Title: Mother
Author: Purtail (me)
Rating: T
Genre: Tragedy?
Status: Completed
Pairing: Crack. CRACKCRACKCRACKCRACKCRACK.
Summary: Daryan was executed, and he suspects he's going to Hell. He's got another thing coming to him, as an angel from his past shows up, offering to save his soul.

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Young Daryan Crescend never had a mother.

At least, that's the truth he convinced himself of. His father tried to explain that she died giving life to her own child, but he wouldn't hear it. To murder before your birth wasn't possible, Daryan told himself. It didn't count in the eyes of any god, nor was it judged by any legal system.

Having a lack of mother meant a lack of nourishment, and a lack of a comforting, motherly love protecting him. Because of those deficiencies, Daryan grew up quite bitter and alone.

He was quite the brat, no surprise there, but his mental handicaps went beyond not following directions. No, Daryan thought things differently, and watched things through terribly unfocused eyes. And his punk-ish attitude always worried the remaining members of his family, but he never listened.

So that day, he never perceived what was happening until it was too late.

He never saw the car coming.

It came like a flash of lightning, moving towards his small body at excessive speeds. Daryan dropped the ball he was playing, hearing it playfully bounce onto the cold ground.

I'm gonna die.

Everything came too fast next. Before Daryan knew it, he was lying on the side of the road, almost like a struck squirrel. He felt quite alive, and his small heart was still beating; why didn't the car kill him?

And then he glanced up.

She was there.

“Are you alright?”

Her voice...was that an angel? So soft, and soothing; it was the most beautiful noise to ever touch Daryan's young ears. And, all at once, her appearance seemed to appear out of the haze of his vision.

He was struck speechless. Her brown locks of hair fell in front of her face, making her equally chocolate eyes light up with warmth. The skin on her face was flawlessly pure; one small beauty mark was placed near her left lip, but it made her look nothing short of perfect.

Is this...love? Daryan's father had forced-fed him the fairytale philosophy for half of his life, causing him to believe in things such as 'happy endings' and crap like that.

But, he couldn't deny the fact that he was feeling something in his heart. But this woman was no wistful girlfriend; no, she looked sort of like the thing Daryan never had – namely, a mother.

That moment, however, he couldn't speak. His short, spiky hair probably looked wild and out of control, but he couldn't bring himself to care too much. The angel quickly got off him, checking his tinier arms and legs for some unknown reason.

“Oh, thank God. You don't appear to have any injuries.” she sighed in relief, extending her hand. “My name is Mia Fey. What's yours?”

Daryan reached forward to grasp her slender palm, feeling warmth flood into his hand. He was slowly lifted to his feet and trembled slightly in shock. “D-Daryan.” he mumbled. “Crescend.”

“Well, Mr. Daryan Crescend, I'm glad you're safe. What were you doing out here, all alone?” Mia asked, smiling gently.

The boy glanced around. Apparently, he wasn't where he thought he'd been. “I...don't know. I guess I wandered too far.” It wasn't a lie; but he didn't want the angel-woman to know that he wasn't paying attention. “I...I don't know where I am.”

“I'll take you home, honey. Make sure to be careful from now on, alright?” Mia smiled so wonderfully, it made Daryan's heart thump out of rhythm. Maybe he was falling in love with her?

No, how could he love someone so fast? He didn't know the first thing about this woman. She probably...didn't want anything to do with him, anyway. Still, he couldn't help his affection for her...she did save his life.

“Okay.” he muttered. “Um, Ms. Fey?”

“Please...call me Mia.”

“M...my dad read to me, once, that knights in shining armor protect the ones they love. I...is it okay if I protect you, Ms. Fe-er, Mia?” All the words just started pouring out of his mouth, he had no control. Instantly, he shut his mouth. “Oh my gosh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean...!”

Mia chuckled, her eyes sparkling. “Don't be ashamed, sweetheart. I'd love to be protected by someone as brave as you.”

Daryan blushed heavily. “B-brave?”

She nodded. “Anyone who can admit they are lost is brave in my eyes!”

He smiled softly, looking up at her. “Well then, I promise to protect you, Mia.”

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Daryan Crescend was scheduled to die that morning. Right before Kristoph Gavin, and right after Alita Tiala. He watched with horrified eyes as the young woman – having so much life left unfulfilled – stood in place on the wooden dock. Her eyes, once so terrified of her fate, were now dull and lifeless.

She had been one of his acquaintances, and together, they had discussed their regrets, and their fates. But that was all in the past now; neither of them could escape now. There was nothing left to face but death.

Her eyes locked with his as they loaded the noose of the rope onto her neck. Faint traces of anxiety and sorrow reflected in those eyes, but Daryan looked away quickly as she was pushed forward by the executioner.

There was a faint choking noise, but it was cut short as Alita's life ended.

“Next, Daryan Crescend.”

After his name was called, Daryan stepped forward, his boots making clopping noises on the floor. He then caught sight of Alita's body on the ground, crumpled and thrown away like the trash society thought them all to be. It angered him, but he couldn't fight it anymore.

“Any last words?” The man's gray eyes grew duller as he shook his head. The rope was surprisingly cool as it touched his neck, and he prayed it would all end quickly.

Is this what Klavier and Justice wanted? He couldn't help but wonder. Do they even know of our fate?

Daryan closed his eyes as he felt a slight push on his back. His body fell forward, and the breath squeezed out of him. One convulse, a gasp for breath, and Daryan Crescend was dead.

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I'm going to Hell. I'm going to burn and suffer my entire immortal life.

The thought was never glamorous. But Daryan couldn't really decide what his afterlife sentence was, now could he? He had pulled the trigger, he decided to kill. It was only fair for him to wallow in flames for the rest of his life.

But part of him wanted to go to Heaven. Part of him wanted to be saved.

Unfortunately, he didn't see it happening.

As his 'body' – or, whatever it was – floated around in the nothingness, he wondered what was to happen next. Yeah, he was dead – executed without so much as an appeal case. Understood. But, what? Was this the part where he would meet the big guy upstairs and be judged?

I already know, so there's no use in wasting time. Let's just get it over with.

After a few moments of wallowing in the darkness, Daryan noticed a faint stream of light coming from above him. It wasn't blindingly bright, but was very easy to notice in his dim world. It didn't seem to have an ending to it; just a random, useless light. Like a match in a cave, what good was it going to do in the long run?

But after much (as far as Daryan could keep track of) time had passed, the light was still present. It was slowly growing as well. Where the fuck was this stupid, irritant light coming from!? It wasn't as if he could see anything, anyway, as he no longer possessed a body. So, why a light?

And all at once, the memory from when he was a child returned to him. Meeting Mia, swearing to protect her...everything was clear, like it happened yesterday. But it didn't happen yesterday. The truth was, that event happened more than twenty years ago; honestly, Daryan had forgotten it. Why did it return so suddenly, and while he was in his own version of Limbo?

Daryan. Daryan?

His name...it was being called. Softly.

Wake up, sleepyhead. I thought you said you would be my knight.

That voice...it couldn't be...

The image of Mia – slightly older than the sparkling Mia he had loved at first sight – appeared before him. She had on the same angelic smile as she did that fateful day.

“M...Mia?” He wasn't 'speaking,' but managed to focus his thoughts into saying her name.

My, Daryan. You've been such a naughty boy. But, I suppose that's okay. You're not the first person I know to get into trouble.

He wondered what she meant by that, but didn't question it. “W-why are you here? Are you...dead?”

I am. There was no regret, no anger, no bitterness in her voice. I died a while ago, actually. When you were just a teenager.

“I...I'm sorry! I couldn't protect you!” His soul flooded with sorrow as he tried to imagine how Mia died – was she killed, or was it an accident? Or could it have been a suicide?

His thoughts were interrupted by her gentle laugh. Everyone wants to protect me lately. Don't worry, Daryan. I thought you were very brave. You lived without a mother your whole life, and even suffered under your father's wrath quite a few times. Your best friend abandoned you, but you never gave up.

“I...I'm not as great as you think I am, Mia. I...I killed someone.” he confessed.

I know. She didn't sound surprised, or even disappointed. But I didn't come here to discuss that. I came to take you to Heaven with me, Daryan.

“H-Heaven? With you? Surely I don't deserve it...!”

You do, Daryan. Regardless of your past sins, you were loved by an angel. And that's enough for you to be forgiven.

For some reason beyond Daryan's comprehension, his soul began to overflow with a mixture of sadness and relief – something he had not let out for years. If he had a body, he knew he'd be crying.

Mia's presence surrounded him. Redemption, at last, little one.

When Daryan peered up at her, he could only see the young, angelic Mia who saved his life.

And he was simply the lonely little boy who had finally found his mother.

-THE END-

A couple notes here...
Mia and Dary are 13 years apart. Dary's roughly 9 in the beginning, so that makes Mia 22 (unless my math's fucked up?)
This was not intended to be a romantic pairing. Simply a mother/son kind.
Please don't ask me where this came from. My mind works in strange, crackish ways.

Bonus: Here's a sig I made based on the story~ Cuz I was bored...XP

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Last edited by tsukixkumori on Wed Jul 29, 2009 9:31 pm, edited 1 time in total.

I loved this cracky one shot. It had a good opening that hooked me in and the Mia/Daryan mother/son bonding was cute.

Wow, thanks Gholy! That means a lot. :D Especially since you're the only one who replied so far. XP

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I loved this! Course it helps that I love Daryan as well!

This is very different from other fanfiction that I've read! I hope to read more from you in the future!

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