Kiss Me, Kill Me... RRB X PPG.. By Dark Angel 91398...

Buttercup: Um.. ._.ll The title?

Blossom: Yeah, that's not worrisome at all..

Bubbles: I am scared now! **Hides behind couch**

Me: Calm down! Silence! All shall be explained.. Disclaim or die, Ruffs!

RRB: Die.

Me: Fine! Death or cake!

RRB: :D Cake!

PPG: -_-ll Dark Angel 91398 doesn't own Saliva, Daredevil, Spiderman, our counterparts, or us. She does own Blade, Bomber, Blood, and Angel though they're probably not going to be in this story. Do not steal the idea or else.

Chapter One: The Making of Death's Three..

"The dead cannot be reborn. The dead will never be one with the Mother Earth they had once known. Forever, they are lost, and forever, they will rest in peace. Eternity is their clock, soil their bed, and the dark their world.."

Lord Death chuckled to himself, watching a funeral take part from the sanctity of the shadows with the people grim and the three caskets rested safely under the ground with a decoration on each.

A particularly hairy man, arms large and furry with black hair, bit his lip and a slender, pale woman with fashionably long, tangled locks clung to him with sobs. Both dressed in black and held flowers in their clenched fists.

The wind picked up speed and the man's purple-white striped hat flickered back slightly, his cape of importance wavering in the wind.

A sadistic smirk spread on the entity's face, recognizing both of the distressed parents immediately. The group of mourners were dissolving in the strengthening wind as Lord Death's reddening claws waved in a pattern, but the parents stayed, much to his disdain.

Those two lovers had betrayed him in ancient times, long before this funeral, and the anger burned in his soul brightly like a fire in the darkest woods of the village in the dead of a midnight winter.

The weather continued to grow into a horrible storm, but yet the two refused Death the respect to budge from where they were rooted.

Lord Death's lips curled into a snarling sneer of pure fury and he revealed himself to the treacherous duo.

"Master Deception, Mistress Seduction." Lord Death snarled angrily as he leapt from the shadows to in front of the two. "Or should I say Mojo and Sedusa?"

"Lord Death.. Or, as the other mortals call you, Him, You know we don't use those titles anymore." the black-haired man scolded sternly with his green eyes staring at the graves as if Lord Death wasn't there.

"Oh, that's right. Because you two betrayed me!" the clawed man snapped irritably as he tapped a black, thigh-high booted foot.

"You killed someone of our ranks, Him! Were we to stand aside, to allow you to slaughter our colleagues, to murder all who you despised, to-to-?!" Mojo demanded as the rain poured.

"It was for the cause I believed in. If Lord Negligence would have been a tad more open towards me and my beliefs.." Him stated firmly.

"All to move up in the group?" Sedusa scoffed, lifting her head to glare at the former with angry red eyes and abandoned tears. "He was our friend!"

"Pish-posh! He was a nuisance! And why would you dare abandon your titles?!" he sneered.

"We wanted normal lives." Mojo snarled, his teeth fanged and bright white.

"We didn't want to be immortal and be the cause of grief everywhere." Sedusa argued bitterly with clenched fists.

"And this is the price you pay: You watch the things you created die." Him jeered, gesturing to the grave behind him.

"Take it back." Mojo growled as Sedusa took in a sharp gasp.

"Make me. Oh, wait! I forgot! You disowned your powers!" Him scoffed with scorn radiating from every pore of his body.

"Must you make life so hard? We just lost our little boys.." Sedusa snapped angrily, her eyes starting to tear up.

"That is obvious, isn't it?" he snickered coldly with dark eyes. "You're all in black, you're crying, and there are three little graves in front of you. A bit of a dead giveaway."

"S-shut up!" Mojo snarled. "Be quiet!"

"Of course.. I pity you.." Him smirked. "And that's why.. Today, you leave as well."

The two mourners blinked, Sedusa from her tears and Mojo from his glowering, and Lord Death grinned evilly as he reached out with an open red claw for the traitors.

The world of the former Master Deception and Mistress Seduction went a bright red before black, the last words gasped being the names of their deceased boys.

Lord Death watched the black blood of his former comrades shimmer before evaporating into the air and the bodies disintegrate into dust that blew in the wind. The way all immortals disappeared, bid the earthly world a final farewell.

"Goodbye.. Old friends.." the life-snatcher sighed as the dust swirled in the wind. "It's a shame.. We fell apart over one thing.."

The quiet enveloped Him and he couldn't indulging in the thought of his old comrades wrecking havoc with him.

How lonely was his life after all? His immortal friends, they were longing to become mortal or were mortal.

Lord Death's eyes wandered to the tiny graves and realization hit him as he slowly approached the petite graves. His eyes scanned the obituaries encrypted on the headstones and his thoughts churned about like stones in an avalanche.

One day, his reign would have to end and a new lord of demise would have control of the domain.

This was knowledge that Lord Death had embraced and known since the day he had been demoted.

There were people who had wanted Lord Death gone since the beginning of time and some would attempt it one day. Who rule with an iron fist, know exactly how to control?

Unless.. Unless he had a heir... Or maybe.. Three of them.

Lord Death had control of whether one was to leave life's atmosphere or not and the thoughts stirred about in his mind rapidly until he found himself kneeling on the middle grave.

"So.. Your name is..?" Lord Death asked to no one in particular.

The name "Brick Arias Jojo" was carved deep in the stone and a red baseball cap had rested on the top on the headstone.

Lord Death gently touched the ground with a claw, swirling the earth.

"Brick, huh? What a short little life you've had.." he sighed deeply.

Lord Death looked at the other two graves, read the names aloud, and twisted the dirt of each grave. The man brushed back a stray lock of black hair and stood, brushing dirt from his knees.

"What long lives you can have.."

Lord Death grinned widely as his plan brewed in the dark corners of his brain and he laughed.

The darkness in the boiling, bubbling cauldron swirled in spins on the shimmering surface of the deep poisonous iridescent liquid as Lord Death stirred the concoction with a pure silver rod.

"Just a few more ingredients.." Lord Death murmured as he tugged a few strands of coal black from his head. "All it needs is a few more things.. Dew from a moonlit meadow, black blood from an immortal, wolf's bane, dragon scales, phoenix feathers; check."

Lord Death twirled the brew around and watched the colors fade into red, then green, next blue, and finally a deep purple. With a large burst that splatter the floor slightly, the man smirked and dipped a claw into the pot.

The brew was a mixture of an icy, snowy temperature and a fiery, blistering lava heat that caused Lord Death to cackle. He yanked the appendage out and dipped a ladle into the soup.

Lord Death meticulously carried the spoon over to where three children laid, looking as if they were in a comatose. He gently examined the first boy, Brick.

Brick's flaming red hair was short, bangs fringed and covering the upper half of his eyes. Strangely enough, there were no marks of a violent death or signs of sickness on the boy's apricot-colored skin.

The youngster was donned in a red shirt with black frill and black pants, his feet covered in black boots, but this did nothing to contrast against the look of slumber.

Lord Death warily pressed his hopes against the floor and sprinkled a bit over the child's head. An eager silence filled the air and Lord Death squashed all hopes of the solution working; after all, this was a little boy who had been away for quite a while.

After moments passed, Lord Death sighed as he shook his head sadly and turned to empty the brewing kettle. The brew was either not strong enough or was completely incompetent of making the boys-.

"Errm.. Ugh.." a voice groaned, full of pain. "I-It hurts.. Mama.."

Lord Death spun around and saw the redhead writhing in what was apparently hurt, his tiny hands clutching his stomach desperately. Excitement stirred in the immortal and he sped over to the child's side.

"Brick?" Lord Death asked quietly. "Brick, are you okay?"

Brick ignored the questioner and let out a growling noise as if the hurt had cut through him terribly. The child twisted, his back arching, as he squirmed.

Lord Death held back a grin and filled two more spoonfuls before observing the other two children who were still unrevised. He brushed back Brick's hair soothingly as he noted what he saw.

The second child, a boy named Butch Maxton Jojo with bowl-like hair as black as the midnight sky when the stars and moon died away, didn't have a scratch on his body but did have a prominent cowlick.

His fists were clamped together on his chest and his outfit was similar to Brick's though in green. A look of annoyance and calm was written on the boy's unconscious face.

The last boy was named Boomer Cameren Jojo and had hair as blond as gold. Like the others, there were no indications the boys had passed violently or in sickness.

His hair flowed to both sides of his head into two little, upward curves and two tiny hairs stuck out from the top of his head where his part was.

Lord Death bit his lip, pondering whether this was a good idea or bad, and decided to bring the children back from their dark and heavy slumber. Brick would need his brothers after all; all would rule the kingdom as equals.

The entity splashed the liquid over the other boys' heads and waited patiently, ruffling the redhead's hair to allay the boy before he could do anything else. The whimpers and snarls of pain filled the room shortly.

"I-I.. I-I feel s-so sick, M-Ma.." Boomer cried, his closed eyes scrunching together. "Make it stop.."

"M-Make it stop!" Butch roared angrily, his form tossing and turning much more furiously than his brothers.

"Wake up, boys. Wake and talk to.." Lord Death began.

What would these kids call him? Him? Lord Death? Seeing how the boys were orphaned, Lord Death sighed and gave into the first name that had almost slipped from his tongue.

"Wake up and talk to your dad." Lord Death commanded as his claw caressed each boy's hair.

Brick's eyes were the first to open and Lord Death blinked in shock.

When he had imagined the redhead's eyes, he had seen the color of hazel or green. The boy's eyes were neither; they were a blood-red color like a ruby and shimmered like one.

"D-Dad?" Brick frowned, sitting up and trembling.

"Yes?" the man smiled.

Brick contemplated the words spoken and frowned as he couldn't recall anything. Was this person serious or kidding? All Brick knew was he had two brothers, they were all triplets, and he was confused.

The child looked around before seeing his brothers shaking and he rattled the blond roughly.

"Boomer. Boomer. Boomer!" Brick whined. "Get up and get Butch."

"B-But.. What about D-Dad?" Boomer moaned, opening an ocean blue eye to peek at his brother.

Boomer forced his body up weakly and nearly collapsed, his mind spinning. He grabbed onto Brick and clung to him, shaking. Brick sighed and gingerly pushed the other boy off.

Lord Death found the two irresistible; they were absolutely perfect as heirs to the underworld. No one would suspect such innocent looking boys to be the causes of death and demise!

"Butch, wake up." Lord Death demanded, approaching the final kid. "I know your awakening is painful, but if you get up, I'll give you something."

"Not interested." Butch growled, his voice rough with agony. "I don't care."

"Butch.." the elder sighed.

"Get up." Brick instructed firmly. "Now. Or else, stupid."

Butch let out a moan, forcing his form up from the cramped position it had been in before, and glared at Brick with deep forest green eyes. Evidently, the child hated authority.

Lord Death's smirk grew as he realized how well suited the three were to be his sons and to be the next in line. Perfection of the first degree.

"Good boys." Lord Death praised. "Now.. What titles to dub you..?"

The boys blinked and Brick faintly remembered a different man, one with green eyes like Butch's and thick black hair.

Lord Death, however, did not realize this as he thought of the little creatures in front of him.

Yes, the boys would need training. Yes, they would need more of the brew until they were strong enough to be able to overcome the shove of life back to death. But..

The heirs to the Darkworlds would be the death and misery of all who dare stood on the side of allowing both light and darkness in the world.

The boys were alive and nothing would ever be the same in the world again.

~End of Chapter!~