"Hi." = thoughts

"Hi." = talking

"Greetings." = Biju speaking

"Lightning Style: Lightning Bullet." = Jutsu

(-) = finishing to a new situation

Bye

The ripple of eternal, sweltering energy pulsated through Naruto's silky fingers. The Uzumaki stepped towards Aether's sealed bed-room door, his presence itself booming.

"Yo, dad! Open your door!"

Naruto immediately flicked a finger at the golden, twinkling gate. His yellow fluorescence dissolved Aether's chamber's room, the former chuckling.

"Come on, dad." Naruto cheekily murmured, evaporating the pulse of immutable energy inside his flesh. He scanned his personal-sector, humming. "I want the Ramen back..."

"Moron."

(-)

Sasuke flickered onto his apartment complex's roof-top. The Uchiha stepped over to his bed-room's balcony-railing, ignoring the almost sweltering presence echoing.

"Susanoo." Sasuke lackadaisically groused; unentertained, hooking his fedora onto a rack. The Uchiha sank into his glossy, satiny sofa, suspiring. "Something wrong?"

"Nephew." Susanoo casually riposted; chuckling. The deity snapped his fingers, summoning Murakumo-No-Tsurugi and his grass-cutter, their energy booming. "I call for your help!"

"Dramatic." The Uchiha humourlessly interrupted. Sasuke climbed back up to his pitiless, intimidating stature, tapping his Katana's scabbard, sighing. "Now, help?"

"Tsukuyomi's still hypnotized." Susanoo woefully vociferated, his falsetto cheeky, childish. He walked towards Sasuke's balcony, sapphire particles swallowing his flesh. "Come on."

"My mother." Sasuke acerbically retorted; unentertained, glancing over to Susanoo: who raised an unperturbed, puzzled eye-brow. "Could help you."

"Amaterasu's healing."

"Healing?" The Uchiha wanly interrogated; unconcerned, hooking his fedora back onto his head. Sasuke's spectral body rippled, his ebony shuddering into a dancing crimson. "Hm."

"Good! Now…" Susanoo care-freely chuckled. He clicked his fingers – while his blossoming, azure particles pirouetted; shivering. "Takamagahara!"

(-)

Susanoo and Sasuke both settled inside the former's glistering, twinkling throne-room. The Uchiha stepped over to the satiny, glossy chair, feeling its connatural power.

Sasuke granted the throne an unimpressed, blank once-over, scanning its energy-signature. He slipped his hands into his charcoal trousers' pockets, dispersing his crimson.

"You are my uncle." The Uchiha blandly groused, disregarding the rippling guards. Sasuke glanced towards a painting of Susanoo, suspiring. "Your ego is impressive."

"I would never work for Momoshiki, alien bastard." Susanoo childishly whined, shouldering his Grass-Cutter. He stepped into his palace's corridor, his purple gaze dancing. "Okay…"

The Shinto deity's eruptive, uncontrollable presence boomed, controlling his palace until summoning a shimmering, scintillating gate. "Now, for Tsukuyomi!"

Sasuke ignored his uncle's vociferations and chuckling, inspecting the deities and Yo-Kai of his pantheon's heaven. He shackled back his bitterness, sighing.

He remembered Itachi's interest for their mother's pantheon's sector. Sasuke trusted her – trusted Amaterasu to keep Itachi safe; yet still, he perished.

"He is a failure."

"Oh, mother, you love creating failures!"

Suspiring inwards, Sasuke and Susanoo strode into Tsukuyomi's palace. The latter tapped his shoe at the bed-room gate, chortling. "Time to wake!"

The Uchiha and his uncle both sauntered inside. Sasuke immediately gazed upon Tsukuyomi – and detected Momoshiki's hypnotic-distortion.

"A simple illusion." He dryly grouched; unimpressed. Sasuke's Sharingan pulsed, ravelling into the hallucination until feeling it dispersing. "Hm…"

Tsukuyomi immediately writhed inside Susanoo's binding tendrils of divine-energy. The former groaned, agony still rippling through his skull and flesh. "Susanoo and Sasuke?"

"Indeed!" Susanoo mockingly vociferated, his soprano guttural, throaty. He slipped the thermometer from Tsukuyomi's burnished, glossy lips, humming. "You okay?"

"I suppose." Tsukuyomi gently murmured, the paroxysm in his skull clanging. The deity leaned into his satiny pillows, feeling for his own power. "My strength is waning."

"Momoshiki drained some of your energy." Susanoo gravelly dismissed; unperturbed. He summoned a watery-clothe, heaving it onto Tsukuyomi's cheek. "It's restoring itself."

Huffing outwards, Sasuke blurred through Takamagahara's aerosphere. He settled atop another smooth, steep lane, detecting a pitiless and barbaric presence. "Hachiman."

"Amaterasu's kid." The Shinto deity of war sonorously grouched; approving. He stepped towards Sasuke, as the Uchiha's Rinnegan pulsed. "You still killing?"

"My business was dispelled." Sasuke wanly informed, his phantom-shape warping. He walked one foot forward – while the atmosphere contorted. "Heh…"

(-)

Leo and Charles both screwed in another flood of nails into the Sasuke-Obliterator's metal-fingers. The former hefted his screw-driver into its radio; elated.

"Oh, this is gonna be obliterating some monsters!" Leo vociferously chuckled, drilling in the screws. He tapped his signature tool, chortling. "What's Percy's prophecy?"

"I'm not sure." Charles gruffly riposted, his throaty, gentle baritone shuddering. He twirled his hammer, slipping it back inside the shelf. "Something of the destruction of society."

"Damn, this prophecy's gonna be fun!"

"If the destruction of society's fun, yep."

"Leo." Chiron antiquely interrupted, his hooves clanking atop the forge's sweltering concrete. The Centaur tapped his beard, glancing at the Sasuke-Obliterator. "Come."

"Okay!" Leo care-freely laughed; unperturbed. The demi-god hauled his screw-driver onto his table, stepping onto the steep, glossy path, humming. "What's up?! Mr. Long-legs!"

"Your father."

"Damn, dad's coming?" The demi-god blithely interrogated; unconcerned. Leo and Chiron strode inside the Big-House, the former clicking his remote's buttons. "Sick!"

"Indeed…"

(-)

Naruto flickered into Sasuke's Kitchen, snatching a plate of two burgers from his table. The Uzumaki ambled into the living-room, slouching into the satiny sofa.

"Dumbass." Sasuke blandly groused; unimpressed. The Uchiha flicked open his cabinets, heaving a bag of crisps from his cupboard, suspiring. "Stop robbing me."

"Nah." Naruto casually dismissed, hoisting one of the burgers into his glassy, cheeky lips. The Uzumaki leaned back into Sasuke's chair, chuckling. "You wanna come?"

"Where?"

"Somewhere, bastard." He cheekily retorted; laughing, his falsetto blithe, childish. Naruto snapped his fingers, summoning himself a chocolate milk-shake. "Hah…"

"You decide, moron." Sasuke blandly chuckled; humoured, yet still unentertained. He slipped into his spectre form, watching Naruto create a glistering, golden orb. "Hm."

"Okay, dad's palace!"

The orb instantly dissolved. Naruto and Sasuke both scattered into innumerable particles – until they toppled into the former's bed-room.

Sasuke immediately blurred into his physical shape, feeling his inner-energy rippling. The Uchiha slipped his hands into his pockets – as Naruto dispelled his chocolate smoothie.

"I still feel Izanami's mark of death." Naruto bewilderedly murmured; flummoxed. The Uzumaki scanned Sasuke's shoulder, detecting the pulseless-contortion. "Damn."

"It protects me from dying to divine forms." Sasuke wanly refuted, stepping through Aether's palace's sweltering corridor. He tapped his Katana's scabbard, suspiring. "Hm."

"Naruto."

"Yep?"

"Are you not concerned for Momoshiki?"

"Nope!" Naruto nonchalantly chortled; unperturbed. He sailed into the immutable, eternal path, garnering the etheric-energy, his irises complexions warping. "Sage-Mode!"

"You want to battle?"

"No."

The Uchiha stepped into another room inside the gargantuan palace. Naruto twirled a Shuriken – hurling it towards Sasuke: who parried the weapon. "A Shuriken?"

"We need some training." Naruto cheekily chuckled, his baritone easy-going, care-free. He summoned a Kunai, the weapon's material's energy itself echoing. "Minato's Kunai!"

"Minato?"

"Dad's mortal name."

"Hm, interesting." Sasuke lackadaisically grouched, coasting his finger through the satiny, gentle metal of the Kunai. He inspected its material, sighing. "Aether used Kunai?"

"Yep! He created them for me!" Naruto care-freely informed, swiping his Kunai over to Sasuke: who flicked it onto the sector's surface; unimpressed. "Good weapons, huh?"

"Certainly."

Naruto and Sasuke both disconnected another two Kunais from their scabbards, as they snapped into their own stances, the former's sapphire gaze dancing. "Okay!"

The Uchiha flipped onto Naruto's shoulder – as he slipped a Kunai into the latter's glossy cheek. Huffing inwards, Naruto pulsed his energy into the Kunai, chuckling. "Hm…"

The Uzumaki immediately backtracked. Sasuke collapsed from Naruto's shoulder, settling back onto the terrain, electricity boiling the Kunai's material. "Similar to a knife."

Naruto's golden energy rippled through his Kunai – and Sasuke's electrical-energy groaned into his own weapon, the duo's power itself booming.

"Okay, enough." Aether flippantly grouched, evaporating Naruto's and Sasuke's capering energy. He dissolved the Kunai[s], sighing. "Naruto, no weapons in the palace."

"Yep." Naruto facetiously murmured, his baritone frivolous, unperturbed. The Uzumaki summoned another, sweltering orb, him and Sasuke scattering. "See ya later!"

"Indeed."

(-)

Hephaestus stepped into the rec-room of the Big-House. The forging deity created himself a hammer, brushing it through his elongated, trimmed beard; coughing.

"Ah, son." Hephaestus sonorously mumbled, sailing his hammer back into his crimson, glistering pouch. He tapped the arm-rests of his chair, humming. "I'm your dad."

"And I'm a wizard!"

"The Egyptians?" Hephaestus inwardly rumbled; puzzled, disconnecting his pouch from his trousers' hooks. He summoned a file, hefting it atop the table. "This is yours."

Leo immediately snatched the file from the desk – his visage contorting in bafflement – or elation. The demi-god nodded to himself, settling the file back onto the desk.

"I need to learn ballet, now?"

"Oh, wrong file."

Hephaestus rummaged through his fire-brick, scintillating pouch – flinging Leo another file: who scanned its illustrations, chuckling. "A quest for a hammer, then?"

"You're accepting?" Hephaestus gruffly interrogated; impressed. The deity snapped his fingers, dispersing the files and his crimson pouch. "Chiron take him to the Oracle."

"I shall, lord Hephaestus." The Centaur deferentially riposted, his falsetto smooth, yet gentle. Chiron stroked his beard, his hooves clinking onto the concrete. "Come on, then."

Hephaestus' body immediately shuddered; dispelling. The demi-god stepped through the attic-stairs – while noticing Chiron stroll back to the porch.

The Oracle was still a pulseless, deceased entity. Leo knocked on its calloused, unsmooth features; unperturbed. The Oracle floated – as the aerosphere shuddered.

"Creepy…"

"The son of the forges shall seek the tool."

"He shall come to be a fool."

"And perhaps face a killer."

"The tool shall be in the comrade's killer."

"The one inside the passage's deceased creator."

"Yep, still creepy." Leo cheekily mumbled to himself; chortling. He stepped back from the attic-chair, as the demi-god slipped onto the porch, chuckling. "Chiron!"

"Ah, Leo." Chiron gently murmured; interested. The Centaur climbed up to the top of his clinking, clunking hooves, raising a soft, concerned eye-brow, humming. "The prophecy?"

"It's creepy!"

(-)

Sasuke and Naruto both lounged inside one of the former's city's signature and innumerable cafés. The Uzumaki hoisted up the mug of coffee, chuckling; unperturbed.

"No, you being a play-boy is hilarious." Naruto casually mocked; laughing. He hefted the coffee-cup over to his smooth, chortling lips, groaning. "Ah, boiling!"

"It was a one-time task." The Uchiha wanly retorted; unimpressed, feeling the coffee sailing through his satiny, glossy tongue. "You were a danseur."

"Dad deceived me into learning to be a ballerina!" The Uzumaki vociferously grouched; his soprano complaintive, gulping in his coffee – until his tongue sizzled. "Boiling!"

"Moron."

"Fur-Ball!"

"You still dancing?" Sasuke blandly mocked, hefting the coffee-cup back onto his glinting plate. He sliced his kuchen, coasting it through his glacial, wan lips. "Heh."

"Sometimes, on weekends." Naruto immaturely murmured, lacerating his own slice of chocolate cake. The Uzumaki slipped it through his cheeky mouth, humming. "Huh, good!"

"Excuse me, children." A curt, polite, and silky falsetto interrupted. The waiter acclimated their uniform's collar, tapping their pen at the note-book. "Payment, please."

Sasuke sailed his fingers into his ebony pouch, flicking a few, glistering coins towards the waiter: who inspected the currency, suspiring. "Thank you."

"Weekends?" The Uchiha lackadaisically grouched; entertained. Sasuke's coffee flitted back into his throat, as he slashed a-part another of the kuchens. "Capering bastard."

"Stop stealing your own nick-names!"

"Stop being a dumbass."

"Never!" Naruto vehemently vociferated, toppling the knife onto his glistering plate. The Uzumaki gulped in another intake of coffee, feeling the liquid percolate. "Bastard."

"Hm?"

"I'm gonna check up on Jason and Reyna."

"Sure. You owe me £20, now."

(-)

Naruto settled inside the Principia. The Uzumaki identified the crowds of legionnaires, all listening to their praetors. He chortled, sinking into a flinty chair.

"The assailment on camp by Saturn weakened us!"

"We still won!"

"Jason and Reyna took care of the titan!"

"Another beat the titan Epimetheus." Michael – the praetor – sonorously interrupted, his baritone gentle, frosty. He tapped his watch – while detecting an individual. "The assassin."

"Who is he?" A legionnaire dryly interrogated; puzzled, unhooking their spear from their hip. They leaned back into their chair, chuckling. "He defeated a titan? Monstrous."

"Silence in this meeting!" Michael gently vociferated. The praetor disconnected his watch, flinging it towards Naruto: who parried the clock; bemused. "A god is in our presence!"

"Where?!" Naruto cheekily chuckled, checking over his personal-sector. He climbed up to his feet, the crimson ripple inside his irises dissolving. "Name's Naruto Uzumaki!"

"My lord, shall we bring you refreshments!" A deferential, smooth, desperate falsetto shivered. Octavian strolled in, carrying a tray of drinks and food. "This is for you!"

"Nah, I ate." Naruto care-freely dismissed, dispersing the tray of beverages and meals. He snapped his fingers, summoning the legion straw-berry smoothies. "I came to check."

"We are okay, my lord. Casualties were low."

"Good. Good." The Uzumaki softly murmured, vaporizing the innumerable milk-shakes. Naruto created a flood of denarii, growing them all atop a table. "I can't give you much, sorry."

Naruto stepped through the corridor of the sector, golden particles encompassing his shape. He settled inside his living-room, clicking on a programme. "Kurama."

"Hm?"

"Could I stop the deaths by beating Kronos?" Naruto grimly murmured, his soprano soft, shuddering. He suspired inwards, feeling his energy boom. "The deceased ones?"

"He is in a prophecy, Naruto. Fate itself protects him."

"I defied fate!" The Uzumaki vociferated back; bewildered. Naruto slipped the remote onto his sofa's pillow, summoning himself a Kunai, humming. "They're still dying, Kurama."

"Indeed, you stopped destiny." The Kitsune gutturally concurred, ignoring Naruto's certainty echo. Kurama sank into his silky, fire-brick fur, sighing. "Shall you battle him?"

"No."

"I'm gonna compromise."

(-)

Michael and Jason both sauntered through the latter's residence inside New-Rome. The son of thunder coasted his coin into his pouch – while the praetor suspired.

"Thank you, Jason." Michael curtly murmured, clipping his spear onto the hook on his shoulder-blade. He sank into the table chair, patting his own weapon. "You protected-…"

"The legionnaires protected us, praetor."

"Indeed, you all protected us." The praetor coarsely concurred, stretching his arm forward. Michael sauntered from his satiny chair, sighing. "Thank you."

"My pleasure, praetor." Jason softly riposted, his baritone gentle, silky. The demi-god disconnected from Michael, hearing a clang from his door. "If you would excuse me."

Michael ignored Jason, striding over to the back doors of his rather grandiose residence. The former clicked his fingers, plants swallowing his flesh. "You're excused."

Jason chuckled to himself. He walked towards the door, flinging it open – as he identified Dakota: who gulped in some type of liquid from his flask.

"Dakota?"

(-)

Kronos' control over time echoed through his golden, eternal irises. The titan-in-mortal-form manipulated his domain to keep the labyrinth protected, despite its creator's demise.

He and Prometheus ambled into another, clanking corridor. The former shouldered his signature, glistering scythe, walking inwards onto his throne. "Prometheus."

"Hm, my lord?"

"You feel weaker." Kronos immutably mumbled; unimpressed, his throne's energy itself booming. He tapped his arm-rests, detecting Prometheus' power. "Weakened."

"She removed my blessings, lord Kronos." Prometheus silky refuted, collapsing onto a deferential, docile knee. The entity's head sank atop the surface, humming. "Izanami."

Kronos immediately dissolved the pulseless, echoing presence washing over them. He snapped his fingers, peering into Prometheus' history.

"You are a fool, Prometheus." Kronos gutturally vociferated, flourishing his scythe. He stepped towards the titan, the scintillation inside his sickle growing. "A fool!"

Prometheus instantly gazed back at the entity. Kronos growled; his falsetto sonorous, rumbling. The latter twirled his scythe, his golden gaze echoing. "Izanami?!"

"She wanted me to kill Sasuke Uchiha."

"She gave you her blessings to murder the assassin?"

"Indeed, my lord."

"You failed in killing him!" The titan throatily groused; chortling. Kronos raised his scythe, aiming it atop Prometheus' neck, groaning. "An idiotic deal!"

"Sorry. Prometheus is Sasuke's to battle." A cheeky, entertained, and immature soprano chuckled. Naruto dissolved his golden particles, susurrating. "Kronos."

"You?" Kronos lackadaisically murmured; interested. The titan dispelled his own, twinkling weapon – watching Naruto: who laughed. "The god of energy."

"Yep. Grand-Uncle Tartarus apologises for visiting."

The Uzumaki stepped forward, his existence itself booming. Naruto slipped his hands inside his pockets – while Kronos grew back his sickle; perturbed. "The two are similar."

Naruto immediately back-pedalled – glancing back towards Prometheus, who summoned himself a rapier. The titan dissolved into his divine-form, glowering. "You!"

"No, you!" The Uzumaki cheekily vociferated back; unbothered. He back-flipped, slamming a rippling, timeless kick into Prometheus' calloused visage. "No fighting."

"You came to converse?"

"Compromise."

"You want to weaken the camps until no-one except the prophecy-child can battle you."

"Indeed, Aether's progeny." Kronos agelessly rumbled, sailing back into his flinty, yet still golden throne. He leaned back into it, dispelling his sickle. "Now, compromise?"

"Oh, I was being civil." Naruto immaturely dismissed. The Uzumaki garnered up the upper-air nature energy, the complexion atop his sapphire irises rippling. "Sage-Mode."

"You're killing innocents." The Uzumaki blithely murmured, stepping onto a drifting, steep platform. Naruto's sapphire pulsed into a growling fire-brick; humming. "My friend."

"Sure, he's resurrected. Still, his memories were stolen from him in the extension of Yomi until Shinigami gave them back."

"I defied destiny itself. I shall defy it for one last time if you challenge me, by killing my friends…"

"A warning." Naruto cheekily chuckled, the ripple of crimson and orange inside his flesh waning. He stepped forward, dissolving inside countless golden particles, chuckling. "Hm."

"You shall be obliterated. Naruto Uzumaki!"

(-)

Sasuke stepped through another, smooth, steep lane. He sauntered into an intersection, flickering onto his apartment's complex roof-top, sighing.

"I'm dispelling our deal, Kek." The Uchiha monotonously grouched, disregarding the groan of dim-power. He glanced to Kek: whose host's features convulsed. "No more deals."

"I shall no longer play your games." Sasuke dryly chuckled, his baritone lackadaisical, humourless. He slipped into his spectral-form; evaporating. "None of your games…"

He settled back inside his living-room – identifying his glistening plate of pizza. Suspiring outwards, Sasuke tipped the tray's meal into a bin – flinging it onto the sink.

The Uchiha sauntered towards the top. Rotating the valve of his Kitchen's tap, Sasuke's sponge coasted itself through his plate. He slipped it onto a cabinet's shelf, sighing.

He was missing out on some vital sleep – despite being a phantom, Sasuke's physical form still used up his stamina. The Uchiha stepped into his room, sinking atop his silky bed.

(-)

Sasuke hovered through his spectral, mental, and personal dimension. The Uchiha sailed onto the concrete of a floating platform, feeling for an individual.

"Empty…"

He sauntered through the eternal, ageless path – his rippling, ebony irises gazing upon Izanagi and Izanami: the latter pulsing her echoing, timeless presence, chuckling.

The Uchiha immediately detected another pulsation of over-spilling power. He glanced towards Izanagi: who hurled Totsuka-No-Tsurugi over to him; the aerosphere shuddering.

"You shall give me Ame-No-Nuhoko, Izanagi!" The deity of death lackadaisically rasped, her rapier's energy itself frolicking. "The spear of creation shall be mine."

"You shall neither steal Totsuka-No-Tsurugi, nor Ame-No-Nuhoko."

"Giving Sasuke the blade is meaningless." Izanami mockingly chuckled, the sigils atop her flesh rippling. She glanced towards Sasuke: whose shoulder pulsed. "I marked him."

"It's a Curse-Mark, I suppose." Izanagi gently murmured, healing the agony groaning through Sasuke's skin. He summoned his spear-of-creation, humming. "Come, then."

"The spear…"

(-)

Sasuke rolled out from his timeless, internal dimension. The Uchiha stepped out of his bed, harvesting Izanagi's scabbard onto his desk, suspiring; unperturbed.

"A Curse-Mark?"

The Uchiha immediately unhooked his ebony t-shirt – and glanced towards his shoulder. He inspected the charcoal, purple sigil, feeling a lifeless-contortion inside his shoulder.

Izanami wasn't able to materialize herself in his realm – the goddess of death was exclusively allowed inside Yomi and Shinto dimensions. Was she using him for another scheme?

Sasuke disregarded the murals painted atop his flesh. The Uchiha opened his favourite romance and crime novel, flicking it onto a new page.

He understood the deities' interest for him. Sasuke was an anomaly – a demi-god who was connected to all of the pantheons. The player of pantheons.

Still, Khonsu called him a rare mortal – a rather bewildering nick-name. Perhaps the god of time wanted Sasuke to become his vessel – one unable to crumble.

Keku was complicated – a deity of dimness and obscurity. His deal was he would help Sasuke – and the Uchiha would be his host for one-time. Would he return for revenge?

He helped Sasuke by taking him over to Prometheus: who Annabeth and Percy were battling. The Uchiha suspired, his book flitting atop the desk. "Izanami is a deity of death."

The Uchiha immediately granted Naruto another unfathomable prayer – as a yellow orb grew inside his glossy fingers. Sasuke scattered into brimming particles; dissolving.

(-)

Naruto settled inside his bed-room of Aether's palace. The Uzumaki hooked his head-phones onto his ears, listening to the falsetto rippling; unbothered.

He immediately blurred into his rotating-chair. Naruto snapped his fingers, summoning himself a golden mug of a chocolate smoothie, humming. "Kurama?"

"Hm?"

"Can you leave my seal? No, not the phantom head ability."

"No, I'm bounded to you or my dimension of hatred."

"Ah, okay." Naruto casually riposted; unperturbed. He raised his cup of the milk-shake, feeling the beverage percolate through his smooth, gentle tongue. "£10 for rent, please!"

"I'm not paying for giving you my chakra." Kurama gutturally vociferated; unentertained, his tail swiping itself through the seal, as Naruto's immaturity echoed. "Stupid moron."

"Come on, Kurama! Compensation?"

"I shall eliminate you from the inside, moron!"

(-)

Charon and Sasuke both coasted through the sweltering, smooth ocean of the River-Styx. The former flicked the Drachma, slipping them into his tuxedos', coal pouch.

"You feel dead and alive." Charon throatily rasped, controlling his ship in the sea. The son of Nyx's ebony irises scanned Sasuke: who sighed. "Interesting."

"If I was dead, my deity of death would take me to Yomi."

"Your pantheon's heaven?"

"I'm a killer." Sasuke blandly retorted, hooking his Kunai back into its belt-sash. The Uchiha slipped his fedora back on, detecting the under-world's phantoms. "Yomi is for me."

"Perhaps." Charon dryly murmured, hefting his ship back over to another, charcoal platform. He tipped his hat, as his boat's presence dissolved. "Hm…"

Sasuke stepped through the path of Hades' personal realm. The Uchiha slipped into his physical-form, disregarding the skeletal guards – his crimson frolicking. "Lord Hades."

"Ah, Sasuke." The god of riches lackadaisically chuckled; his baritone smooth, entertained. Hades twirled his pen, sliding it onto another file. "You want for me to check your mark?"

"Indeed."

"Okay." Hades casually riposted; unperturbed, scattering his divine essence into a duplicate. His clone snatched the clip-board, sinking back onto his timeless throne. "Come, now."

Sasuke's and Hades' bodies both immediately evaporated – until they settled inside a room of the latter's castle. Hades acclimated his helmet, feeling the Uchiha's lifeless-mark.

"It's interesting." Hades scientifically murmured, the pulse in Sasuke's shoulder itself throbbing. He tapped the mural, as the sigil sizzled; almost boiling. "It gives you an immunity."

"An immunity to divine forms."

"Incredible ability." The deity of the under-world wanly grouched; impressed. Hades' shape crumbled into its divine form, his presence shuddering. "You're still alive."

"I'm dead and alive." Sasuke impassively reminded; unbothered – ignoring the clang of Hades' divine power. The Uchiha's shoulder convulsed; shivering. "Hm."

Hades instantly writhed back into his less divine form. The deity of riches' fingers pulsed, tapping Sasuke's Curse-Mark until the murals capered. "I can't disconnect the mark…"

"They keep giving themselves a new design." Hades blankly chuckled, the symbols on Sasuke's shoulder frolicking. He slid his finger atop his skin, feeling its energy. "Interesting."

"Interesting?"

"Oh, certainly." Hades casually chortled, concocting himself a charcoal, scintillating brush. He inspected the capering murals, slipping his tool through the flesh. "Still not working."

"Is it eternal?" Sasuke monotonously interrogated; unbothered. The Uchiha slid his sleeve back over his marked-shoulder, sighing. "Thank you, Hades."

"I removed some of her influence." Hades blandly mumbled, dissolving his ebony and twinkling brush. The deity dispersed in innumerable, coal particles, chuckling. "My apologies."

"Her influence?"

(-)

Aether reposed himself on top of one of his uncountable sofas inside his palace. He flicked his novel onto another, illustrated page – chuckling; entertained.

"He devoured his hair?!"

The primordial of upper-air groaned to himself; bewildered. He evaporated his interesting, thrilling book, summoning himself a vanilla smoothie. "Oh, protagonists."

He immediately deliquesced his milk-shake's mug. Aether snapped his fingers, sliding into a golden, scintillating tuxedo, feeling a familial individual. "Ah, father."

"Aether." Erebus lazily chortled, stepping inside Aether's living room. He produced him and Aether two goblets of green-tea, humming. "I love the paintings, impressive."

"Thank you?" Aether civilly mumbled; puzzled. The primordial slipped back into his sofa, flicking his tie and tuxedo into a less appropriate uniform. "Are you-…"

"I'm visiting you." Erebus languidly dismissed, flourishing his goblet of boiling, glacial tea. He clicked his finger, dispelling their two, over-spilling mugs. "Where's Naruto?"

"In his room, listening to this mortal noise called a tune."

"I'm older than you by countless millennia and I listen to these tunes, you call."

"You want to feel young." Aether facetiously grouched; unimpressed. Clicking his fingers, he tapped the concrete, summoning Naruto: who groaned. "Naruto."

"No."

"Erebus wants you." The primordial flippantly murmured, vaporising Naruto's clinking, golden head-phones. Aether stepped back, his form itself crumbling. "Heh, head-phones."

"Grandpa." Naruto casually chuckled. The Uzumaki's presence pulsed, concocting back his yellow, rippling head-phones. "Something wrong, now?"

"Nothing." Erebus wanly smirked, peering into Aether's progeny's seal itself. Kurama's chakra growled from the sigil, the latter's energy groaning. "You battled Kronos?"

"Compromised."

"Indeed." The primordial lackadaisically chortled; unimpressed. Erebus felt the Kitsune's pulsation of power, as Naruto tapped his abdomen. "Hatred is being controllable?"

"Stop mocking him." Naruto languidly groused; his soprano lazy, unbothered. The Uzumaki slid his phone from his crimson pouch, humming. "Why are you visiting?"

"I want to check your power." Erebus dryly chuckled, a boom of energy itself inside his fingers. He and Naruto settled inside a dim, distorted realm; suspiring. "Exude yourself."

"Huh?"

"Your power exclusively, disregard hatred."

Naruto simply stepped forward, the clang in his presence itself booming. His sapphire gaze warped into a sweltering, serene yellow – the top of his irises complexion echoing.

"You can utilize your father's domain, Naruto."

"Yep! Upper-air, Sage-Mode!" The Uzumaki vociferously laughed; his baritone smooth, gentle. Naruto dissolved his growing, contorting power, chuckling. "What now?"

"No, Naruto." Erebus impassively interrupted. The primordial exuded his own, primitive power – the ebony inside his irises pulsating; the aerosphere shivering. "Your father's domain."

"My father's domain? I use it for Sage-Mode."

"Oh…"

Naruto instantly crumbled Sage-Mode from the flesh atop his sapphire irises. He suppressed his booming, distorting energy, feeling for his own domain; energy.

"Nature energy is mine." The Uzumaki childishly murmured, connecting his system to the power. Naruto detected the nature-energy itself, chuckling. "Sage-Mode."

This type of Sage-Mode felt silkier. Naruto's presence itself echoed, feeling his domain and Erebus' own energy. The Uzumaki laughed, evaporating his over-spilling power.

"Hatred's energy." Erebus cryptically chortled, his body and dimension crumbling. The primordial's ebony irises scanned the seal, noting of Naruto's golden gaze warping. "Hm."

The Uzumaki casually laughed. He summoned himself a golden, scintillating orb – until scattering into uncountable particles; dispersing. "I feel stronger."

"Good. Momoshiki shall be eliminated."

(-)

Aether and Naruto both settled inside the former's castle's living-room. The Uzumaki sank into the sofa, slinging one of the countless novels open; chuckling.

"Huh, he's learning ballet, then?"

"Indeed." Aether immutably grouched. He clicked his fingers, summoning himself another novel – as its pages flittered back onto an illustration. "You still learning?"

"Weekends." Naruto childishly complained, flinging the book back at the table. The Uzumaki grew his crimson, twinkling wings, feeling them stretch. "I'm going, see ya later!"

"Either come to your apartment complex or the palace!"

(-)

Clubb strode into the intersection of his signature, favourite city. The Cyclopes flourished his club, detecting the fragrance of two demi-gods – a 10 and 11 year-old.

He immediately staggered through the steep, precipitous path. Clubb noted of them being rather pathetic, both huddled inside a curtain; the fabric calloused and unsmooth.

"In my big-mouth." Clubb gutturally murmured, shouldering his flinty, glistering club. The Cyclopes flitted towards them, hearing a rippling, growling vociferation. "My meal!"

"Clubb?!" A cheeky, bemused, and elated soprano interrogated. Naruto settled atop the concrete, snatching the Cyclopes' signature, un-silky weapon. "Buddy!"

"Small-Mouthed boy!"

"Yep!" Naruto casually chuckled; unperturbed, heaving the club onto Clubb's steep, healed visage. The Uzumaki stepped forward, dispersing the tool. "No killing."

Clubb instantly flittered back towards Naruto, the latter's sapphire gaze pulsing into crimson. The Uzumaki knocked on Clubb's head, watching him crumble. "Heh."

"You kids good?"

"Leave them, god of energy." A rasping, gentle baritone boomed. Ethan Nakamura twirled his spear, walking towards the two children: who shuddered. "You won't take them!"

"Son of Nemesis."

"We're cousins, huh?" Naruto care-freely chuckled, dissolving Ethan's dancing spear. The Uzumaki's energy frolicked into his sapphire gaze itself; echoing. "Are you hurting them?"

"I'm protecting them from you." Ethan scornfully chortled, unhooking another spear from his shoulder-blade. He tapped his eye-patch, groaning. "Stupid deal."

"Deal?"

"None of your business, deity." The demi-god bitterly growled, seizing up his spear. Ethan inspected the shivering, unsettled children; unimpressed. "You can only survive this?"

"Dude, they're 10."

"Silence!" Ethan derisively boomed; his soprano precipitous, deranged. He gyrated his spear, the metal of his unclipped weapon's energy pulsing. "You won't be interfering!"

"Damn, aggressive." Naruto casually chuckled; unperturbed. He clicked his fingers – dematerializing all of Nemesis' child's weapons and tools, humming. "You working for Kronos!"

"It's lord Kronos!"

"He kills your family. Our family." The Uzumaki blithely informed, feeling Kurama's chakra ripple inside his seal. Naruto raised a puzzled, grim eye-brow, chuckling. "You-…"

"My family is dead for me!" Ethan sourly vociferated; unhinged. He hoisted his spear – flinging it towards Naruto: who summoned himself a sweltering orb. "They're dead!"

"Rasengan: finger size."

Naruto immediately hefted one of his fingers over to the spear – as it flicked the weapon into innumerable smithereens. Ethan backtracked, his visage itself shivering.

"You're traumatized." Naruto care-freely grouched, vaporizing the smithereens inside his divine existence. His foot tapped the concrete, producing a spear. "Huh…"

"Keep them and yourself protected."

The Uzumaki instantly stepped forward – scattering into uncountable, scintillating, golden particles. His crimson gaze coasted back into sapphire – while Naruto chuckled.

"Entertained?"

"No." Naruto gently dismissed. He strode into the door-frame of his bed-room, concocting himself a pair of head-phones, as he clicked onto a button. "I'm remembering."

(-)

Naruto hurried.

(-)

Sadness.

A/N: Bye.