weaselshark

      He was all by himself when he awoke. Seeking attention the only way a baby knows, he began to squirm in his blankets and mew loudly. A pair of thin delicate arms reached down and picked him up. The baby fussed as a woman with long raven black hair arranged in two buns atop her head held him to her chest. The baby snuggled up against her breasts and attempted to latch on through her clothing. The woman laughed and tapped the baby's nose lightly. "You just had some milk, my silly little bird."      The baby gurgled as she bounced and rocked him. Beaming, she kissed the baby's forehead and whispered "How I love you, my prec

      Mephisto was highly annoyed. He had things to do, schemes to concoct, fanbases to troll. Out of all the demons in Gehenna, why was he the one stuck baby sitting his baby brother? He wasn't even good with kids, although really no demon was, but that was besides the point. He prepared himself for anything as Amaimon stared up at him from his seat on the floor. The toddler blinked at him with dispassionate eyes.       Mephisto scratched the back of his head nervously. "Soooo…. Can you talk?" The only response was more blinking. *Plink*Plink* After a moment of mutual

      The bath water was set to a decent warmth, not too hot and not too cool. It was just the way he liked it. Rook settled his pale body into the tub, letting out a deep sigh. He enjoyed baths a great deal. The warm water enveloped him like a gentle embrace. It was also the only time he felt he could allow his mind to drift. Nothing was expected of him here. He closed his ice blue eyes and tried to dispel his growing sense of apprehension. He had been feeling rather unwell lately.       Opening his eyes, Rook glanced down at the tiled bathroom floor. Just within an arms

      Takeda grimaced every time he turned around. The kid was still there. He was still following him. Takeda had screamed at the little freak to get lost, but the toddler with the big brown eyes and glasses only stared at him. Takeda had many friends, but no one would stick around when they saw his little stalker. Sousuke Aizen was the kid nobody could stand. Even though neither of his parents were soul reapers, he had a monstrous spiritual pressure. That fact alone was unsettling enough.      Takeda was angry at himself. He wished that he had kept walking when he had seen a group of older boys ganging up on the mousy kid. H

      Dawn had broken and the search continued. The party had diligently checked every area the young boy was known to frequent, but came up empty. The men were exhausted, but determined to find the missing child. As ambitious as they were, hope had faded quickly that they would find the meek child alive. His spiritual pressure was too large to miss even miles away. The fact that no one could pick up even a hint of it was a grim omen.      Tohru refused to let himself dwell on the likelihoods. He tried to keep himself detached as they had entered the dense stretch of woods as a last resort. It hat now been several hours since t

      A full moon shone brightly through the leaves, creating an almost eerie glow despite the black pitch of night. Aizen Sousuke was in no state to admire the sight. His bare feet bled from thorns and unforgiving terrain, but he did not care. He could only move forward into the darkness. He had no idea where he was going, but he was unafraid. In fact, he felt hollow inside.       Unable to see an inch in front of him, the boy's foot snagged upon a root and he pitched forward. Having tumbled a few feet away, Sousuke's legs were scratched and bloodied. He had lost his glasses as well. Instead of getti