(A/N: Hi everybody! This will be a collection of short stories about the life of Chibiterasu in the celestial plain (if you didn't already know that from the summary hahaha…) It will probably be obvious later on but all the gods are in human form for the majority of this story. Anyways, please enjoy this first chapter!)
The palace was oddly large compared to everything else in the town. It gleamed and sparkled in the sunlight, the white marble glinting in the afternoon rays. A little boy carrying a bundle of scrolls ran happily up the steps, his white-and-red hakama flying out behind him. His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm as he entered the building and ran up a large staircase to his room, almost tripping over a few servants in the process.
"Sorry! My bad! Excuse me!" he chanted as he sped across the hallway. One of the other younger gods frowned at him as he ran past, muttering "watch where you're going" as they sidestepped away.
Soon the young god had entered his room. He ran across the tiny space towards a small table at the end of the room beside a window. He liked to sit on the table and look out the window sometimes, but since he had a hard time sitting still he usually ran off not even a minute sooner than he had sat down. Otherwise, he barely used it for anything and had planned on giving it to one of Yomigami's sons.
Kneeling down beside it, he laid the scrolls on top of the table and opened one up. It was completely blank. A grin crossed his face as he grabbed the piece of string that held his hair into a ponytail and untied it. His hair was longer than it would have been if he was mortal, but he wasn't, and he needed it to draw. He moved his hand to the end of his hair and took it towards the scroll. Making sure it was inked enough, he began to write on the blank paper.
Hiya! My name's Chibiterasu, but I make everybody call me Chibi 'cause my name is too long. I'm writing in these scrolls because Mr. Waka told me about how people document things in scrolls. I wanted to document my life too, or at least a few years since I live forever and the Celestial Plain would be, like, COVERED in scrolls if I documented every single year of my life. I don't have anything to say right now but I kinda wanted to give a little introduction instead of just coming home tomorrow and writing out of the blue. Not that anybody would be surprised because I don't think anybody would be reading this, but I guess I wouldn't really mind if somebody was since people are supposed to read scrolls. I'm starting to ramble a little so I guess I'll close up today's entry but hopefully I can write something pretty soon.
-Chibi
He sighed and sat backwards to admire his work. His handwriting was rather sloppy, and his mother always scolded him about that. It's not my fault if my writing isn't as nice as hers, he had thought as he had trudged away from the sun goddess that evening, fists clenched and teeth gritted in frustration. Closing his eyes tightly, Chibi almost fell asleep. His friends had worn him out, which didn't happen often (it was normally the reverse). Yawning, he forced himself up, turned away from the table and dragged his feet over to his futon. He spread out his arms before he slowly let himself fall onto the soft bedding, burying his face in the mat and falling asleep nearly immediately, snoring softly as he drifted off.
(A/N: Thanks for reading! Please rate and review and feel free to leave some constructive criticism since I know I have a lot to work on!)
