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Shara, The Shadow Mother.
"Awake so soon my child?" Shara said as she stepped into the room her usual clothing replaced with a bathrobe of sanguine with golden trim. "Little boys need their rest and mother knows best... isn't that right dear?" She tilted her head slightly so her silvery hair shifted and shimmered like a waterfall of platinum over her dark skin. "You must have felt so alone... when you had that horrible dream. I believe you said it had Shinigami's and people who turned into weapons... is that what is bothering you?" She shook her head moving towards Death the Kidd. "Don't worry it isn't real and I'll stave off the nightmares." Her voice was silk and lullibies playing on the ears with a slight sensation of seduction but more on the ends of motherly love and acceptance. Their was no deciet in her words... sense of malice... only the unconditional love and attention of a mother. "What would you like for breakfast? Oh... and your father is on another bussiness trip." She shook her head disapointed at the said father.