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Quick note: Okay so, this is not my best stuff, it took me 3 weeks to write, but god damn it I'm proud of it. Nonetheless it is based on Greek Mythology pretty heavily too, however, that does not mean all of this is accurate.
Warnings: Unbeta'd as usual.
Twas a long time ago that Olympus was blessed with the sun's grace. The very Gods were doubtful that they would ever see the light again. For their King, the High God Hashirama was in continual mourning with the loss of his son to thieves from the underworld, his temperament had become a very test to the bravest Gods and Goddesses. His very glare froze the ground he stared upon, thunder was a tribulation to his thoughts, lightning lit the sky with his pain, the rain poured, neverending with his sorrow. Although they attempted to placate the grieving King no one came out successful. As such it had been this way, years upon years, nearly a hundred now, and while the mortal realm had been blessed with good weather Olympus was in no such luck. Many a God had set themselves the task of finding the stolen child, man now, they knew.
The underworld had never been blessed with such fortune, as they had for the last hundred years. The very hidden Gods were in joyous spirits from their benevolent Rulers. Their King a man who had been a ruthless and cold for years endless until he had been blessed with an infatuation with a young beauty born of the Underworld. The God's of the underworld had rejoiced at the union, for who would have thought their cruel Ruler of Death would have found himself enchanted by the beauty that was the kindest soul the underworld had ever held place to.
He was a sun within the dank caverns, a song echoing and slicing through the pained screams of the damned, a kindness in a place of pain and sorrow. He was love in the face of death himself.
However, the turmoil and light that had beheld the Gods of Olympus and the Underworld was about to be broken and fractured, for something unforeseen had changed.
The smell of ripe pomegranate was rich at this time of day, as constant as the cycle of the sun. The many God's and Goddesses outside smiled at the constant for it represented their newfound happiness and content for the past hundred years. As it was the Queen of the underworld burning incense for once more, as he did every day at high sun. As such it had become ritual for all the given God's of the underground to gather to talk and meet at high sun. On occasion, the Prince's would join them in their festivity. However uncommon that was.
Within the palace walls the Queen himself, was busy, not of anything of great importance, however, in his mind it was something of a relaxation, something his ever tense husband needed more of. Together they sat on rugs of fur, while the Queen Naruto brushed his husband's ever mused hair by the fire. Little sighs of contentment from the Lord of the Underworld did echo throughout the halls on occasion alongside the soft humming from his husband.
"You're very tense today my love, has something stirred to cause you such grief?" The Queen spoke in his gentle rasp and concerned tone. The man leaning upon his lap sighed wearily and rose from his comforted place.
"It is Olympus, they never cease to accuse me with false accusations." The Queen frowned at this his pale lips losing their smile, and a grim line of irritation befell him, he was not a God born of Olympus nor was he considered worthy of their meetings because of his minimal role in the Underworld, hence he harbored no compassion for Olympus itself. That, was of course discluding what they put his husband through with their cruel and unjust words. It had only gotten worse throughout the years and hence his agitation towards the so called 'holy-God's' grew ever fast.
"Surely their anger has not grown?" His husband gave a deep snort at the question his eyes narrowed in disdain at the very thought of his former family, as they always did. Naruto nearly laughed at the sight, however, with the stifled mood he dared not, there was a time and place.
"Grown, exponentially. They still believe me to be a thief. Of what I am unsure, they simply accuse me." 'How ungracious! Do they not consider how he suffers?!' The now angry Queen thought to himself an anger burning for the sake of his husband. While never having met the Gods of Olympus himself, he had spoken to many God's throughout the Underground of their behavior, one such God having been Shisui; his son's best friend in all respects, who had called them conceited, which was enough for him to harbor a dislike for them. However, it was their bias towards Madara and their people that drove him to anger within the privacy of his chambers.
"Well, I've had quite enough of their behavior towards you, indeed towards all of us, and I intend to put a stop to it!" He spoke plainly, not leaving so much as a hint of his anger hidden. Madara regarded him with both a look of amusement and to his embarrassment, lust.
"Have I ever told you are the most desirable when your anger is as righteous as your beauty?" Barely spearing his husband a glance he turned and reached a hand out to the table, his clawed fingernails grasping the forbidden fruit lying within the golden horn grasping an apple, even as his husband's hand grasped his, and he felt kisses being placed softly upon his near translucent skin. Careful he brought the apple before his face as to gaze into the crimson shine it held. Then, he crushed it with his one hand, the sweet juices flowing fast and down his arm, the fruit of the apple turning brown quickly with exposure to the air.
"Come my sons." He spoke harshly, slightly impatient, eager to begin his play upon the God's who disparaged the people of his realm for simply being born in the Underworld and not Olympus, he had every intention to prove his people's worth now. Quickly there rose two columns of fire as his two son's appeared in the dining room, unsure of their Mother's motive. His eldest, Itachi, regarded him with a smile, and a pleasant aura, while his youngest Sasuke gave him a glare that harbored much suspicion.
"Mother, for what do you summon us?" Itachi spoke kindly his eyes compassionate as they rested on his parents familiar embrace.
"Indeed, you never ask for our presence at high sun." Sasuke added, voice plain while his eyes sparkled with a fire that made Naruto frown at his son's distrust.
"My son's I am sure you have heard the falsities that the Olympians are spouting in your Father's name?" They both gave a brief nod.
"Well, my son's I have a plan to deal with such accusations. Hashirama has irritated me enough for several millennia yet, and I have not yet been graced with his company. So, I intend to find what they have so foolishly lost and return it, henceforth clearing both my husbands name alongside our residents of the Underground. To do so, I will be bringing you alongside me to the mortal realm." His voice grew in volume as he spoke, and by the time he had finished his breath had nearly completely escaped him. His children looked to each other with stone faces of surprise as their Father wore. They of course, were very much their Father's children.
"How do you plan to accomplish this my love? The mortal's will know for sure you are not one of them." Madara spoke, skeptical at his husband's plan and sanity at this point. Both his son's looked towards their Father in silent agreement, concerned for their Mother.
"Do not doubt me, I assure you I do indeed know how to operate my own plans dear husband." Naruto spoke, aware that his family was staring at him as if he were mad, when in fact he was aware of what he was saying. He grabbed a fresh pomegranate from the table and twirled it slowly in his hand eyeing it carefully for any flaws in its skin.
"What do you have in mind Mother?" Sasuke added in, voicing his fellows thoughts, cautious of his Mother's bland tone of voice and venomous eyes.
"My fruit are made ensnare and corrupt souls so that they will lust for sin itself. So my family I ask you this, is there not a God of Harvest on Olympus? For if Minato doth rule the sky he stands dominion over the mortal realm, the fruit born there could turn one's body and soul mortal, which is why the mortals speak in fear of Olympus's fruit. You my sons will steal this fruit for me, and we shall walk upon the mortal soil." It was the youngest that showed an interest at his Mother's plan, always having been interested in the mortal realm. His brother noticed this with his keen eyes but held fast his words of caution, aware that opposing his younger was a dangerous game when not in the right setting.
Madara himself, only regarded his husband carefully, worry alongside intrigue present on his face.
Itachi stood rigid beside his brother, uncertain. It was not uncommon knowledge that their Mother tended to act out through emotions rather than thought, charging blindly forward without considering the risks. He knew not what to think about the current events, however, it was clear to him that regardless of his distaste for the mortal world he would have to go with his Mother and brother if only to make sure they did not do anything brash. His Father was fortunate, he reasoned, he did not have such a monumental task, as he would be required to stay in the Underworld with their absence.
"Do you know what they seek? Naruto, there is too little information, I know I cannot sway your mind, but please heed my words, there is far too much at stake for such an expedition. You are a Queen, my Queen, how ever will I cope should I lose you to the Styx? A mortal's life is fleeting, and death regards them with his eyes wide and ready, you know he would spare me no mercy should you fall by his hand. You would be lost." With eyes having softened from the impassioned speech, the Queen reached up a tender hand and caressed his husband's cheek, a soft glowing smile alit on his face. The King leaned into the touch and held the hand in place, a dark frown displaying his discontent, worry playing at his normally hard eyes.
"Oh my love, should this prove to be a fatal journey I will gladly do so to clear the name of our people once more, again, and again, until Olympus regards us with eyes unhindered by prejudice. If my life is a sacrifice necessary for equality I will freely give it to Indra myself. My conviction lays true, and I will not allow this prejudice to continue any longer. Should Indra reap my soul I will trust you and our son's to defend my cause." With such conviction present, the Ruler of Death did step away from his husband, swayed by his words in part, but not without grievance.
"Should Indra take you from me, I will do more than defend your honor to the Gods of Olympus. I will strike my pain into their very core, make them understand it was they who drove you to action, and hence drove me to madness." Crossing his arms over his chest, he spoke this with assurance, as he would a proclamation. Staring at his foolish Queen with something only lovers could name. In answer, Naruto brushed his lips upon his husband's cheek in comfort.
"That will not be necessary, as it will not come to pass." Now confident he had placated his husband the blond Queen turned to his sons. "Go, find us three perfect apple's from the first tree you find, and we will ascend to the mortal realm together." The King stayed silent as his son's left, his eyes regarding only his beautiful Queen who now looked determined at his choice, something Madara knew he could not interfere with, the control he held in such high regard slipping from him as he looked at his Queen's face, and he knew. All the power and control in the world would mean nothing if he could not see those blue eyes, so a like the sky, shine in joy.
The fruit was sweetened, much like the food of the Underworld, yet there was no doubt that it had been made by mortal hand and soil, for it tasted of sin and tragedy. As expected, for did a mortal's life carry anything else?
The Queen remained undisturbed, expected even for the near sour taste of the fruit as he ate. His sons wore twin looks of disgust and kept their eyes on the wine glasses sitting on the table before them. Madara regarded his children with great amusement, aware that the fruit must indeed taste horrid. The Queen finished his last bite and awaited the levitation that would take them to the mortal world.
"I love you Madara." He spoke to his husband just before he felt himself loose sight of the Underworld and a bright light encompassed his vision.