I was extremely exhausted, sitting against the base of the tree breathing heavily, and watching as my white shirt became stained black with my own blood. I wasn't worried, it wasn't a fatal wound and surely my healing abilities would get me back to top shape soon. If only it helped with being tired. I had been fighting for 3 straight days, too paranoid to sleep, afraid from my own life. For I was fighting another reaper, one of my own kin, my own father.
He was a corrupt man, filthy and violent, just like a demon should be. He only had his position because of my mother, but now they were both dead. I didn't remorse over this, I was never close with either of my parents, and they were more of an obstacle in my life then they were actual parents.
I stood up wobbly, becoming impatient already, I just couldn't wait any longer. I opened up a portal gate, and trudged through.
He was lying there, the only person in my life to ever make me feel important, the only person I truly cared. I watched as he glanced up, looking at me with such sadness, yet at the same time with glee. He stood up slowly, words barely escaping his lips, while his hand exteneded forward to touch me as if I wasn't even real.
"A-Ath-ren...." he mumbled quietly.
I didn't even say anything, but my legs now gave out as I fell forward into his arms, a big smile on my face. Kanda's arms wrapped around me tightly, him burying his face into my shoulder, feeling him tremble.
"Don't ever leave me without telling me again!" His voice broke then, and I could feel his tears soak my shirt, as I lifted my hands to rest on his back. Tears silently leaked from my eyes, as I began to laugh.
"I missed you terribly, I'm sorry Kanda-Kun...."
A few hours had passed after that, as I filled Kanda in on the details of my little adventure, and while my body resumed to heal back to normal. We were walking back to our shabby little hotel room now, silently. I'm pretty sure Kanda was still mad at me, but the angry expression on his face. I lightly smiled, knowing it was because I hurt him enough to make him cry, and he hated being vulnerable.