"Bald spot"

Xibalba stared at his reflection in annoyance, more specifically at his head where once held his crown which was set on a small table below the hanging mirror. With a scowl he ran a hand through his bare skull before letting his hand fall back on the table.

He has grown significantly old, and his hair seemed to have vanished from his cranium towards his facial area which was thick from the curls of his mustache and beard.

When he was younger, at the prime of his life, he had hair. It was white as snow, matching with his mustache. He didit had a beard back then but now...the only way to hide his baldness is covering it with his massive crown.

He let out a sigh placing the crown back on his skull as he remebered about the time when he was courting La Muerte, she used to brush at his hair even giving him a harsh pull when he was toying with mortals. He let out anouther sigh, if only he had the power to grow it back.

"Xibalba?"

He turned calmly hearing the sound of his wife's voice. She let out a small smile as she strolled up to him.

"Mi Amor-" he purred, forgetting his problem immeditatly as she gave him a peck on the lips. "I'm so glad that you made it to my realm..."

"Of course, Balby.." She sweetly said, her fingers brushing a lock of his beard. "It was my turn to come over."

"What shall we do today, mi vida?" He said taking her hand into his. "Shall we go to the land of the living?...or shall we go dancing?" He gave her a twirl making her laugh slightly.

"Oh Balby..." She sighed contently. "I think I already know what I want to do." She said pulling his beard so that their lips were inches from each other. He let out a chuckle wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Really?...and what's that?" He said coyly.

She let out a small smirk and leaned in. Their lips touched in a soft kiss that quickly escalated in a passionate one. He dug his hands into her long hair, stroking it down as she placed her hands on his cheek bones. He felt his knees buckle against her sweet touch that he feared he might just faint. He felt her hands work its way up towards his crown and felt it being lifted.

He immeditatly pulled away, his hands shooting up to his crown pulling it back down. La Muerte reeled back in suprise, never in her life that he pulled away from a kiss. She notice his hands slowly remove themselves from his crown.

"F-forgive me, my sweet...I did not mean to spoil our moment." He said swiftly, taking her hands into his. "Let's continue shall we?" He leaned in with puckered lips only to suffer dissapointment when he felt a finger in between him and his wife's lips.

"Oh Balby, what was wrong?" She asked softly as he pulled away.

"Wrong? Nothing is wrong, mi Amor...please let's continue with our time." He said chuckling nervously.

She placed her hands on his shoulders gently, batting her eyes innocently at him.

"Please?" She begged. "You don't need to hide things from me...was it something I did?"

"No!" He blurted out suddenly, he bit his lip from his sudden outburst. "Never darling. It is just...me." He said quietly, almost embarrassed.

She titled her head at him.

"What? Have..." She bit her lower lip, unsure of how to continue. "Have things between us...grew boring?" She asked, her hands tighten against his own.

"Where did you get an idea like that?"

"It has, hasen't it?!" She suddenly cried out, angerily pulling her hands away, turning her back at him. "That is why you were acting strange recently!"

"No! No that is not it at all!" He said in a panic going in front of her. She pulled a strand of her hair over her shoulder, stroking it slightly, a nervous habit that she had when faced with a difficult situation.

"Well what is it then?" She asked, looking at him with concern. He let out a soft sigh at the look his wife was giving him. He could never lie to her when she is on the verge to tears. Her eyes glossed over hearing his silence, making him give in.

"Mi Amor...everything is more than wonderful between us." He smiled taking her hand again, giving her a chaste kiss on her knuckle. She step towards him kissing his knuckle in return.

"Then tell me what's wrong?"

"I...I'm growing old." He admitted scratching behind his head, he relutcenly takes off his crown pointing to the object of his concern. "I have grown bald."

He was suddenly smacked on his shoulder harshly. "Ay xibalba!" His wife scolded. "Do not scare me like that, I thought it was something important!"

"Impo-! This is!" He argued, letting out a whine. "I use to have hair when we were younger and now I don't!"

"This is why you were acting strange, because your bald?!" She placed a hand on her forehead letting out a groan. He gave her a scowl. "Xibalba! You have been bald for two centuries now! Why is this bothering you now?"

"Because!" He shouted childishly. She quickly place her hands on his cheek bones making him quickly melt into them.

"I love your bald head." She admitted softly, giving him a small kiss on the forehead. He gave a small smile. "I know we are growing old, but that shouldn't bother you...you will continue to be a handsome rascal to me."

"Really my sweet?"

"Of course." She smiled, she quickly pulled at his beard bringing his lips close to hers. "Now where were we?"