Summery: AU in which Sawada Tsunayoshi and Hibari Kyoya have somehow become Gods.
Musings upon the Shoulders of the Atlas
They sat upon their thrones and gazed outwards across the world. It died and lived and burned and froze and the two (Brothers perhaps, sometimes sisters, sometimes friends, and always enemies.) had watched it rise from the ashes a million times previous and would watch it a million times again.
"Ah," the first said, eyes like smoke and mouth speaking in not but riddles, "'Twould seem that they have fallen again, trapped once more in the great beyond."
"But of course," remarked the other, eyes glimmering with the light of the universe, chaos and law warring in their blood and spilling upon the residents of the world, "Nothing does not have an end."
The first smiled, lips spreading outwards far beyond the limits of what might be called human, "But all ends are simply a new beginning. Death is not but the next chapter. You know this as well as I."
The other did know of what the first spoke. (They remembered their younger days, when they had gallivanted across the world, leaving not but confusion in their wake. They remembered the days they once spent upon the surface of the world, suffering as all humans do.) But that life mattered not. The clock had rung and they had breathed their last and now here they were, sat upon the stone that anchored the world to the ever turning cogs of the universe.
No. Nothing mattered at all in the face of time ever turning.