The Lucky Ones

Chapter One: Worried About His Love.

"When is he going to get home? I mean, I know he has to go fight Chara every once in a while. But she's strong. Like, REALLY strong. He said he would be fine. I have to trust that he'll be okay. I know he's the strongest being to ever live. But I've seen how much damage he's gotten. He's been cut up and damaged really badly. And he won't ever let me help. I just hope he knows that I love him with all of my heart.." I thought to myself.

"But I don't think he wants to come home..." Well, not home. My dorm at Harvard University in Massachusetts. We consider that home 'till I graduate.

I guess I should explain me and my life. My name's Tesla. Tesla Chan. I'm a wife, and a mother to two boys. (Both adopted on my side.) My husband, Sans, always fights these people that try to kill others. They murdered all of his friends in cold blood. That's why he fights them. But there's some moments when Sans misses everyone he's lost. Including his younger brother, Papyrus. (Paps for short.)

Sans had a baby with his ex-girlfriend a while back. His ex's name was Wizard. Wizard left for a while, and never came back. He said he doesn't miss her, because he says he's perfectly happy with being with me. Neither of us know what happened to her. Anyway... They named their baby boy Dark.

Now the other son, Austin, is a different story. He isn't related to either me or Sans by blood, but by law. He's a handful sometimes... He's a Saiyan, so he has anger issues. It's honestly very hard to help him sometimes, because he pushes me away, like Sans does. He's had multiple girlfriends. The only reason of why he's had so many relationships was because he kept on trying. All his girlfriends left him for no reason. None that we know of, at least.

Now for me. I'm the daughter of a man who is VERY important. In fact, my father is Light himself. He rules over all beings that are Light, and also my homeland. My homeland's name is Kinisha. My name really is Tesla Chan. But my Kinishan name is Salanta Eshtal. I'm up next to become Light. Originally, my older brother, Timal, was supposed to be Light. But he was killed when he was four years old by a man named Nileta. Nileta is Evil Darkness himself. Killing Timal, he made me the next in line for the throne.

When I was fifteen years old, I was turned into a Demon. I was originally an Angel, and am now. But not then. Hishoka, Nileta's son, bit my arm when I was walking home from school one day. He ripped part of my arm out, and replaced my blood with his own, making me a Demon.

My father then banished me from ever setting foot into Kinisha again. Now, I'm twenty-four years old. I was fifteen then. It's been nine years since I've been in Kinisha. My mom, Vikala, never really talked to me. My dad, Ciano, always had me training in the arena. When I made a mistake, he hit or whipped me. And whenever I did my pull-ups, I did them on thin steam-pipes, callousing my hands.

There's many different magical places and important magical creatures. Sans is the strongest thing to live, and also is the strongest God to ever live. He's the God of Fire and Justice. Me? I'm the Goddess of Light. But I'm not NEARLY as strong as Sans, and most likely won't ever catch up to him in strength.

So we have Nileta, God of Evil Darkness. Sans, God of Fire and Justice. Salanta, (a.k.a. Tesla/me) Goddess of Light. Rita, Goddess of Wind. Tenak, God of Water. Etc. I'm not going to name all of the Gods, because there's way too many, and I'd lose track of myself.

Anyway... When I thought Sans might not want to come home, I meant that as I thought it. He's mad at me. It's because I'm not ready for a baby. He wants one, and I do too. But I'm definitely not ready like he is. He's a lot more brave than I am. I told him that I would give him a child, just not yet. I want him to be happy, but I can't yet.

I'm scared that he'll let Chara hurt him. He tends to let himself get hurt when he's in a bad mood.

I don't know how to help him. "Oh god, I wonder how the fight's going. I'm so nervous. I do but I don't want him to come home. I love him so damn much. But I don't want him to get mad. Well, more mad than he already is..."

I heard footsteps in my dorm's living room... Oh my lord, he came home!