Once threw the door I quickly walked over to Auntie Error and placed Shino next to Gradient who put her on his lap. Ink quickly beckoned them outside as Error stood ready to lung if Reaper even tried to return Mom's slap.

Reaper cupped his cheek his eyes casted downward and shadowed.

Lady Blue quickly and quietly stood her heels clicking against the wooden floor as she turned. Reapers voice rumbled out as a growl, "Blue, sit back down."

But Blue walked, only stoping just a few feet before Error as silent tears fell, "I tried to help you. But you hurt me." She paused to take a breath, "You lashed me! 'Branded' me as yours when I said no!" Facing Reaper from a distance his eyes snapping to her crying ones in a rage. She torn off her wedding ring and chucked it at him.

He caught it with ease.

Blue's fists clenched as she gritted her teeth. "The man I loved before YOU was kinder! INK WAS KINDER! And I may have had ONE intoxicated night where Blueprint was conceived but that was BEFORE I EVEN MEET YOU! MY SON IS NOT THE BASTARD CHILD YOU CLAIM HE IS! AND I AM NO WHORE!" She shouted, "Ink is a kind man and when I refused to get rid of the child, he promised to support me and my child. I haven't seen Blueprint in YEARS because of you!"

"YOU'RE STILL MY WIFE! NO ONE CAN PROTECT YOU HERE!" Reaper bellowed.

"I DON'T NEED PROTECTION! I WANT A DIVORCE!"

"I REFUSE TO DIVORCE THE WOMEN CARRYING MY CHILD!"

"MAYBE IF YOU HADN'T TAKEN ME FORCIBLY THEN I WOULDN'T WANT A DIVORCE!" Tears continued to stream down Lady Blue's face as she screamed. She crumbled to the floor as she weeped.

Auntie Error quickly rushed to her side, Uncle Ink not to far behind.

"Your a-a cruel m-man! A HORRIBLE FATHER!" Her voice scratchy as she bellowed again.

Error and Ink winced.

I glanced at Mom to see even she had tears running down her cheeks. 'Why is my father such a prick? What did we do in order to deserve this?' I walked over to Mom, ignoring my jackass of a father, and engulfed her in a hug, "Mom, are you okay?" I had turned us so Mom was facing away from Reaper. Mom returned my hug as she buried her face in my chest. I had said it loud enough so Reaper could hear me and I saw him visibly tense.

Reaper's empty sockets snapped to my eye light. He examined my face as his eye sockets widened. Speaking almost in a whispering tone, "Geno, who is that?" He seemed like he wanted to approach Mom and I but Moms grip tightened on me.

Mom didn't want to say anything so it was up to me! I sighed, "Hi! I'm Goth! Your fifteen year old son. And the brother to the young twenty one year old women you've slapped three times." I gave him a closed eye smile that didn't reach my eyes. Opening my eyes I was meet with a frozen, still wide eyed Reaper. I saw Uncle Ink from the corner of my eye ready to attack if necessary.

Reapers mouth opened and closed like a fish for a few minutes until he settled on a neutral face that morphed into anger, "WHY WASN'T I TOLD YOU HAD A SON! MUCH LESS MY SON!"

Mom released me as I released her. She turned to him. "Do you honestly think I would tell you anything from how you treated Blue? YOU BEAT HER INTO THE GROUND REAPER!"

"THAT GIVES YOU NO RIGHT TO KEEP ME FROM MY SON!"

"IT GIVES ME EVERY RIGHT TO KEEP YOU FROM MY BABY BOY!" Mom bellowed.

Reapers mouth shut. He took a breath and he visibly relaxed, "How many?" He asked bluntly, "I know of two. I had you four times. How. Many."

Mom visibly stiffened so I spoke for her, "A nine year old as well as an eighteen year old." Mom tried to elbow me but I stepped to the side.

Guilt was the only thing present on my father's face, "Geno I'm-"

I cut him off, "Sorry but I don't think you have the right to apologize to our Mother. Not before you spoil your wife and get her to NOT leave you for the pathetic ass you are. You had your chance with our Mom and you blew it. No sense in trying again if you already have a marriage rolling down hill."

Reapers mouth snapped shut as his empty sockets bore into mine. After a moment he looked crestfallen. He brought his hand up, his palm holding the ring Blue had chucked at him. He clenched his fist around it as he swiftly turned and stalked out of the restaurant.

Everyone let out a sigh.

Shino came running back inside with Gradient trailing behind her.

Mom bent down and scooped her up. She turned to me with a silent 'thank you'.

I smiled at her with a nod.

She then walked off. Probably to put Shino back in her room.

I walked over to Lady Blue and helped her up. As Ink and Error fussed over her wellbeing. It wasn't a love triangle, no. Error had just taken a liking to Blue since she took care of Blue's son Blueprint. And Ink, well, Blue was Inks past lover but he holds only friendship feeling for her now.

He did at one point have the fancy of Queen Dream. I know they had a Daughter named Palette. I've heard rumors that she's way to hyperactive for her own good.

~Geno's POV

'Damn asshole.'

I laid Shino down on her bed and exit her room with the click of her door. Walking down the hall I went back through the double doors. Ink and Error had left with Blue and their two sons. Goth and Xahji were cleaning up. But I didn't see Raven anywhere. 'Probably with that Blueprint boy again.'

The restaurant was mostly empty if not for the Afterfells family. If I'm more specific the husband of my cousin. His name is Death. I used to confuse Reaper and Death until I got a good look at Deaths face. He had a tiny faded scar just below one of his eye sockets.

Reaper didn't have any sort of scar on his body. I knew that asshole all over. I ran a hand over my face trying to dispel the image of said naked skeleton. I did NOT want him in my mind at this present moment.

I walked over to Death who had his cold empty eye sockets trained on me. Stopping before him I smiled, "Would you like anything King Death?"

Death examined me curiously a smirk spreading across his face, "You.~"

I was dumbfounded as my cheeks flushed red. 'Did he really just say me of all people? WHEN HE HAS A WIFE!!' I back handed his cheek as rage consumed me. He flinched at the contact, that same damn smirk STILL on lips. Him now sporting a greyed hand print. "You have a wife and kids Death! What do you think your wife will do to you if she heard you say that to ME of all people!"

Out of the corner of my eye socket I saw Goth and Xahji walk quickly through the double doors. 'Why would they leave me in here alone with this cocky asshole?'

Death trapped me in his arms and pulled me into his lap. A squeak of surprise leaving my lips at the sudden movement. He let out a soft rumbly chuckle but when he spoke he seemed crestfallen, "My doll divorced me. Took my children and disappeared without a trace." He buried his face against my neck kissing it softly making me give out a content sort of noise, "She always enjoyed when I did that." His breath running along my spine having my blush consume my entire skull.

Deaths voice is deep and gruff unlike Reapers light and flirtatious one. And by just glancing at Death you can see all the hurt lying underneath that cold exterior. All I can assume is my cousin took him at face value and once the emotional baggage came out she fled. I felt sorrow for the one I was allowing to hold me.

"I'm not your replacement doll." I stated as he pulled back from me and I looked up at him, staring into his empty sockets.

"I'm not asking you to be." He stated as his grip tightened on me.

"Who am I to you than?" I asked.

His mouth opened but shut instantly. Looking away from me his grip loosening to were if I wanted to I could get up and walk away. But I stayed awaiting his answer.

After a while of thinking he felt me shift on his rather comfy lap and looked at me once again. I had been staring off into space when he placed a hand on my cheek, making me jolt from the contact, "You look so much like my doll..." He trailed off.

I frowned cupping the hand currently cupping my cheek, "I may look like your doll. But I can assure you that I am not her. I won't wear a damn collar or submit to you like a child would their parent. I will not shy away from your angry manner, favoring to give you a sweet or two. Although if you get on my nerves just be ready for me to snap at you or chuck something at your face." I took a breath, "You never answered my question. Who am I to you?" I repeated.

He became silent once again his hand still resting against my cheek bone. His boney fingers seeming rougher then Reapers. His entire demeanor, aura, even the way he talks being heavy reminders that he is in fact not the Reaper I have known up until now. I've given up on Reaper. My broken sharded heart reminding me of the times Reaper would just up and leave after every session.

I had let go of Reaper long, long ago. But this is Death, not Reaper. Death is a skeleton of 'high stature'. A skeleton that deserves and demands respect on all fronts. If Death wanted to try us then I wouldn't mind. But he needs to let go of his doll just like I have let go of my Reaper.

I sighed taking his hand in my own, him muttering something about 'softness' and other words I couldn't comprehend. I guess he wasn't used to someone having soft hands. Although I don't understand how bone can be soft in any aspect.

"Death if you can't answer who I am to you then I want you to leave. Of course you can come back but I want you to let go of your, doll before anything happens between us. If you want anything to happen between us." My eye light meeting the hand I was currently drawing circles on. Light scars were present but they had faded with time.

I could feel his eyes on me. He lifted my chin with his index finger. Him leaning in as I pulled back. He stopped, a frown gracing his features. I sighed, "Death, let go of your doll then come talk to me." I reluctantly stood up and gestured towards the door, "We are closed now. But please come again." I smiled softly at him.

He stood and approached me. Looming over me, "I will return." He bluntly stated as he turned swiftly and left.

'That was an interesting shit day.' I blinked after him. 'I wonder what tomorrow will bring.' I turned on my heel and retreated to my room.

Then I thought of Ink and what he had told me when he married Error. That my family was Royalty.

"Royalty? That's Rich."

-

I could continue this..... But then it would just spiral into a small story...

I CANT! 'The Two Societies' is basically a story now... DAMN IT MAN!!!

Me(now): debating.......... "fuck it. Let's go."