Hatred ever kills, love never dies.

Such is the vast difference between the two.

What is obtained by love is retained for all time.

What is obtained by hatred proves a burden in reality

for it increases hatred.

Mohandas K. Gandhi


Chaos. That was all that seemed to consume the earth. It was once a beautiful, majestic place, but that was far too long ago. Eros scanned the damned earth, looking for people to set his sights on. He had to be careful, however, Ares was roaming around there somewhere and knowing the god of war, a battle could break out at any moment.

Eros sighed to himself, flapping his wings softly and made a sharp turn to the right. There was nothing but trees for miles upon miles and when the trees broke it was only because of destruction from a previous battle. Eros hated coming down to earth, unlike his mother, he didn't see any hope for those still living there.

His home was much more pristine than this god forsaken place and he would do what ever he could to stay and do his job there. However, his mother had other plans for him. That morning she had sent him on an errand, believing that there were two people in a small village that were meant to be together. Why couldn't she just match make in their own home? This was Ares domain.

Eros shook his head to rid the thoughts, knowing that his beloved mother had consequences for when he didn't do his duty.

After about an hour of searching, he was about to give up. He didn't want to spend any more time in the Black Spear Forrest than necessary. To be honest, he would rather suffer his mothers consequences before he spent a night in this crap hole.

However, he figured it would be in his best interest to keep searching for at least another thirty minutes. But unbeknownst to him, someone had an eye locked on him.

"Ah, there you are. I thought I'd never find you," he thought to himself as he found the small village. It was smaller than he had anticipated, but on the good side, it would make his job easier in finding the actual people. As soon as he stepped to the sodden earth below, his wings retracted behind his white toga, leaving only his bow and arrow slung over his shoulders.

As he walked around the village, he couldn't help but notice the suffering that was taking place. What families that lived there were poor and could barely afford to feed themselves. Why would his mother want to bring together two people who were doomed to this fate?

With a shake of his head, Eros clenched the bridge of his nose and finally found the people he was looking for. He took his boy from his shoulders and grabbed two of his arrows. One aimed for the woman, the other aimed for the male. Both hit their target straight in the heart, though neither died. His arrows were never meant to kill, though. They were meant to bring people together.

In ancient times, people would curse his name, claiming that his arrow had hit the wrong person, or that he never hit his target in the first place. On the contrary, his aim was dead on. It was the people who were too stubborn to find the ones they were actually meant to be with.

With a smirk, Eros allowed his wings to flow freely before taking flight. But just as his foot left the ground, a piercing pain shot through his wing, causing him to fall through the air freely. The pain proved to be too much for him and as his vision was fading in and out, the last thing he saw was the god of war himself walking up to his body.


The doors to her private parlor were shot open in haste, causing the book that rested in the goddesses hands to fly out ungracefully. "My Lady! There has been an emergency!" With out hesitation, the woman gathered the skirts of her light blue chiffon dress and ran out of the room.

What had happened? Every one in her kingdom knew that she was not to be disturbed while in her private retreat. So if someone came in, yelling that there was an emergency, then she took it seriously.

The goddesses feet descended a flight of marble steps lightly and gracefully as they ran toward the council room. As soon as she had entered, she noticed someone was missing. Where was her son? Fear washed over her as the blood drained from her face.

"Sakura." At the sound of her name, the goddesses head shot towards one of her elders.

"What is it," she begged. "What has happened to my son?"

With a solemn look, the woman who had addressed her lowered her head. "I'm afraid Eros has been captured by Ares." Sakura shook her head, refusing to accept it. What would the god of war want with her son? What was he planning?

With out another word, Sakura burst out of the room, suddenly needing air and space to clear her thoughts. With blinding speed, the goddess made her way towards her bedroom, seeking the comfort of her balcony and the wind it brought.

As soon as she was leaning on the marble railings with the wind kissing her long pink locks, the goddess of love and beauty allowed a single tear to slide down her cheek. Her most prized possession had been taken from her, taken right from under her nose. Why did she send him on that stupid errand? Why could't she just allowed him to stay?

As she glanced down to the forest below, she couldn't help but feel the guilt that washed over her, the absolute grief that clutched her heart and made her ache. "Sasuke," she said softly, knowing that the god of destruction could hear her. "I want my son back, and I will get him back."


Chapter one done! I'm hoping you guys like it so tell me what you think, pleeaassee :)