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The throne he sat on was cold and hard, much like his heart. Eons ago he had carved it out of the very stone that the temple itself was made out of. It sat, the lone fixture in the expansive, and hollow room, save for the small viewing pool. The pool sat at a few feet from the base of the throne so he could watch the happenings of the world of the humans above. The water was a dark black like almost everything else in the room., and only showed the world above. There he could watch the puny mortals as they lived, sinned and died.
He sneered as he leaned his head on his hand, watching the pathetic creatures above. The gods had created these stupid beings and for what? What was the purpose of them? For the overruler, his once best friend , it was to make himself feel wanted. It was pathetic. And now here he was, imprisoned at his job while the other gods got to live in the heavens where it was bright and beautiful, while he sat in this cold prison of his life, sending the dead to their fates.
He watched as the current mortal he was keeping an eye on went about his daily life. The old man was at the end of his life and would soon join them in the underworld. There he would face his judgement and either be sent to the heavens above or stay in eternal hell. So far from what had been observed, the old man would be heading up. All the less responsibility for him and all the more responsibility for his brother, keeper of the heavens .
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With a flick of long, elegant fingers the pool wavered and the old man disappeared, only to show a new person. The new man was lanky, with a scar over his eye and a ridiculous looking beauty mark, but the thing that stood out the most was the fact he was no older than 30 or so but had a shock of silvery-white hair that stood up at absurd angles. It made the corner of the death god’s mouth quirk up in amusement, Once in a while he would find a human that intriegued him more than the rest. They would keep him amused for a couple weeks, sometimes even a couple months, but eventually he would bore of them.
This silver-haired man was currently sitting at a coffee shop with a steaming mug of black coffee and reading…was that porn? The smile on the god’s face broadened. Such an amusing man, reading inappropriate material in broad daylight. It even made him border on a laugh. The door of the coffee shop slammed open and the silver haired man turned to grimace as a loud blond boy burst into the shop yelling. “HEY KAKASHI SENSEI!”
Behind the blonde loudmouth strolled a broody looking teen with black hair and a very familiar face. The death god finally let out a peal of laughter which rang through the empty room. That dour looking teen was a descendant of his though very VERY distant. It was almost uncanny how much the youth looked like his younger brother. The god silently wondered if the boy had awoken the god’s eye yet. It was an inherent trait that humans descended from his blood inherited. When the blood was purer, almost every child could use it, but times had changed and bloodlines had sullied and now very few even knew of it’s existence. He turned his attention back to the scene at play.
The silver haired man, whose name he had gathered was Kakashi, gave a brief smile and waved at the boys. He let out a brief ‘Yo’ before his dark gaze looked at the door again as if he waited for another person to enter before turning to the two again.
“is Sakura not here?”
His descendant made what sounded like a ‘tch’ sound, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes, while the blonde came to sit next to Kakashi as he answered.
“yeah she had to find a parking spot so she droped us off at the front. She’ll be here in a bit.”
Kakashi nodded his head and set his porn down beside him out of the view of the younger men. He leaned forward, arms resting on his knees and a smile gracing his lips. His eye seemed to crinkle when he smiled, a sign of his age perhaps, or maybe just a sign he smiled often. The god would never have either of those problems. He did indeed smile and even laugh but it was so rare now a days. And of course he would always look the same age unless he wished to look different.
“How has life been in college?” the silver man asked the two pleasantly. The blonde boy lit up and began to chatter.
“Oh man Kakashi-sensei! It’s been absolutely amazing! Sasuke keeps telling me I need to shut up and study but there’s so much stuff to do! I’m even thinking of joining the….”
The blonde rattled on but the god’s attention, and apparently kakashi’s as well, was drawn away by the ring of the coffee shop’s bell. A pink haired girl rushed into the shop, looking around with wide green eyes before spotting Kakashi and the two boys. A smile grew on her petal pink lips as she hurried over.
The god exhaled shakily. When had he started holding his breath? The pink girl, assumingly named Sakura, which was very fitting, was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He leaned forward and grabbed his chest. His heart had fluttered. When was the last time that had happened? Obsidian orbs roamed the girl’s figure,taking her mortal beauty.
She was an average height for a girl, but that was the only thing that was average about her. She was feminine but strong with a lean yet defined figure. It looked like this mortal had trained years in some sport or other. Her skin was almost porcelain and it complimented her eyes and hair. Those brilliantly jade green orbs that sparkled with life and that short-cut rose-pink hair. Normaly he preffered his women with long flowing locks, but it seemed to work best on her. It showed her sporty side but at the same time the soft pink hue kept it from looking too boyish. But what made him even more entranced was the fact she was indeed mortal, she had flaws, a scar he saw on her hand, small breasts, a slight cut on her leg, yet all of that was beautiful too.
He had seen goddesses who couldn’t hold a candle to her and as her voice rang out, it only seemingly got better.
“Kakashi-Sensei! Good morning!”
Kakashi smiled as he saw the girl.
”ah Sakura-Chan! Good morning.”
At this point the god tuned the chatter out. Stunned, he leaned back in his throne and called out in a booming voice.
“OBITO”
The large intricately carved doors swung open almost immediately and a man in a eswirled, orange mask hurried in. He wore a black cloak with red clouds on it, the uniform of his disciples. He fell to one knee, pounding a fist on his chest.
:”yes Madara-sama?”
The god pointed to the pool where the girl still was in sight as he spoke.
“I want her. Bring her to me. I’ve found my mate…my queen. Send your best to fetch her.”
Obito knew exactly what Madara wanted him to do. He bowed his head in respect. No other words were needed, even a verbal consent. If Madara wanted. Madara would have.
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