In a place with no time and no location, a god leaned over and smiled at the tiny avatar in his palm. He could watch just by willing it, and now he watched one of his own.
"Ah, beloved son…" he murmured.
A sudden voice broke his godly solitude. "What's that?" asked his brother, ever raw and abrasive.
The first god, red as flame and warm as passion, welcomed his brother with a serene smile. "One of mine." He lifted his palm, so that his brother god could see.
"Aaaahhh, yes, I remember HIM," the second nodded, quick as water and blue like the tinge of breathless death on the lips. "He was very good. Would that I had gotten him."
"No, brother, this one is all mine. All that I am, he represents."
The second frowned. "He's much more impulsive."
"Well yes, but passion can be reckless."
"I can see that."
Together, they watched the representation of the tiny human.
Finally, the second asked, "Can I borrow him?"
With a sad smile, the first god shook his head. "I'm sorry. You might borrow one of the others if you like, but not this one."
The blue god shrugged. "That's fine." He rose, then hesitated. "We will go again, won't we?"
The red god assented with a nod. "In a few centuries."
"Fine!" With a flash of sapphire and dragon scales, Seiryu departed for locales unknown.
Suzaku smiled, his attention returning to the form of Tasuki in his hand. Fingers as fine as feathers curled around the image. "My true son," he whispered happily.
THE END
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