Kid, most likely too tightly based on his cries. Her eyes were wild and red. Marie was standing a couple feet in front of her, hands outstretched. Her healing wavelength wasn't activated, but her voice held the healing properties, though it seemed to do little to comfort Ophelia.

Both women's eyes snapped to him when they heard him. Marie looked relieved whereas Ophelia's eyes narrowed.

"How long has she been like this?" He asked Marie.

"Um, for at least ten minutes, I think. We felt one wavelength and thought it would go away, but it didn't. Then, she started holding Kid like she was trying to crush him." Marie answered, eyes flitting nervously to Ophelia.

Death nodded and turned to Ophelia. Kid was crying and reaching out for him, his little face red and wet. "Ophelia...you're hurting him."

"So what? I've not slept in months since I had him." She spat, glaring hatefully at her son. She must have tightened her grip because Kid's cries began to border on hysteric.

This wasn't her. She loved Kid, she had gone through so much to have him! "I know you don't mean that. Give him to me and then I can help you calm down." He took a step toward her.

She crushed Kid to her chest, hopping back some. "Don't come near me! You're going to slice me up with that pretty scythe, aren't you?"

Death froze and threw Spirit away, ignoring his partner's protest. "I'm not going to hurt you, Ophelia." I can't. "Please, give me Kid. Don't hurt him anymore."

She looked like she was contemplating his request, her grip slackening on Kid. He held his hands out to grab his son when she suddenly smirked widely. She tossed Kid aside and sprang at Death.

No, don't make me! Don't make me do it, Ophelia! Death outstretched his arms, his shadows rushing to Kid. Marie beat them, grabbing Kid and cradling him to her chest. She looked up and shouted worriedly, "Lord Death!"

Death shut his eyes and pleaded, "Don't make me do it, Ophelia!