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I laughed so hard, because… because I looked up "Fujin and Raijin" on the Naruto Wiki and. And. Oh my Kami. You should see what they look like. It's… I can't explain it in words.

I'VE NEVER WRITTEN KISSING BEFORE, OTHER THAN THE PRESSING OF THE LIPS, ASDFGHJKL

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WARNING: AU! Completely AU! The looks of the Gods are taken from the Wikipedia article "Fūjin" and "Raijin". (To see for yourself, Google "Fujin and Raijin Gods".)

Schematic: Ahem. I don't… I don't like the pairing Sasuke/Sakura, (because I don't really like their characters) but, I needed to use them for this story. Ha.

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Schematic
Prompt by: KumoNoHito
Fujin and Raijin (Did you know that they are always together?)
Reincarnation
Kakashi and Naruto are reincarnated into Gods

Raijin: God of Lightning – Kakashi
Fūjin: God of Wind – Naruto
Seichi: Water Demon – Sakura
Kōjin: God of Fire – Sasuke
Hachiman: God of War – Gai

Raijin stares at his near-transparent hands and sighs. He's sitting in his usual spot (near the Big Tree) and he's trying to soak up some sunlight. Sometimes, he has the feeling that his skin should be skin and not just the transparent imitation of it. The sun goes straight through him, casting no shadow. He's told a couple of his demon friends about his concerns, but he's been told that he's thinking too much of it, and that he's hallucinating. Perhaps he is. After all, all he's ever known is being the Lightning God. Sometimes, when it's difficult to get to sleep, he wonders about what his life had been like in a previous life.

He doesn't tell anyone about this, because he knows he'd be laughed at. More than he's being laughed at now, anyway.

"Raijin?" a soft voice asks, and he turns slightly. He looks up and a grin tugs at the edges of his lips. Standing there is Fūjin, the Wind God. The ever-so present bag of winds isn't on the other demon's shoulders and he practically looks naked. But that's probably how the other sees him, as well; his drums with his cherished tomoe symbol aren't with him today. "What're you doing, sitting out here by yourself?"

He shrugs, and his eyes are caught by the leopard skin draping over the demon's hips. He eyes it appreciatively, but decides against asking about it; it's probably some sort of cherished thing, like his tomoe is. The other God doesn't usually wear anything over his hips and it's a sight to see. "I'm just here to absorb some sunlight."

The black demon's red lips stretch into an amused grin and flops down next to him, legs crossed, and arms held behind him. "How can you absorb it?"

"Well, considering I have no shadow… I'm positive I'm absorbing it," he says and the other barks out a laugh.

"Sure you are," Fūjin replies, amused.

Raijin hums to himself and looks down at his hands. They're still transparent and in his mind's eye, he can see pale, human skin overlapping it. He startles slightly and the image is gone. He swallows and looks back up at Fūjin, who is watching him intently with a soft smile on his face.

"Don't you…" he clears his throat. "Don't you think we used to be someone else before?"

The red-head tilts his head. "What do you mean? Like… a human?"

He nods hesitantly in response. "I… sometimes I think my skin should've been actual skin."

Fūjin looks thoughtful and looks down at his black feet that only have three large toes, with sharp talons at the end. His left hand reaches up to tug at his red hair and he looks back at Raijin. "Sometimes, I think my hair should've been blonde. And… sometimes when I look at you, it's like there's something obscuring your face."

Raijin startles. "This is the first time someone's admitted to something about that around me," he says and, before he can continue or Fūjin can reply, the Gong lets out a piercing cry. The two look apologetically at each other and stand up.

Fūjin immediately takes off, and yells behind his shoulder, "I need to get my winds!"

"I need to get my drums!" he calls back. He's met with cheerful laughter and he runs to his temple.

His temple is dedicated to the Lightning Gods; Raijin is the fortieth and his younger brother (or his son) will be the next in line when he retires. When he's at the temple, goes to the gates where he usually keeps his drums – and finds them suspiciously absent.

"Dad!" he yells. "Where are my drums?!"

"Your brother is cleaning them!" his father yells back and Raijin stares confusedly at the temple.

What? Cleaning? My drums don't need to be cleaned!

"Little brother, where are my drums?!" he calls, and his younger brother floats over to him, his white skin shining in the sunlight. The boy, meekly, hands over his drums. He sighs. "Sorry for yelling at you, but it's urgent. The Gong has gone off."

His brother nods in understanding, hugs him quickly and runs off, back into the temple. Raijin shakes his head and heads over to the Gong.

Fūjin cracks a grin at his arrival and waves at him. "Glad you could make it, ghost-boy!"

"Demon-boy," he scowls back and the other God laughs. They're immediately silenced by the Gong man, who is glaring at them both with a prominent frown on his face.

"Great, you're both here, terrific," the man snaps. The horns on his head are flaring, and the two Gods decide unanimously not to piss of the man even more. "Get on with it."

"If you're sure," Raijin grins and leers at Fūjin's leopard skin clad hips. Fūjin only winks back and the man standing before them just mutters incoherently under his breath.

With a deep breath, Raijin opens his palms and places them on the drums. With a quick look at Fūjin, they both start. He bangs on his drums with a careful rhythm, while his fellow God opens the wind bag and takes out his wisps of wind. He clenches them tightly in his fists and then he twists in the spot, waving his arms out. With each beat of the drum, Fūjin carefully whips the wind to the ground.

"You have two hours," the Gong man says to them and leaves.

"Two hours?" Fūjin groans and as Raijin looks up, he swears the other demon should have three marks on each cheek like whiskers. He shakes his head to get rid of the image – because why the hell does Fūjin need whiskers – and focuses on the task at hand.

"Well, I can go for two hours straight," he grins. "You can't, can you?"

He's obviously taunting the other God, but he knows it'll yield results; it'll keep Fūjin on track and it won't distract Raijin.

"Of course I can!" the other replies, rising up to the bait.

Fūjin grins, flopping onto his back. They're back at Raijin's favourite hangout spot near the Big Tree and Raijin notices the other isn't wearing his leopard skin. He raises an eyebrow.

"So, what was with the leopard skin?" he asks. He's definitely curious; the other does everything he can to avoid clothes. It's like the other has a strange aversion to clothing. Not that he can really say anything about that; Raijin only wears green shorts. Really, it's not like he needs the damn piece of clothing – but his temple family insists he must.

The other grins and scratches the back of his neck, which was a sign of embarrassment. He knows other demons that can blush as a sign of embarrassment, but Fūjin isn't one of them; his skin is pitch black and shows no colour whatsoever. They're similar, in a way; he's transparent (so he can only reflect colours) and his friend doesn't have any colour, except for the red of his eyes, hair, lips and a strange tattoo on his lower stomach.

"My parents say I must wear the leopard skin because it's a sign of… of courtship," the God says and Raijin can tell the other is blushing; he just can't see it. "I don't know what a courtship is," the other continues with a confused look, "but that's what they want me to do."

"Then why aren't you wearing it now?" he asks, amused. Courtship, huh? So that means he's younger than me. Interesting. But if he's supposed to be wearing that cloth, why isn't he?

"I'm not wearing it?" Fūjin asks confused and looks down. "Oh. Well, maybe I forgot to put it on after the thunderstorm; I'm not used to wearing it when I'm doing it."

"Ah," makes sense. "Don't let anyone catch you without the leopard skin."

"Why not?"

"It means you want to court them," he answers and smiles at the other God. The other male looks at his hands which only have two fingers. His fists clench and unclench before he looks away.

"Even if I did want to court them," he says, still not looking at him, "I don't think they'd want to court me."

Raijin shakes his head. "They're idiots if they don't want to court you then, Fūjin."

The other looks back at him and smiles and it looks so gentle on his face. It's endearing and beautiful. He shakes his head to get rid of that thought, because his friend is maybe 2000 years younger than him. It's not uncommon for Gods or demons to get together (even with a wider age gap) but he doesn't feel comfortable thinking of his friend that way.

"Thanks Raijin," the other says and hugs him. He then sits a bit away from him and looks up at the sky, lying back. Raijin continues to sit there, looking down at the other God. "So if I want to court someone, I give them my leopard skin?"

He nods. "Of course; if they don't accept it, they don't want to be courted or they don't want to court you. If they want to court you, they accept your courting gift and they'll give you their own courting gift. For example, if you give me your leopard skin, I'll give you my ankle bands."

"An-ankle bands?!" the other splutters and sits up to stare at Raijin's ankles. "I don't see any!"

Raijin shrugs in response. "Maa… they are. They're just hidden."

Fūjin pouts next to him. "I…I think I might give my courting gift to… to Seichi. She… she's a good demon to court, I think."

Raijin freezes. He's already… but… "Mou, Fūjin-chan," he says, pouting at him, "you're going to leave me?" he starts to mock cry and looks away, shaking his shoulders for affect. He then wails. A hand pats his back mock-consolingly.

"There there, Raijin, I'll invite you to the wedding," he chuckles, and Raijin's heart breaks a little.

Raijin hides crouching in the bushes, scowling unattractively. His friend, Fūjin, is standing in front of Seichi, a blue-skinned demon that has pink hair. Her pink lips are pulled back into a small smile, and he thinks Fūjin doesn't have to work much to get her to agree to court him. He leans his elbow on his knee and puts his chin in his palm. She'll never say no to him. He's a God. You can't get much higher in ranks than that. He watches as Fūjin scratches the back of his neck, and he knows. He knows this is when the other will present his courting gift to her.

He's right; the other God carefully takes off his leopard skin and hands it over to her, who takes it with a confused expression. He sees his friend's mouth moving, which means he's explaining it to her. Her face clears, but then a scowl is painted on and the courting gift is shoved into the other God's chest. Raijin scowls even more heavily and moves out of the bush to get closer to the conversation, hiding behind a tree this time.

He completely ignores his mind telling him that it's wrong to stalk people.

"Seichi-chan?" Fūjin asks, and there's a desperate quality to it. Raijin clenches his fists at the tone.

"I'm sorry Fūjin," she replies softly. Her blue-skinned, four-fingered hand comes up to touch his cheek, but he flinches back. Her hand falls limply at her side. "You're a good friend. But, I'm already courting someone else."

Fūjin flinches at the admission. "K-Kōjin?" he mutters weakly and gets a sad smile in return.

"It's taken me five years to get him to think about it," she replies and, instantly, Raijin feels both sorry for her. Five years? Sure, it's not a long time for us… but for a demon…

"Oh… uh, congratulations?" Fūjin asks and offers a bright smile. He receives a hug in response. "I didn't know… sorry. When did he finally decide to… you know?"

She lets go and giggles at him. "Oh, just a week ago. It was all so romantic…"

Raijin grimaces and decides he's had enough of listening in on them. He really doesn't want to know anything more about it than he has to. He was only curious for Fūjin's sake after all.

Raijin sits on Hachiman's bed, staring at his transparent hands. He looks up at Hachiman's entry, who has a white dove sitting on his shoulder, affectionately nipping at his shoulder. The man smiles at him warmly, showing off his shiny, carnivorous teeth.

"Nice to see you, Raijin," the man says and gives him a thumbs up. Raijin could swear, in that moment, that the man was wearing a green piece of clothing pulled tight across his body, but then he blinks and the image is gone. Which he's thankful for, because he really, really doesn't like that image. "What brings you here?"

"I… have found someone to court," he whispers hesitantly, looking down, "but I don't think… I will be courted back."

Hachiman frowns (and Raijin knows the man's frowning because there's a frowning presence) and sits next to him. The bed dips and Raijin bumps into the other man slightly. He doesn't mind, so he doesn't move away.

"This isn't like you, my friend," the War God says slowly, and puts his hand on his shoulder. "You should use your usual stubbornness for this. If they hesitate, keep on pestering. It means they have thought of it, but are undecided on whether they should do it, either because they don't know you enough or not enough."

Raijin sighs. "Hachiman. I don't believe that will work with… him."

"Him? Hm," Hachiman mutters thoughtfully, and the dove usually on the other man's shoulder flits to Raijin's hands and nuzzles into them. Raijin smiles slightly down at the bird and pats the thing with his thumb. "Does he have an aversion to same sex couplings? It's very rare that there are anyone with an aversion – everyone doesn't have a set gender…"

"No, no," Raijin shakes his head and looks up at Hachiman, who has kind, onyx eyes. Hachiman's nose twitches slightly, and he wonders what's bothering the other man now; his nose only ever does that when there's something bothering him. "He doesn't have an aversion to it, but I think… perhaps he has an aversion to me."

Hachiman hums thoughtfully. "Perhaps you should just ask. There's no harm in asking to court them."

Raijin glares at him. "It's Fūjin."

The other man's eyes widen. "Oh. I thought. Oh," he says, and his eyes widen even more. "Well, then the only harm to come of it is he rejects your courtship." He grins slightly at Raijin. "You'll still be friends."

Raijin stares at his friend sceptically. "You're sure."

"Positive."

"You're absolutely sure."

"Yes." A sharp whistle comes from outside, and Hachiman's head whips around, his pointed ears twitching. "It seems I'm needed to grant some prayers." He stands up and whistles.

"Go then," he mutters and looks down at the dove in his hand. It looks up at him, winks and flies off to land on the other man's shoulder. The man grins at the bird and then at him.

"Think about what I've said," he says as he leaves, leaving Raijin with his unwelcome thoughts and doubts. He sighs and flops onto his back on the bed.

Great.

Traditionally, the younger God or demon is supposed to present their courting gift to the older God or demon they wish to court. However, Raijin has never been one for traditions, neither are most of the other Gods his age. So, when he hands his ankle bands over to Fūjin, he immediately receives some scowls and odd looks. He doesn't care about them, though; the only reaction he wants to see is from Fūjin and no one else.

"I wish to court you," he says, and the other looks at him with wide eyes, looking down at the ankle bands held loosely in his hands. "I want to know, however, if you wish to court me in return."

The other God swallows nervously. "I – I don't know," he stutters meekly and shrinks away from him. "You're – you're my best friend!" he shrieks. "How am I supposed to just accept this?! Have you always felt this way about me? Why didn't you tell me about Seichi-chan?!"

Raijin swallows, raising his hands before him in surrender. "I didn't always feel this way about you," maybe that's a lie, maybe I've always felt this way about him, "and I didn't know about Seichi-san. Fūjin… you don't have to accept it, but… I would like you to at least think about it."

Fūjin flexes his fingers over the ankle bands and sighs, handing them back to Raijin. Raijin's heart breaks a little, but he smiles in response anyway.

"I… I'll think about it," the other says slowly, and Raijin's heart speeds up. Hope blossoms in his chest. "But. But you'll have to take care of your courting gift. I want to exchange if…" he hesitates, "when," he amends, "I accept."

Raijin smiles softly, takes his ankle bands off of Fūjin and, before the other can react, he kisses the other's forehead. He quickly turns and bolts and shriek reaches his ears. He knows, as he runs away, that he probably has a goofy grin on his face. But he can't help it. His courtship is being thought about by the person he cares about. I have to tell Hachiman!

He clutches his head, the Gong sounding loud in his room, reverberating around his skull. It hurts – it hurts a lot, which means whatever he's needed for, has to be beyond important. He struggles to stand from where he'd fallen, and once he's standing, he blearily looks around him. The Gong sounds again, and it nearly splits his head open. He stumbles as he walks out of his room, and he notices a lot of other Gods outside clutching their heads in pain as well. There are a lot of Gods outside, and he even spots Hachiman amongst them.

He sidles up to the other God, holding his head. The other is grimacing, but is showing no other outward sign that it bothers him. Perhaps he's used to pain. He is the God of War, after all…

"What's going on?" he slurs.

"There seems to be a great war down there," he says, pointing downwards. He grimaces again when the Gong sounds and some Gods around them shriek in pain. "I've only ever witnessed this once before, but that was when I was a child."

"There are so many Gods out here," he points out softly.

Hachiman chuckles darkly. "Yes. That is because more than one major thing is happening down below. Every God is needed to help or fix the problem."

"How long will this last for?"

Hachiman shrugs. "It can go for weeks, months, years. It depends on the war down below. But, the Gong will cease soon, once everyone needed is present."

The War going on below lasted for several months, and in those months, everyone was pushed to their limits. But, once it ceases, there's many sighs of relief. They don't immediately start to celebrate and party for all of the hard work that had been done because of how hard some of them had worked.

Everyone, after the war below, slept for three weeks to gather their strength back.

Raijin wakes up, and startles when he feels a warm presence lying beside him. He hesitantly touches the being next to him, and is rewarded with a slight hiss. A head pops up and stares down at him, and Raijin only response is to swallow, because Fūjin had been the one lying beside him.

"What're you doing here?" he hisses, and the other God looks guilty.

"I couldn't sleep," the other says. "You're… you help me sleep. Plus, I wanted to… I wanted to…"

Raijin sighs. "Whatever you wanted to do, we can do it later. We need more sleep."

A few days later, Raijin sits in the clearing near the Big Tree, with Fūjin next to him. The other continues to fiddle with his fingers, and he wonders what's on the other's mind. He can only guess, but guessing only gets so far.

"What do you want, Fūjin?"

"Remember how we had this conversation about being someone else?" he asks, and Raijin looks up from the other's hands to his face, who looks hesitant.

"Yes," he replies slowly.

"Well…" he fidgets. "I think… I think my name was Naruto in a previous life."

Raijin startles and barks out a laugh. "You… fishcake…" he laughs, looking away. He can tell, even without looking at the other God, that he's pouting.

"Well, it's better than yours, scarecrow," the other hisses.

"Scare-scarecrow?!" he gasps. "Me? A scarecrow?!"

"Well, you are pretty lanky…"

"Oi!"

"Well, you are… and you're transparent…"

Raijin mutters under his breath and continues to stare at the other, who is suddenly looking at his lap. He tilts his head, wondering what the other is up to now. The other hesitantly looks back up at him and takes in a deep breath. He stands up and motions for Raijin to do the same. He does so, staring curiously at him.

"I asked my parents about courtship," the other starts slowly, and Raijin freezes. "They said that it was tradition for the younger person to start off the courtship, so…" he gently pulls off the leopard skin off of his hips and puts it into Raijin's hands. "So… I thought… since I want you and me to court each other…"

Raijin grins, leans down and takes off his ankle bands. He hands them over to the other, and Fūjin sighs explosively.

"If I'd known you'd agree if you were exhausted, then I should've tried something else," he leers, and he knows the other is blushing.

Fūjin clears his throat, leans forward, and presses his lips to his. Raijin wraps his arms around the other's waist in response, dropping the leopard skin to the ground. His ankle bands follow suit, and Fūjin's fingers bury themselves in Raijin's silvery hair. Raijin opens his mouth and nips at Fūjin's bottom lip and Fūjin immediately gasps. He pushes his tongue inside the Fūjin's mouth and the other plunges his tongue into his and their tongues battle. He hums in the back of his throat, pleased.

They need air and they pull back from each other, leaning their foreheads together.

Fūjin grins, panting slightly. "That was fun."

"I can think of other fun things," he leers in response and they both laugh breathlessly.

Fūjin then brings him into another kiss and he complies; he can't deny anything from his little God, after all.

Schematic: This one ran away with me a bit. Oops. UGH, I GOT 3,000 WORDS INTO THE DAMN STORY AND FOUND OUT THAT RAIJIN AND FUJIN ARE "DEPICTED AS AN ONI". (On one Wikipedia article, it doesn't say that they look like Oni's, and on another one (with lists of the Gods/deities of Japan) says they look like Oni's.) TOO LATE TO FIX IT.

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thegreatstepheenie; Hope
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