Hide and Seek

*Blinks and grins sheepishly* wow, you guys inspired me with all your reviews so in record time here is the next chapter in my installment…a thanks goes out to all the people who sent in reviews your basically the reason that this chapter got out so fast. Also some of my spelling mistakes were because the daughter was speaking. Since she is only two almost three she can't talk properly if this is not what your talking about when you say that my spelling is bad correct me please, otherwise thanks for the input you all!!!!!!!!!!!

Also the reason she left will be explained later in the story *evil grin* so if you want to find out read on and reviews always help *snickers to self about shameless exploiting*

"Um sweetie" Hilde mutters softly "Mommy can't get you one of those"

"Why not?" she questions her violet eyes wide with confusion "See ookie" she says pulling her mother into the toy section and pointing at the miniature Deathsycthe.

A hard knot was making its way into her stomach threatening to overcome her with its intensity "We'll see sweetie" she says softly before pulling her daughter gently away from the offending sight…'Duo will you ever stop haunting me?'

"Okay" she says practically skipping down the isles "Lookie mommy" she says pointing at the boxes of mac and cheese "Its in the shapes of da undams can we get one?"

"Sure if you want one" she says slowly blinking back the tears that suddenly threatened to spill down her face

"Goodie" she exclaims clapping her hands while a huge grin spreads across her face "I uve da cartoon its so NEATO"

"Neato? Young lady where have you been learning these words?" Shaking her head in amusement at her daughters new vocabulary.

"Mark says it ALL the time" frowning she looks up "Is it a" looking around she whispers softy "A no no word mommy?"

"No sweaty it's not a no no word"

"Good cause I don’t want a spwankin" she says her face serious "It hurts"

Smiling at the check out lady she shakes her head, while paying the bill. Taking her daughters hand she starts the short walk that would lead them to their apartments.

"Mommy why do you look so sad?"

"Mmm…oh Sweetie its grown up stuff" she says softly sighing at her daughters observation, she was to good at reading her.

"Then well then you should find a guy"

"Oh really? Why should I get a guy then? MMM little match maker"

"That is what Mrs. Whatorth says…cause guys are the winning things in a life…." Looking up at her Mommy she frowns "Whats a match waker?"

"A match maker sweet heart is a person who always tries to set people up with other people"

"Oh like Mrs. Whatorth she is always talking bout how I should have a daddy…. Cause I am a little ruffian who has to have more control…Mommy whats a ruffian"

"Someone who acts like you do sweetie" Hilde says laughing. Once again dropping the bad of groceries on the counter she smiles at her daughter while getting out the stuff that she needs to make the meal

"What do I do?" her eyes wide with curiosity she cocks her head to one side in confusion "I am an angel…."

"You, Sweetie, die cats blue, pick prized roses and eat to many cookies" Hilde says shaking her head in amusement "And have horns just pocking out of that halo" 'Just like your father. Dang it Hilde stop thinking about him…he is gone forever never to return…accept that'

"Nu hu…." She retorts "The at fell off the tables and into my bowls of blue stuff, dying its self and da roses not prizes, they had no pretty old stuff on dem do dey?" looking up with questioning eyes she frowns "Do dey mommy?"

"No sweetie dey don't" she answers biting back the laughter that threatened to spill over her in waves of hysterics.

"Oh well den they aren't prises are de?"

Placing a plate of 'mac and cheese' in front of her daughter she grins "Just because you can't see the prizes doesn't mean there not there sweetheart…now eat…"

" Mmmkay mommy" she says before lifting her spoon with both hands and putting the biggest bite of mac and cheese she could manage into her mouth "MMM…good mommy" she says smiling around her food

"Don’t talk with you mouth full sweetie"

"Why?"

"Because its not polite"

"Wafs polite?"

"Its how you're supposed to act when around other people sweetheart"

"Like manfers?"

"Manners? Yes sweetie that is what it is"

"Oh" taking another bite she nods her head, this time swallowing it before speaking "Oh, cause Mrs. Whatorth says I need those…she says a lot of stuff Mommy…do I have to listen to it ALL the time?"

"Yes Sweetie"

"But Mommy she goes on and on about her hufband and how you need one…Mommy what a hufband?"

Blinking she fights down the urg to kick and scream and then go and kill Mrs. Whatworth…her and her infernal prattle had brought on the question that she was not ready to deal with yet. She was the wife of the God of death, or had been anyway, survived two wars, and her first meeting with Chang Wufei. And she would not let a little question, or an annoying woman, keep her from being able to talk to her precious daughter…. Or for that reason…. Not answer the question.

"A husband, sweetie, is a man who a woman marries because they're in love"

"Oh do you have a hufband?" she asks her eyes going wide "And are they like daddy's?"

"I used to" she replies fighting down the hard knot of emotions that she had repressed for so long. And she would KEEP them down right were they belonged. "And yes, husbands usually are the daddies of the children."

"Why don’t you now?"

"Because it didn't work"

"Why didn't it work? Did you say a no no word and den leave?"

"Something like that" she responds

"Oh…you shouldn’t say no no words mommy" the precious little girl says her eyes wide "They will get you a spwankin" smiling at her mommy she looks at her plate "I done" she pronounces

"Do you want some more or are you full" she questions the tiny little girl

"Me full" looking around she leans over and whispers "Do I hafta take a bath?"

"Yes sweetie you have sand in your hair"

Looking horrified she tries to squirm out of her high chair "Mommy I no want to take a bath I took one last night"

Snuggling up with a freshly scrubbed baby smelling of honey and lilacs Hilde had decided was the best medicine for any heart…much less a troubled one. "What book do you want me to read tonight?" she questions the little girl.

"Um diss one" she says picking up a book with a princess who was riding a dragon with a knight in the background.

"Mmmkay" she says opening the book "Once apon a time"

Looking up the little girl frowns "Mommy why do all my books start wife once apon da time?"

"Because all good stories start with once apon a time, sweetie"

"Oh" she says "But Marks stories don’t start with once apon da time and his are good"

"That is because he doesn't have the right books"

"OH" blinking she frowns "Can we get him a book that starts wife once apon da time den?"

"We shall see"

"Oh" turning her attention back to the book she nods "Read pleawse"

"Okay sweetie" tucking the toddler firmly into place next to her she smiles "There lived a Princess"

"Mommy are there any princess alive today?"

Stretching her arms she smiles at the tiny toddler fast asleep, since she had been paying close attention she knew exactly when the tiny tot had drifted off into the land of dreams. Setting the book down she gently picks her up as to not wake her. Padding slowly across the room she sighs as she gently places the young girl into her bed.

"Mommy?" she says stirring slightly her voice heavy with sleep.

"Yes sweetie?"

"You didn't finish the story." Blinking sleepily up at her the little angel frowns. "How did it end?"

"The knight rescued the princess and they went back to castle and lived happily ever after" she answers smiling at the little girl

"Oh dat is good" she mumbles before heading back into her dream world. Smiling at the innocent baby sleeping soundly before her she sighs. She was so much like him sometimes it hurt, but she had chosen this path and no matter what short of an intervention from whatever forces that had declared she must run. She was not going to go back, nothing could change her mind. She would raise this precious angel that she had carried for 9 months and 3 days, this angel who she had given birth to and would never under any circumstance lose for any reason. This tiny angel untouched by war was her only hope in this grime world, and pain, nope she was now her only reason for living and she would fight to hold on to her.

Waking up the next morning she frowns furious thoughts of horror leaping to her throat she was late, that was until she remembered that is was Saturday and that she was allowed to sleep on this particular day of the week. Getting up she throws on her oversized terry robe and heads for the kitchen. It was to early her mind was screaming loudly in protest, but she was up so she might as well get up. Hearing a soft knock at the door she sighs.

"Oh great" she mutters to herself heading for the door…"It's probably Mrs. Whatworth with some new slight that she just remembered Marcail had done." Throwing on her glasses groans before opening the lock. Another rap hit the door alerting her towards the person behind the door's impatience "Hand on I am coming" Shaking her head she mumbles under her breath "Dang woman doesn't know when to leave a soul alone."

Swinging the door open wide she stops dead at the sight that greated her…. Standing there was the last person she had ever wanted to see…. At least that was what she was telling herself. For they're standing with her face to face was Duo Maxwell, and he did NOT look happy.

"Hello Hilde, long time no see"

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