Chapter X
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"No."
Itachi narrowed his eyes at his brother.
"I wasn't asking." He snarled.
Kakashi sighed. "Are you insane? You want Mebuki's daughter as your bride? You remember she's my kid too, right?"
The silence stretched.
"Damn it, Itachi. Mebuki won't let her go without a fight. How many mortals do you think will die this time?"
Itachi sipped his wine slowly. "None. I am going to steal her. I just need a few moments of Mebuki away and I'll take her."
The God King rubbed a hand over his tired face. "You're asking me for a huge thing here, brother."
He growled. "I have never asked you for anything before this."
Kakashi stood up, abandoning his wine and stood at the edge of his balcony that overlooked much of the Olympus land. With the setting sun, he could see his servants rushing a round to light the lanterns.
"I can get you a few moments," he conceded, sounding eons older. "But not until after the gathering."
Itachi let out the breath he didn't realizing he was holding. "How much longer?"
A shrug. "A week or two? You know how they like to bicker among themselves."
Kakashi turned to leave the room, pausing at the oak wood door carved with his legacy. "Are you absolutely sure about this, Itachi?"
The God of the Dead closed his eyes, the image of her bright eyes in his mind. "Sure as Hell."
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