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May struggles with losing her 'mom', June struggles with being thought of as a clone. It's a little scary, to say in the least.
But things get better over time. Especially when they have the right people to help them. (Takes place in the few months after the finale)
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June's never going to regret coming along for this trip instead of staying back in dusty ol' McDuck Manor.
She's learnt a few things on this trip too:
One, Donald and Daisy are really, really nice, and Daisy thinks May can pursue fashion designing someday. Also, dancing should be compulsory because it’s fun even if May and Uncle Donald hate it.
Two, denim overalls are amazing . She’s going to fill her entire closet with denim overalls when she grows up, and she already told Donald so no one can say they didn't know beforehand.
(May likes frocks and tracksuits though, which is a little sad because otherwise they could have worn matching denim overalls and confused everyone every single day.)
Three, she wants to be an eggetarian because hurting animals for food is mean. Anyhow, she and May find out hamburgers are overrated, so she doesn’t have to worry about wanting to eat meat anymore.
Four, May still calls Heron ‘mom’, and gets really insecure whenever someone mentions her.
(Maybe it's fair that she has her own set of insecurities. June wakes up every so often with a nightmare that she’s going to turn into Webby and she’s just a clone, a copy of an existent person.)
Five, Donald has like fifty million unofficial kids and he’s going to protect them all, and the boys will always hold a special place in his heart. But May and June hold a special place in his heart too now, and it’s so exciting she might squeal.
Six, ovens are very hot and they can burn your hand, so it's always better to operate it with an older person around (like May!) in case you're making breakfast for everyone in the houseboat.
Seven, she's been having the sudden urge to call Daisy and Donald ‘mom’ and ‘dad’ for a while, but May won’t like it and this is really weird and how will that change everyth-
“June!” May comes running up to her, cheeks flushed and eyes bright. “You’ve got to see the art exhibit, come on!” And June is dragged away, her thoughts being paused for later.
“So what do you see in this painting?” May asks excitedly.
“A… uhh- purple penguin?”
“I- you know what, at least that’s better than Uncle Donald’s guess.”
“It does look like a purple whale from an angle,” Donald huffs, and Daisy laughs.
“Yeah, and the world is ending,” she says sarcastically, and then pats him gently on the shoulder. “The aquarium is that way, so you and June can go there. May, come with me.”
“Yessir!” June giggles, and Donald takes her to the aquarium with a fond roll of his eyes.
“Aunt Daisy? Where are we going?” May says as soon as the other two have left.
“We’re going to the designer’s section. You’ll have to hold my hand though; it’s easy to get lost there.” And as serious as Daisy’s trying to be, May notices the way she is trying not to look excited about this too. So May’s already dragging her there before Daisy can protest.
It’s a large room, and Daisy’s right; it’s very crowded. The fabrics there are beautiful, however, and it gives them a little space to breathe.
May tries to suggest ideas on what could improve some of the fabrics while they’re walking through an aisle. Daisy’s highly impressed, but then she says that ‘glitter isn’t always a skin-safe or durable material’, and May pouts.
“But it’ll look pretty!”
“Pretty isn’t everything, you know. Now let’s go there, we’ll get you something new to wear.”
And that’s how they spend forty-five minutes deciding on a frock and a tracksuit, debating on the comfort, colours and textures. Donald and June catch up to them in between, and they’re bored to death by their conversation.
“But can’t you make cooler clothes at home?” June whines as she leans against a rack. (‘Home’ means the houseboat as of now. A rush of pride surges through the adults.)
“Well, not always,” Daisy says, “Sometimes exhibitions have more ‘cooler’ clothes, and that gives you more ideas.”
June doesn’t seem to agree, and grumpily makes her way to the small couch Donald is seated on.
May grins at them.
They finally decide on the tracksuit, and June sighs in relief. ‘Flappy Bird’ is one video game that gets boring after a while, she figures, and Donald’s already holding onto the girl’s hand, leading her to the billing counter.
May and Daisy are close behind them, still unsure of their final decision.
June rolls her eyes at them.
And then she hears the ‘ka ching!’ of the cash register, a noise that always interests her, and she watches the bill print with awe. May lightly hits her on the head as if to tease her.
“Just this tracksuit?” the cashier says at last, and Donald nods, because he is done with clothes shopping for a few days. “Which of your daughters is it for?”
And that’s how the four of them go blank. Daisy laughs nervously. “Actually-”
“It’s for my sister,” June pipes in suddenly, “I hate clothes shopping, but my- uh- mom and sister love it. Typical girl stuff, you know?” Daisy and Donald seem to regain their sanity, and the cashier laughs at June's explanation.
“I used to be like you, kiddo,” she says, “But then I needed to find a job to pay my college tuitions, and clothes shopping centres were my best bet. Here’s the receipt! Thank you for visiting the annual exhibition!”
They pay the money, and the cashier gets to keep the change. May still hasn’t recovered.
.
“You called Aunt Daisy mom!” May yells the moment Donald and Daisy are out of hearing range. June ducks her head. “So you’re just replacing her?” ( ‘Her’ is Black Heron, no doubt.)
June wants to lie and say it was to keep the cashier off their backs. But no, a part of her actually wanted to do that. “Daisy’s been more of a mom than Heron ever was, May.”
May’s angry and upset. June doesn’t say anything else.
And then May’s about to attack June, and June’s about to block her fist when Daisy and Donald rush into the scene, pulling them apart before they start a fight.
May flinches away from Daisy at once.
“You’re not my mom!” she shouts, running away in a fit of tears. Surprisingly, Daisy manages to hide the fact that deep down, that hurt , and Donald sends her a look of worry. Daisy shrugs it off.
“You attend to her first, I’ll get May,” she says instead, and Donald’s left to take care of a sobbing June.
Maybe he should have attended to May, considering his experience, Daisy thinks. But then this is her problem, and she has never backed down from handling a person before. After all, this isn’t impossible, right?
Daisy finds May at the other end of the park, curled up with her head buried in her knees, and why it suddenly feels impossible, she doesn’t know.
“Hey,” she says softly. May doesn’t respond.
“Look, if it makes you feel better, I was just as- you know- confused as you were when June said that. And honestly? I don’t know how to handle kids either, so you can still call me Aunt Daisy. I don’t have to replace your mother.”
She’s met with silence again, and she sighs.
“You do realise I can’t read your mind, right? I- I don’t know what’s going on in there.”
There’s a silence again, and Daisy is about to get up and call Donald when she hears the girl sniff. “But I want to be able to call you ‘mom’ like June can," May mumbles, and Daisy almost misses it because it’s hardly audible. "She- She’s been calling you and Uncle Donald mom and dad in her sleep, like it’s so easy.”
Daisy’s eyes widen, because June has been what? May continues speaking before she can say anything. “But it feels so sudden, you know? Our mom just got wiped away from existence.”
“You’re allowed to feel confused, May,” Daisy says comfortingly, “June’s been struggling over the change too.”
“She’s been having nightmares over the misconception that clones turn into their original owner," May adds, "And neither of us are or will be Webby anymore, but she still cries over it.”
“Exactly. You know something? Donald and I were arguing about how to try to solve your problems around a month ago- I mean, Donald said you’ll get better over a period of time if you both talk it out. And if you tell us something, we'll get more clarity and can try to help."
The girl looks up at her in surprise. "Wait, wait, wait- You and Uncle Donald argue?"
"Of course? But that's not the point - so, I’m assuming you keep seeing Heron in your nightmares?”
May nods. Because every few days, she sees her mom falling into the Solego circuit again, a smirk on Heron’s face even as she disappears. Daisy looks like she’s trying to find the best way to approach the issue, and May appreciates it.
“Would you like a hug?”
May shakes her head, and Daisy understands. “Then come along, June and Donald are waiting for us. And I’m sorry for making you feel like I'm replacing your mom.”
“You’re not,” May says firmly, “Mo- Heron wasn’t even that great of a mother, now that I think about it. It- It’s just a lot to adjust to. Maybe in the future?”
“Maybe,” Daisy says, “and whatever you’re feeling? That’s okay. I don’t think any of us are really ready yet for big steps anyhow.”
And so, May slips her hand into hers as they walk to the other end of the park, and somehow, things feel a little clearer. The silence isn’t awkward now, and they catch up to the other two pretty soon.
June’s sleeping against Donald’s arm when they find them, and the adults wave at each other. He actually does act like their parent, May thinks.
She makes a mental note to apologise to her sister later.
Is everything okay now? Donald mouths, and Daisy makes a so-and-so motion of her hand. He nods at her in understanding, because things like this don't get resolved so easily.
But they're trying their best, and that's what matters.
There'll be complications on the way, May thinks as they climb onto the houseboat. Especially because Donald and Daisy aren't actually settled or married yet, and they both have jobs to attend to.
But then she realises, she and her sister fit here better. A small family of four, being themselves.
Huey had once asked Donald if she and June were replacing him and his brothers. If they were being replaced because they weren't good enough, or because they made him feel like he wasn't good enough. May vaguely remembers Donald's answer, that no, all of you are great, and I'm going to be coming back soon. No one is getting replaced.
They're all his kids, after all- no matter how many mistakes they make, or how many times they almost strangle each other.
He loves them all equally, and both she and June know that they can never replace the boys. And the boys can't replace them either. And if Donald is reminded of one kid because of another, it's not because 'hey, you’re going to live in their shadow,' but more because of course sometimes they'll act like one another.
The boys get the first priority in terms of being raised by him. And suddenly, it dawns upon May. Because she and June can be his and Daisy's first priority in a different way.
In the future, of course, when the boys stop being weary around them, and Webby becomes less protective and believes they can handle themselves without accidentally touching something they didn't know was not supposed to be touched.
When they'll be accepted as a part of the group for real, and not because they've been cloned into the family.
She runs a hand through June's hair, messy and unkempt after the trip, and she smiles.
.
Because that's her sister, and someday? That might be their mom and dad.
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he didn’t even need to hit him with the car; he absolutely had the resources to have him covertly assassinated or held indefinitely without trial.
the latter would have been interesting, in that if Light was taken without warning his amnesia storyline could not have gone according to keikaku lmao but
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oh yeah L didn’t even need to take a risk to obliterate Light, that would have been the safe and in fact sane option; he died because playing the game by the arbitrarily made up rules was more fun, and he literally valued that more than life or victory, and i think that’s very delightfully deranged of him
