Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto. But I currently have a desire to own a Tobi keychain.
A/N: I think the only way you can catch the massive parallels and irony in this story is if you know about Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo, three Shinto gods. Especially Susanoo. If you don't, get acquainted with Wikipedia. This is short too. Sorry.
Jissetsu 実説
"It's sad." The blond said in conclusion.
"It's just a myth," The pale boy sighed, "how can it be sad?"
"Because—Amaterasu and Tsukuyomi never speak to each other again or even look at each other, and Susanoo fell from the heavens."
"Susanoo came back." The pale boy reminded him, "But it's just a fairy tale. Something parents tell their little kids. It's stupid." He was beginning to regret relaying the story to the younger boy.
"It's not stupid. They were siblings—they shouldn't be like that to each other."
The pale boy's confident countenance faltered slightly. "It's a story," he insisted, "If Amaterasu wasn't so volatile..."
"Well maybe Susanoo shouldn't have been such a bastard!"
The pale boy rolled his eyes, "Whatever." He set the myth book on the table. He leaned back on his hands, a gesture that indicated the conversation was over.
"At least Susanoo apologized." The blond muttered, wanting the last word.
The pale boy only shook his head and neither noticed that the book was opened to the tale of Yamata no Orochi.