You all watched Already dead, right? RIGHT? OK then it's safe for me to write! And again, I don't want to spoil any episode. This chapter contains some spoilers, so if you didn't, please enjoy the canon ep first, Ok? Btw, Kane here is 34 and Ciara is 32 in my AU. Okie. Let's get on!!!
//Kane's POV//
"Kane.. Please have mercy.. I'm sure we can work this ou-"
Bam.
~After AD~
"Kane!! We're supposed to take the crystal! Not destroy it! Without those, we can't properly fight the Nether King's armies!!"
"Plans changed, Ciara... We may be undead, but his magic could've killed us for good."
"That's not how magic works, Kane!!"
I pick up my golden pistol and reattach the socket. "Come on. Let's go home. We'll discuss this later." I also brush the dirt and soot off my outfit.
Ciara shrugs and carries my cleaver. "Whateve- Oww.."
I hear the cleaver drop from behind, making a huge clank on the enderstone floor. I turn around to see if she was okay, but no. Ciara grasped her stomach with a slight groan. She looked like she was going to faint right on the spot, so I help her up and give her a little piggyback ride on my bare back.
"K-Kanee.... Wh-what are you doing?" I could feel her chest thumping. She complained in a playful way.
"The sweetest move you'll ever experience from a gentleman. Now get some sleep."
"O-Okay.."
***
"Mommy!! Daddy!!!" Candy skittered over to us, with her stuffed piglin doll. But then, she tripped on a rock and fell on the grass, headfirst.
Oh no.. Please don't cry Please don't cry Please don't cry!!!
But the wailing never came. Candy just shook it off and straightened her red hoodie. What a bright child she is. Ciara laughed a bit at the sight while coughing, still taking effect from the blows that darn pillager king landed on her.
----- Slight flashback -----
Candy is our adoptive daughter. One cold, autumn day, Ciara and I went fishing together on a gondola.. no- a regular, wooden boat. There, we saw her fishing across the river bank in an open area in the forest. All by herself with a stick, a piece of vine, and an acorn.
"Aww, I love little kids!! She's so cute!" Ciara went all mushy gushy, which was not normal. It made the boat shake.
"I thought you hated little children? And stay still!!"
She gave me the 'shut up' look. After that I insta- closed my big mouth and didn't mutter a word. We anchored a few meters away from the child. Not wanting to make any shuddering noises, we tried not to step on any fallen twigs. As we crept, we got a closer look.
Her face was covered in dust, ashes, and bits of bark. She had a huge gash across her forehead extending to her eyebrow. She was relying on a thin, ragged coat with no mittens, scarf, or hat. The poor kid had no shoes or socks, too. She had a runny nose and sneezed constantly. Her toe was frozen to solid ice. She yawned and waited for the fish to take the acorn bait, but it never came.
"Wittle fwish! Wittle fwish! Yum, yum, yummy, in your tum, tum, tummy!" She crystal sapphire eyes welled up with tears, "Yummy.. Mommy... Where are you? I miss you... Achoo." The little girl sighed as she took another acorn from a squished, metal can.
"Psst, Kane..?" she gestured over to the girl.
We gently tapped on her fragile shoulder. "Hello.."
The child jumped, "Mommy! Is it you..? Oh, you're not my mommy! Wait, Mr. Oink will save me!"
"Your mommy?"
She hugged her stuffed pig tight. "Wut's that?" she leaned her ear over to the doll's mouth. "Mr. Oink says, nu." she crossed her arms and pretended to be angry. We could only see her back because her facade faced the other way.
Ciara took off her jacket and wrapped it around her. The child lightened up and put on the hood attached to the jacket.
"Ooh, she good lady, Mr. Oink!" she squealed and kissed her pig.
Ciara usually never gets emotional, but I guess she made an exception then. She wiped the dust off her cheek and asked, "Baby.. Tell me, where is your mommy?"
She stopped smooching her pig and scratched her chin to think before answering, "Mommy.. She was a nice old woman. Evwy morning, she had sharp thwing and drew lines on head. She gavwe me lots of gwape juice said, 'liqu-' swomething.. So I'm kinda dizzy..."
Ciara's face turned to sweet, concerned, to shock.
The baby continued as if it was nothing to her. She giggled, "Mr. Oink my only fwend. Mommy put me in a bag and let me go swimming in strong water!" Wait, WHAT?! My expression scrunched up. Do they have any morals at all?! Abandoning one of god's creations?! Her face suddenly hardened, "Bwut.. She never came back.. At least I have Mr. Oinks!! Say hewo!" her joyfulness returned as she raised her pig and wiggled his little finger. "Hewo! Hewo!"
We were both speechless. I saw tears on Ciara's blue eyes. She grabbed my hand. She nodded to herself, then turned to the young orphan, taking off the hoodie hat and zipping the zipper on her coat, "Dear child.. What's your name..?"
The child again, thought before responding, "Fool, Brat, Sissy, moron, bitc-"
"Stop it, Stop it.." Ciara let go of the kid and leaned on me. She was sobbing, literally sobbing into her hand for the first time. I stayed quiet, just let her rest her head on my shoulder to calm down. Even I, who didn't usually shed a single tear, have to admit that what happened to her was a tragic mishap.
"Wut's wong? Wy you sad? Be happy!" she giggled, swinging her friend in the air.
I was pretty impressed by her positive mindset. Oh, you innocent child. How far adults have to be so egocentric and morbid. How can she be born for being isolated forever. How far is her miserable life is going to go..
When Ciara stopped crying and looked up to me, we already made a decision by telepathy. I rubbed her back and kissed her on the cheek. She pulled away and went to make something. I watched her go, knowing what she had in mind. Then I knelt over to the singing toddler. She stopped merrymaking and raised her blood-dried eyebrow. "Wut?"
I held her hand. "You know this is a dangerous world, right?"
She nodded. "I knu, but I hope I make fwends! Then Mr. Oink would be happy, too!"
I couldn't help but feel parental empathy towards her. Her pureheartedness reminded me of when I was around her age.. My parents never really took care of me, either. I was like a ghost in a rag house. I was always invisible to them. This hazel-eyed girl, she has many years left to live for. And yet her beginning was worse than my childhood. I would protest about having a child if usual, but that day, there was this urge deep down in my heart to be her trustworthy father, forever.
Ciara came back after awhile, with a handmade wooden necklace. It was beautiful. Decorated with miniature balls of wild cherries, I smiled, reminding me of the time Ciara made the same tree bark necklace for me with my name carved on when we first met.
She nuzzled her cheeks and slung the necklace around her neck. The letters in brown said, 'Candy'.
"Candy. It suits her." I say.
"Come with us, Candy." she said, offering her arms for a hug.
"Yay!!!! Sugar!!"
-----Flashback ends-----
I tried to help Ciara walk, which she couldn't. But she smiled, glad to see our precious munchkin again.
"Sweetie.." she tried to hide her wound, not wanting to let the baby see it.
I kissed her on the nose. "See you, love." she barely had the strength, but she managed to kiss me back. A few Netherbane members, Dark, and Chosen helped her to the potion room where we heal the injured.
Candy froze in her tracks. "Where are they taking mommy?" She glanced over to my... abs.. Six packs..
"Why are you not wweing shirt? Whe is cwystal?" she pointed.
I chuckled and lifted her off the ground, placing her legs around my shoulder and my neck. She clapped and kept ruffling my hair with her pig. She pulled some of my hair and it seemed to me that she was stuck in her own world of imagination, only this time I was a horse.
"Owowow!! Candy!!" she only laughed harder because she loves annoying people. "Come on, pumpkin pie. Let's get changed."
"Aftwe that we go to park! PARK!!" she chanted.
"Ok, you got it!"
I ran at full speed up to mine and Ciara's room.
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Hmm... What should I write next?
1) Ceris x Stella (mother/ daughter)
2) Git on with the Abigail thing (It's gonna be a bit short tho)
3) Ceris x Lance (srsly I can't wait to write this but I think we should give it a breather...)
4) Daryll stuff
5) More Alan Becker stuff