Author's Note:

Hello, internet! Okay, so this is not only my first story written in Word, but it's also my first Soul Eater fanfiction. So take it easy on me, it might take me a smidge to get the characters' voices right.

Alright, so I was reading through a bunch of Soul Eater fanfiction, and as with most fandoms, there is a slight over saturation of romance and the like, all I want is friendly fluff man XD And I'm fascinated with Kid and Lord Death's relationship. I thought that we could use some more nice Father/Son fluff going on, I'm taking on myself to write it myself. I already have a solid idea what I'm going to do with this story, with a last chapter already in mind. It's just going to be short little snippets about Lord Death and Death the Kid, throughout Kid's childhood. Wholesome, fluffy fun.

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Spirit made his way towards the Death Room with some amount of nervousness. Lord Death had called him up, saying it was urgent. He had wondered what the issue was, was there some sort of witch related disaster going on or was it something else? He had only recently become a Death Scythe, and had already become Death's Scythe of choice, it was great honor, but he was new and had yet to have any big disasters pop up. Was it something personal? Did Death have some problem with his recent marriage to his girlfriend? Or was it some other stupid thing he did?

Spirit burst into the Death Room, breathing heavily.

"Lord Death! I'm here, what is the emergency!?" Spirit gasped, back far straighter then what was probably normal. Death was facing away from him when he entered, but at his little outburst he causally turned around.

"Oh my, you did get here fast! Calm down, now, there isn't any emergency. I just said that to get you to come here faster." Even if Lord Death was wearing a mask, Spirit could tell he was smiling.

"You what now?"

"I just want to share some important news with you." Lord Death tilted his head and turned again, this time to the side. "I figured you might be the best to share it with, as my most trusted Death Scythe and given your recent marriage."

"My marriage?" Spirit was more than a little confused.

"Yes, your marriage. You are on your way to being a family man, it's been a rather long time since I had a Death Scythe as such, they are normally so caught up in their jobs that they don't bother until after they retire, or they die before they can. It's been around forty years I think... Anyway, your marriage got me think about something." Death turned once more to face him. "As you may have figured, I'm very old. I've been alive for centuries, watching the world develop around me and adapting... Watching generation after generation come and go. Now one of my favorite Death Scythe that I've had in a good while has gotten married and is going to be starting his own family and I thought... that maybe it was time for Death God for the generations to come to rise. Maybe the generations to come need someone new."

"What are you saying, sir?"

"I had a son! A precious little heir!" Death cheered, his hand suddenly jutting from his body and out toward Spirit, and to his surprise there was tiny newborn sitting in the palm. "I made him last night! Isn't he adorable?"

"Last night- what- how?" Spirit was a step or five beyond bewildered. His mind was darting around trying to sort out what was happening.

"I created him from a fragment of my soul. I told you the story of the kishin under the school." Spirit nodded, frowning slightly. He remembered the blunt way Lord told informed him of that. "Well, when I created the Death God that would eventually become the kishin, a small little sliver of my soul broke away at the same time because splitting apart my soul was a much more daunting task then I had originally planned. So once Asura was born, I captured the sliver in a bottle, in case I wanted to use it later. I'm glad I did. Do you want to hold him?"

"Sure, boss." Spirit said, gently plucking the newborn from Lord Death's ridiculous cartoonishly oversized hand and cradled him. The little one shifted slightly in his little black blanket. He had a tiny tuff of jet black hair on top of his little head, though there was some white mixed in on one side. Strange. He was cute though. "He is cute, Lord Death, congratulations. I personally hope to have a daughter one day."

"As fond as you are of women, I'm sure that's true." Death chuckled and Spirit gave an embarrassed smile back.

"When are you going to tell everyone else?"

"Soon enough, I sort of want to keep him to myself for a while, but I was dying to tell someone. I figured you were the best option." Nobody had to know the implications of him siring an heir just yet. That could wait till a later date.

"What's his name?"

"Death."

"Isn't that a little on the nose? He is going to be a Death God when he grows up, right?" Spirit raised a brow.

"He is already a god, just an immature one. And I'll have you know that Death is a family name, passed down the generations of Death Gods ruling over the earth realm. My name is Death, my father's name was Death, and his father before him. If it helps, we can call him Death the Kid... In fact, I rather like that. Death the Kid! Delightful! That's his name." Death reached out his hand and gently stroked the top of Kid's head with his finger, and even this soft motion was enough to wake him, revealing gorgeous yellow eyes. "Death the Kid."

Author's Note:

So here this is. Review or something! If you have anything you'd think would be cool in a story like this, let me know, I'm open for Private Messages and everything XD So yeah~ until next time!