His father's angry response to his outburst seemed only to confirm his fears. Shinigami hated him.
Under normal circumstances, Kidd would probably have never suspected that from his father, but the situation right now was far from normal. The pain on his behind, added to the scolding he'd recived and his self-deprecation, lead to the conclusion that the Reaper didn't want him as a son anymore. He didn't know if he could be disowned, but it seemed very likely.
Kid wasn't aware that he was exaggerating things again like he tended to do when he was nervous. It always took Liz and Patty a lot of yelling and cajoling to convince him that things were not as asymmetrical as they seemed when he was nervous during a battle. He just cried over his father's lap until he realized that the much older Shinigami had stopped.
"There, there... it's alright, Kiddo..." he cooed in the voice that had raised the white-striped shinigami since he was only a tuft of black shawl in Shinigami-sama's arms, left hand massaging at Kid's tense shoulderblades.
Staying his cries, but still hiccuping, he stole another glance at the Master of Shibuzen. Shingami had reverted to his previous manner. No matter what the situation, it always calmed Kidd to see the not-so-scary Death Mask, with the three fangs, cirlce nose and spiral eyes in perfect symmetry.
Tears still streaming down his face, he calmed down enough to steady his voice and ask the dreaded question.
"Do you h-hate me....father?"
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