"Hi." = thoughts

"Hi." = talking

"Greetings." = Biju speaking

"Lightning Style: Lightning Bullet." = Jutsu

(-) = finishing to a new situation

Bye

The ripple of Jason's over-spilling zephyr and electricity dissolved. He stepped into his tent, coasting his signature, golden gladius into a coin.

"Who were they?"

Jason clipped on another bandage over Dakota's lacerated fingers. He tapped his watch, checking over the time. 2:00 – AM. Huffing inwards, the demi-god slithered atop his pillow.

Still, he desired some type of message from someone. Perhaps Mercury, all they were given was an image of the winged-rings – and Menoetius stole them.

"This is bad…"

(-)

Naruto contorted through the aerosphere itself, settling inside his father's palace's living-room. He reposed himself atop the sofa, sliding a timeless finger over the tea-cup.

"Uncle Thanatos!" The Uzumaki casually chuckled, lounging into the sofa's satiny fabric. Naruto tapped the arm-rests, summoning Thanatos a vanilla-smoothie. "What's up?"

"A visitation for my nephew." The death deity sonorously dismissed, the tea flooding through his silky, ageless lips. Thanatos dissolved his ebony sickle; sighing. "Naruto."

"Hm?"

"What's your domain?" Thanatos bemusedly interrogated; flummoxed. He twirled his glistering, charcoal glasses, evaporating his lenses. "I was never informed."

"Oh!" Naruto cheekily vociferated, pulsating his divine existence itself. He contorted his domain – energy – vaporizing Thanatos' connatural power. "God of energy!"

"Ah, okay." Thanatos blandly chortled; entertained. The deity's ebony wings fluttered – until he scattered into coal, frolicking particles. "Forgive me."

"Huh…" Naruto bewilderedly groused to himself, gulping in another ripple of ice-tea. He snapped his fingers, glancing over to Aether: who hummed. "Dad?"

"Utilizing your domain, now? Good."

The Uzumaki gazed towards his primordial of a father; puzzled – until Aether dissipated into his divine form; dissolving. "Naruto."

"Kurama?"

"Come to my realm…"

(-)

Sasuke stepped into the sweltering, ageless lanes of Takamagahara. He brushed his divine-weapon's scabbard, gazing over to Susanoo's sapphire and immutable castle.

Suspiring inwards, the Uchiha sailed into his spectral-form, floating through the fleshy, growling guards. He settled inside a corridor – feeling Murakumo-No-Tsurugi's energy.

Sasuke strode by the two guards: who both disregarded him. He slipped his hands inside his ebony-trousers' pockets, scanning Susanoo's throne-room; unimpressed.

The paintings were still of Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo, himself. Sasuke identified a painting of his uncle's children – some of his cousins, his family.

The Shinto demi-gods, instead of a camp, reposed themselves in innumerable boarding-schools inside Amaterasu's territory – Shinto turf.

Susanoo's visage itself was monotonous, humourless. His purple gaze itself danced, inspecting Totsuka-No-Tsurugi; chortling. "Dad gave you his blade? Good pick, father."

"You called for me, lord Susanoo?" Sasuke blandly interrogated. He straightened himself up, detecting Susanoo's energy in his divine-scabbard. "Hm…"

"He's summoning Totsuka-No-Tsurugi?"

"He bonded it to you, huh?" The deity casually chuckled; unperturbed, dissolving his pulsing presence. Susanoo clicked his fingers – while Sasuke's death-mark convulsed. "Heh."

"Mom's marked you, eh?" Susanoo gutturally grouched. He blurred towards Sasuke: whose curse-mark rippled. He tapped his nephew's shoulder, humming. "Shinigami-…"

"One of my old clients eliminated some of her influence."

"A god of death?" The deity casually murmured, dissolving back into his azure, throbbing throne. Susanoo brushed his arm-rests, feeling the divine-scabbard. "Sasuke…"

"Hm?"

"If you over-use its power, I shall stop you." He grimly chuckled, his soprano unperturbed, care-free. Susanoo raised two fingers – warping Sasuke into ebony particles. "Hah."

"Could he utilize all of its abilities?"

(-)

Sasuke settled back atop his apartment complex roof-top. He strode onto his balcony-railing, slithering into his bed-room, clipping his divine-weapon onto a hook.

The Uchiha unstrung his charcoal, sapphire-patterned tie from his azure t-shirt's collar. Huffing inwards, he slung himself into the chair – seizing his crime novel.

Sasuke was a Shinto deity – and lacked a demi-god's fragrance, unless he was in Greek territory. He rolled over to his phone – tapping its beeping screen.

Still, England was a safe city for him to repose himself in. He scrolled through a camera-feed, identifying Percy, Leo, and Annabeth crawling out of a clanking gate.

"The Labyrinth?"

His satiny and glossy finger slithered atop his phone's clinking screen. Sasuke enlarged the camera-feed, noting of another sigil – while the task-squad rolled into a trap-door.

"Hm." The Uchiha's nose dryly rasped, discarding his phone into his flinty desk's drawer. Sasuke flicked his book-page open, scanning its illustrations. "Interesting…"

"Indeed, interesting…"

(-)

Leo, Annabeth, and Percy all ambled into the intersection of the immutable Labyrinth. The mechanic elongated the sigil, the rune itself whirling forward.

"Inside." Leo chirpily suggested, stepping into one of the innumerable paths. He tapped his magical-watch, the tracker gyrating; beeping. "Huh, we're near the hammer!"

"Are we not gonna discuss Mr. Electrocute?" Percy incredulously mumbled. The demi-god hoisted Riptide into his azure-striped slacks, sighing. "He obliterated-…"

"The Labyrinth room." Annabeth bemusedly groused; flummoxed, sauntering towards the sector's murals. She tapped them – until they rotated. "A son of Zeus?"

"Someone else to change the prophecy!" Leo casually surmised, his rune capering back. He brushed the watch-screen, feeling the maze pulse. "R.I.P to us, huh?"

"No kidding…" The son of the sea concernedly murmured, striding into the corridor door. Percy slipped his hands into his pockets, twirling his pen. "4-V-3, now?"

"Ethan and Alabaster." Annabeth pensively groaned. She slithered a glossy finger at another symbol, until the corridor itself convulsed. "And a son of Zeus and Dakota?"

"And Leo setting the room on fire." Percy wryly chortled; entertained, coasting Dakota's soda atop his shoes. He stepped forward, spraying Annabeth's face. "Water works!"

"Now, this one was hilarious!"

Leo immediately swallowed his shoes in fire. He flipped forward, hefting a smooth, sizzling kick onto crumbling shrapnel. "Damn! The maze's being obliterated!"

"Okay. We faced the killer, Alabaster and Ethan. Now, the tool shall be in the comrade's killer."

"Prometheus." Annabeth deductively mumbled, swiping through another shroud of shrapnel. She clipped the file into her satchel, sighing. "He was in Percy's head."

"Yep." Percy disgruntledly grouched. The demi-god dissolved the soda frolicking atop his feet – glancing onto Leo: who scattered the crumbling fragments. "Where is he?"

"We're using the watch to track him!" Leo care-freely boomed, smacking another flood of shrapnel. He evaporated his warmth, tapping the watch-screen. "One door left, then!"

"Prometheus is waiting for us." Annabeth grimly surmised, unstrapping her dagger from its scabbard. She twirled her weapon, clicking the Labyrinth's symbol. "Hm…"

The crumbling corridor's concrete and murals instantly converged. Percy stepped inwards – noting of the paintings, the flowers, and the body inside a tomb.

"Prometheus!" Percy grouchily vociferated, his soprano disgruntled, perturbed. He warped Riptide into a scintillating and glossy weapon; groaning. "Where is he?"

Annabeth strode over to the tomb's body. The child of wisdom inspected the withered corpse, identifying Quintus' – Daedalus' – calloused, lacerated visage.

"The one inside the Labyrinth's deceased creator…"

Leo immediately bounded onto Daedalus' perished-body, seizing a boiling kick at the demi-god's head itself. The corpse clinked – its flesh rippling into a golden metal.

"Incredible! Leo Valdez." Prometheus casually chortled, reposing himself atop a flinty, blue-striped throne. He tapped the concrete, concocting the hammer. "Your father's tool!"

The mechanic granted Prometheus a blithe, easy-going grin. Percy, Annabeth, and Leo all backtracked – until the latter swallowed himself in a shroud of fire.

"Challenging you would allow you to retaliate." Leo care-freely chuckled, warmth rippling his flesh. He inspected his father's divine-hammer, humming. "Ancient-Laws, huh?"

"Indeed. Still, the watch shall be your demise." The titan gently murmured, dissolving the connatural-tool. He clicked his fingers – the maze itself convulsing. "Magic…"

Leo's watch's sigil itself rippled. The mechanic disconnected it from his hand – the rune pulsated, bounding the task-squad in electrical-tendrils. "You hacked into the rune?"

"No. Your brother gave me control." Prometheus blithely dismissed, the Labyrinth frolicking. The titan scanned their electrical-bindings, tapping the hammer. "Huffin, hm?"

"Oh! Lying schemer!" Leo childishly complained, swiping his sizzling fingers through the tendrils. He clicked his teeth, lightning pulsing into his flesh. "Okay, no boiling the ropes."

"Now, for your demises…"

(-)

Huffin strode into his flinty and charcoal-striped chair, pressing a sigil atop his desk. His room itself contorted, the aerosphere convulsing in the presence of the magical-rune.

The titan of time stepped into the sweltering, rotating dimensional-gulf. Kronos twirled his golden scythe, inspecting Huffin: who chortled. "Our deal, titan?"

"Your consort to be resurrected?" Kronos sonorously riposted, reposing his scythe at the desk. He tapped Huffin's chair's arm-rests, the latter groaning. "No."

"The deal-…"

"The deal was for you to give Prometheus control of your watch's sigil. I manipulated the Labyrinth for the Greek and Roman encounter."

Kronos' scythe immediately hurtled back to him. He twirled his signature weapon – lacerating through Huffin's neck. The mechanic chuckled – his flesh itself evaporating.

"Never the trust the dealer or the dealee. Eh, Kronos?"

Huffin's body convulsed – stretching. The sigils swallowing his skin pulsed until engulfing Kronos' mortal-shape. The demi-god chortled, tapping another sigil atop his desk.

"A glyph for obliteration…"

"You-…"

(-)

Amaterasu, Tsukuyomi, and Susanoo all lounged atop their concocted, purple, crimson, or sapphire thrones. The Sun deity pulsed her divine-warmth, suspiring; unimpressed.

She glanced at the rippling deities – they were rather unsettled by Sasuke's owner-ship of Totsuka-No-Tsurugi, the blade used to kill her brother; a god of flames.

The Shinto deity's pulsating, sweltering existence itself throbbed inside the aerosphere. Amaterasu sipped a gulp of green-tea from her mug, humming. "Now…"

"Izanagi gave my child Totsuka-No-Tsurugi…"

"It killed your brother, my lady." Hachiman humourlessly chortled, brushing his rapier atop his throne. He dissolved his weapon, gazing onto Susanoo: who sighed. "Powerful blade."

"Kagutsuchi's died by our father's blade." Susanoo gutturally laughed. The deity flung Murakumo-No-Tsurugi towards Hachiman – the latter parrying the weapon. "Heh!"

"Enough playing." Raijin – the Shinto deity of thunder – sonorously grouched, electricity capering onto his skin. He tapped his flesh, evaporating his energy. "He's a kid!"

"A powerful one." Fujin – god of air – approvingly mumbled, a connatural zephyr frolicking atop his head. He brushed his yellow throne's arm-rests, yawning. "Ah, blessings."

Omoikane – the Shinto deity of intelligence – shortened his growing beard. He vaporized his shaver, peering towards Tsukuyomi: who groaned. "Sasuke Uchiha…"

The Shinto deities immediately glanced over to Omoikane, the latter brushing his trimmed beard. He created a mural atop the concrete, humming. "He worked for pantheons."

"Not this one alone." Dojin – the god of soil – gruffly rumbled, the concrete itself rippling. He twirled his flinty spear, obliterating the murals. "Lady Amaterasu, please!"

"Totsuka-No-Tsurugi can seal our power! And it killed Kagutsuchi! Your son despises you for Itachi Uchiha's death!"

Amaterasu's throne itself instantly vibrated – rippling until her presence convulsed; sweltering. She evaporated her glinting tea-cup; suspiring. "It's bonded to him."

"Totsuka-No-Tsurugi is his to use until my father retrieves his weapon back."

(-)

Huffin's skin's sigils themselves boomed, energy rolling through his flesh. Kronos' mortal-form's own muscles shivered, his visage boiling.

"You shall never obliterate me!" The titan timelessly vociferated, slowing time's pace. Kronos tapped his scythe onto his ageless cheek, healing its laceration. "Mortals…"

Kronos ambled over to Huffin's rippling, yet slowed form, scanning the runes pulsing atop his skin. He snapped his fingers, brushing Huffin's shoulder.

He manipulated his domain – distorting Huffin's body until his flesh and muscles crumbled. Kronos knocked on his own head, controlling time – while his body regenerated.

"You failed in killing me." Kronos imperiously mocked; unimpressed. He strode back through the sapphire, yellow portal – reverting time to its natural speed. "Pathetic…"

Huffin's mechanic-shop itself contorted, its owner's magical-explosion groaning inside his residence. A mortal strolled over to the door, as his body imploded.

(-)

Prometheus stepped onto the convulsing concrete of the Labyrinth. He vaporized his eternal throne, striding towards the task-squad, seizing his stolen-hammer.

"You wanted this?"

The titan flung the hammer in front of an electrocuted Leo: who shivered, warmth boiling atop his fingers. Prometheus dissolved the throb of flames; chuckling. "It's yours."

"Still…" Prometheus immutably mumbled; flummoxed, smacking a spear into Leo's sizzling visage. He inspected a boiled Percy, the latter groaning. "Mortals are interesting."

"I gave myself up for you to thrive." The entity softly grouched. Prometheus gazed over to Annabeth, floating her dagger into the concrete. "And you all squabble!"

Leo immediately channelled flames into his flesh – until he heard a lack of groans from Percy and Annabeth, his partners being electrocuted semi-unconscious. "Damn!"

"Ah, our guests are sleeping." Prometheus gently chortled, vaporizing the electrical-tendrils. He backpedalled, parrying Leo's foot's growing warmth. "Assaulting me? Impolite."

"Impolite's my middle name!" Leo facetiously riposted; pirouetting another boiling kick into Prometheus' head. He settled atop the surface; chuckling. "Come on!"

"Challenging me, now?"

"You betcha!"

"I defeated and killed Sasuke Uchiha!" Prometheus vociferously growled, his soprano unsettling, blithe. He twirled his rapier, his essence itself rippling. "The assassin!"

"You cheated, for sure!" Leo cheekily retorted, sailing warmth and flames into his toes. He flittered forward, being flung back by his adversary's blade. "Damn…"

"And you're not the tool I'm assigned to retrieve!"

Leo instantly rolled towards the divine-hammer, stretching his hand over. He seized up the tool, his mechanical-abilities writhing; growing. "Huh. Water-Boy, you alive."

"Nah, zombie!" Percy wryly grouched, swallowing the aerosphere in a flood of soda. He stepped forward, slinging the liquid at the titan: who hummed. "Your soup good?"

"It was flavourless." Prometheus ruefully chuckled, swiping a calloused, unsmooth finger through the soda. He gyrated his blade – his form itself crumbling. "It's divine time…"

Leo immediately whizzed towards Percy and Annabeth, grappling onto their collars. He tapped the symbol of the maze – the door of Daedalus' grave-room dissipating.

"We were gonna be dead!" Percy mumbled to himself; perturbed. He strode towards the hammer; his mechanical-information clanging. "Huh, I wanna be a cyborg now…"

"A cyborg?"

"Ah, success!"

(-)

Sasuke's skull itself seared – Izanami's pulseless-mark rippling through his body. The Uchiha's shoulder convulsed, reposing him atop both of his knees.

He immediately unhooked his sleeve from his pulsating shoulder. Sasuke tapped its capering murals, his curse-mark's symbol dancing. "Izanami. You shall not take control of me."

"Control? No, your deduction was wrong. I'm giving you some of my power. Hades wasn't able to remove all my influence."

Sasuke coasted himself into his physical-form – while the lifeless-painting on his shoulder frolicked. His visage distorted inside a shroud of sizzling markings, his body rippling.

"I call this level 1." Izanami mockingly chortled, her falsetto gentle, entertained. She snapped her fingers, painting another flood of symbols onto his skin. "You feel the power?"

The Uchiha suspired inwards to himself, agony washing through his being. Sasuke's ebony irises – one of them – revolved into a vibrating yellow. "Remove your influence."

"No, I'm good!"

Sasuke instantly sank into the fabric-surface of his bed-room; shivering. He clicked his teeth, agony channelling itself through his flesh. "Naruto. Some help?"

"Sasuke? I ain't coming if it's for your £20!"

"It's not for the £20, you moron."

"Okay! Coming!"

(-)

Naruto shrouded himself inside a cloud of golden particles. He settled atop Sasuke's bed, gazing over to the Uchiha: whose curse-mark swallowed his body.

"Damn, buddy." Naruto bemusedly grouched; flummoxed, seizing Sasuke up to his feet. The Uzumaki stepped forward; Sasuke and he both dissolving. "I got a dimension to help!"

Naruto and Sasuke blurred into Kurama's personal dimension of detestation. The former tapped his seal – as Kurama whirled into his gargantuan-body. "Oh, Uchiha…"

"Kurama-…"

Sasuke reposed himself onto one knee, clicking his teeth. His shoulder and form rippled in growing agony. Naruto glanced over to Kurama: who growled. "Fine, I shall check him."

The Kyuubi immediately pulsed his primitive and ageless presence, granting Sasuke a disgruntled, immutable once-over. Kurama flicked his tail forward, humming.

Sasuke's convulsing body slowed – until Kurama hauled another pulsation of chakra into the former's system. His markings dissolved – slithering back atop his shoulder.

"It's not a permanent solution." Kurama disgruntledly rumbled, his dimension itself booming. The Kitsune shrunk over into Naruto's seal; sighing. "Naruto."

"Hm?"

"This mark is killing his spectral and physical body. His body can't be both mortal and phantom, the mark is increasing the speed of his demise…"

"Huh..." Naruto groaned to himself; perturbed. He gazed towards an unconscious Sasuke. He strode into Kurama's crimson throne, humming. "He needs to be resurrected?"

"Indeed." Kurama lazily riposted, lounging inside his silky, fire-brick fur. The Kyuubi glanced over to the echo of Naruto's over-spilling certainty; groaning. "Still…"

"Still?"

"The mark stops him from being resurrected."

"Huh?"

(-)

Leo, Annabeth, and Percy ambled into another corridor outside the Labyrinth. The mechanic clicked his remote-control's tracker – a tracker for his helicopter.

Percy stepped into the maze of an intersection, slipping through the lane until identifying Sasuke's personal-bunker. Leo typed in the pass-code, bounding onto the rungs.

"Good work, fellas." Leo cheekily chortled, slithering onto the steps of the bunker's ladder. He inspected Alabaster's ebony and sapphire sigils; humming. "I still got the tattoos."

"Perhaps Chiron could remove them?" Annabeth blithely suggested, grappling onto the ladder's stiles. She settled onto the roof-top, glancing onto their vehicle. "He is immortal."

"Hi immortal, I'm Mr. Long-Legs."

"Un-hilarious." Percy childishly grouched, striding into one of the back-seats of the helicopter. He unslung his backpack, unclipping a box of sandwiches. "You forge-on."

Leo chuckled to himself; unbothered. He hopped inside his own vehicle – while Annabeth reposed herself atop a chair, the latter flicking on the rotor-blades. "We're going, now!"

The helicopter immediately beeped, flinging itself into the immutable welkin. Leo typed in six letters into his screen, opening up a messaging programme.

[Charles, mission success!]

The mechanic clicked on another button, dissolving his messaging screen. Leo steered the helicopter through the aerosphere itself, chuckling. "Who was Mr. Electric?"

"Damn, we succeeded!"

(-)

Sasuke sauntered through the corridor of his residence. He stepped into his bed-room, settling himself atop a flinty, coal chair, sighing; unbothered.

Death? Death was something unappealing for the Uchiha. His brother perished – succumbing to death itself. Sasuke suspired to himself, his phone screen beeping.

The Uchiha glanced over to his marked-shoulder – the one swallowed by Izanami's influence. Sasuke brushed his sleeve, another convulsion rippling through his flesh.

Kurama's divine-energy – or chakra – removed the shivering inside his being. Sasuke remembered the murals capering atop his skin – controlling his energy.

Izanami called his growing symbols a curse-mark, protecting him from divine-forms and granting his body a mutative shape – distorting his visage, his abilities.

Sasuke was unintimidated by death itself – for it was something natural in the immutable universe. He and his friends would die – and he would be condemned to Yomi.

The Uchiha chortled to himself in a monotonous, unentertained baritone. He murdered people, mutilated them – all for power, his blessings.

Still, Sasuke would be unperturbed if he were to kill another. He was an assassin, and – in his glacial, pitiless skull – he would never discard his cruelty.

Sasuke strode out of his flinty-chair, ambling into his Kitchen. The Uchiha dialled in a number of a pizza-shop into his phone, hearing the device itself clang.

"Pepperoni pizza, please."

(-)

7-Hours-Later:

Leo's Helicopter hovered through the eternal welkin, settling atop one of its pads. Percy and Annabeth strolled into the vehicle's doors – unstrapping their satchel and backpack.

"Ah, first quest and a success!" Leo chirpily chortled, seizing his father's divine-hammer. The mechanic twirled the tool, his crafting-abilities growing. "Heh!"

"I got school tomorrow." Percy disgruntledly groaned to himself, flinging his crumbs into Mrs. O'Leary's mouth. He sailed over a smooth, glossy path; sighing. "See ya later!"

"Later!" Annabeth chuckled back. She stepped towards another of the innumerable ageless lanes, glancing onto Leo: who tapped the hammer. "You going?"

"Nah! I need to check something!"

Leo bounded back into his helicopter's driver-chair. He brushed his finger onto a button, typing in 6 sigils of code into a screen. He tapped the key-board; humming.

[Good work, rookie]

"You're the rookie…"

(-)

Sasuke seized the one slice of pizza into his satiny, glossy tongue. The Uchiha clicked on a news programme – a story of a home-office being swallowed by flames.

He gazed over to another chair – while Naruto slipped his own plate of pizza into his cheeky lips. The Uzumaki sipped his cup of glacial-coffee; humming. "Sasuke."

"Hm?"

"You good?" Naruto casually interrogated, coasting his pepperoni toppings atop his pizza. He summoned a box of chips, slinging them onto the table. "You died-…"

"Now, I'm dying." Sasuke wanly chuckled, his soprano bland, humourless. He checked the pulseless-contortion of Izanami's blessings – her influence. "Hm…"

"Aeon called me the bounded one." The Uchiha pitilessly smirked; entertained. Sasuke pressed onto another, interesting programme; sighing. "Your title?"

"The unbounded one. Time carries no control over me?"

"Complicating." Sasuke dryly grouched, steering a sizzling, frosty slice of pizza onto his plate. He tapped his sofa's arm-rests – the symbol convulsing. "Time controls me, then?"

"Maybe." Naruto care-freely mumbled, hefting a bottle of spices onto his boiling pizza. The Uzumaki dissolved his spice-satchel, his phone rippling. "Oh. Someone's calling?"

Huffing inwards, Naruto stepped through the aerosphere itself – scattering into his signature, golden particles. He snapped his fingers, evaporating his bottle and plates.

Sasuke suspired outwards to himself. He strode into his Kitchen, seizing a sponge for his plate. The Uchiha revolved the faucet, drifting it atop the crockery.

He voyaged back into his bed-room, the pages of his favourite novel flittering open. Sasuke glanced over to his sleeveless shoulder, sighing. "Hm…"

The Uchiha stepped towards one of his shelves. He raised five fingers, grappling onto his detection and teleportation scroll. Sasuke twirled it, feeling a distortion from its material.

"Luke stole my scroll. Now, he is Kronos…"

Sasuke immediately strapped the scroll back on top of his shelf – until reality itself danced. He settled himself inside a dim, immutable realm – similar to Yomi's eternal paths.

"This realm?"

"Ah, mercenary." A sonorous, ageless, and entertained soprano rumbled. Keku – in his god-form itself – inspected Sasuke, reposed atop innumerable skeletons. "You came."

The Uchiha instantly backtracked, electricity boiling his fingers. He stretched his Chidori into a Chidori-Spear, writhing into his physical-form, sighing. "Keku?"

The deity of obscurity chortled in his signature, throaty baritone. Keku snapped his fingers, obliterating the mutilated skeletons and fragmented corpses. "Indeed, assassin."

He stepped from his throne of skeletal beings, pulsating his divine presence. Sasuke detected his unbounded power, the one he utilized in the Duat. This was Kek's turf.

"I'm in the Duat, now?"

"No. I combined some essence from Yomi, borrowed from Izanami, and my palace in the Duat. This is an amalgamation."

"Impressive." Sasuke blandly riposted; electricity rippling on the top of his sizzling fingers. He parried an ebony spear, his own charcoal dancing into crimson. "Hm…"

"You shall never be isolated."

"I intended for you to be my vessel." Keku blithely boomed, the tendrils inside his realm capering. He clicked his fingers, the coal ropes engulfing Sasuke's body. "Now…"

"You're dying. Your little deity buddy informed you, eh?"

"Good." The god of obscurity agelessly chuckled, slinging himself back onto his mutilated skeletons. Keku dissolved the hands of the obscured; suspiring. "Izanami…"

The hands of the obscured coasted into ones of the deceased. The goddess of death laughed, the ebony and crimson in the dimension crumbling. "Thank you, Keku."

"My host, then?"

"He is of my pantheon. A boy named Shi."

"Good."

Keku and Izanami both dissolved themselves. The latter reposed herself inside a configuration of a house, sipping a sweltering cup of coffee. "Sasuke…"

"Shall you be unobscured from yourself?"

(-)

Sasuke's unconscious-form itself drifted through the essence of existence. He flew forward, hovering into another sapphire-striped distortion in an immutable realm.

The Uchiha immediately woke himself up, glancing over to his pillows and bed. Sasuke raised a wan, monotonous eye-brow – Keku and Izanami were giving him illusions.

"Hallucinations of my life until Itachi's death and my father's coma."

Sasuke immediately flickered over to the mirror – until he stumbled forward, lacking the unnatural speed of his demi-god lineage and spectral-physiology.

"None of this is real."

The Uchiha seized himself back up, stepping in front of the mirror. He inspected his visage, less thin – and his features lacked their smoothness.

He was, indeed, shorter – perhaps the stature of a 7 year-old. Suspiring inwards, Sasuke glanced onto his child-hood bed-room, noting of his study books and two toys.

Sasuke instantly backpedalled – a knock clanging from his door. He clicked his teeth, striding towards the door, hooking it open. "They created an illusion of Itachi."

Itachi Uchiha's visage itself was gentle, fathomless. His irises were of an ebony similar to either Fugaku's or Amaterasu's. He inspected Sasuke: who sighed. "Waking up on your own?"

"This isn't real."

"Yep." Sasuke blandly groused, his baritone vociferous and shrill. The Uchiha stepped into the corridor, coasting himself into the Kitchen. "Morning, father."

"You're moody." Fugaku gruffly echoed. His illusion of a father hefted up the coffee-cup, the liquid frolicking and rippling inside its mug. "Bathroom, no breakfast, then."

"Indeed." Sasuke monotonously riposted; unentertained, drifting over into their house's bathroom. He unclipped his tooth-brush, sighing. "This isn't going to be fun."

The Uchiha unscrewed his tooth-paste's top. Sasuke scattered the paste onto his tooth-brush's fabric, rotating the sink's valve. "I must escape this."

Sasuke immediately settled the tooth-paste into its cup. He clicked the bathroom door open, peering through reality. He couldn't feel his Rinnegan – or Sharingan either.

Itachi sauntered towards his little brother, the latter's charcoal irises pulsing into an infinitesimal crimson. The 1-Tomoe-Sharingan of Amaterasu – her blessing.

"School, Sasuke." Itachi softly chuckled, strapping the backpack onto his brother's shoulders. He tapped Sasuke's head, striding into his own room. "Hm."

Fugaku – in Sasuke's childhood – never desired for Sasuke or Itachi to live in a boarding-school. Amaterasu allowed them to exclusively enter for learning.

The Uchiha suspired inwards, bounding through the corridors. Sasuke ambled into the Kitchen doors, as Fugaku lowered his newspaper. "Breakfast time."

(-)

Sasuke strolled onto the path inside the Shinto demi-god boarding school. He sailed into one of his class-rooms, the class for Shinto-Mythology.

The Uchiha remembered meeting Naruto in similar circumstances. He discarded school and snuck out for a childish and fun time.

He encountered Naruto: who was strolling through Japan's innumerable lanes, a cheeky distortion atop his casual, ageless visage. "Name's Naruto Uzumaki!"

"Sasuke Uchiha…"

The pulsation of illusions immediately clanged in Sasuke's skull and body themselves. He woke up, swallowed by ebony tendrils – until electricity rippled atop his finger's flesh.

Sasuke instantly blurred forward – whizzing through the emptiness of this realm – similar to Izanami's Yomi-Expansion. He settled atop a knee, his shoulder convulsing.

Izanami would never give him isolation, would she? He exclusively desired to be left alone – and occasionally discuss something to his friends – yet still be isolated.

The immutable and ageless monotony Sasuke carried in his personality, visage, and baritone crumbled. He gazed upon the nothingness, the emptiness; growling.

"Keku! I, Sasuke Uchiha, player of pantheons, challenge you!"

Was isolation heinous?

Perhaps.

(-)

Keku sauntered through his configuration of a residence, settling one of his flower vases onto a shelf. He heard his name being invoked – a challenge.

The deity of obscurity immediately dissolved into pulsating, ebony particles. Keku settled inside Izanami's and his emptiness, scanning Sasuke, the latter suspiring.

Sasuke's imperious, silky features were monotonous, pitiless. Still, Keku identified the disgruntlement atop the mercenary's blank and wan visage. "You challenge me, mortal?"

The Uchiha instantly unclicked Totsuka-No-Tsurugi from its divine-scabbard. Keku stepped forward; awed – the blade utilized to kill Kagutsuchi – a deity of fire.

Sasuke and Keku both writhed their inner-energy or divine-power. The former channelling it onto his divine-weapon, pulsating his blessed tool. "Now…"

The Uchiha whizzed forward – towards Keku: who parried the laceration of Sasuke's blade. Huffing inwards, the deity smacked his adversary's abdomen; chortling.

Sasuke backpedalled – striding over in an eternal distortion. He hefted a sizzling kick onto Keku's face, the latter swiping Sasuke's foot onto the concrete.

"I desire isolation." The Uchiha blankly grouched, his baritone pulseless, unentertained. Sasuke twirled his divine-weapon, the crimson inside his ebony growing. "My gaze is changing?"

Sasuke's crimson itself contorted for an infinitesimal fragment of time. The symbols inside his fire-brick irises convulsed into another, pitiless pattern.

The Uchiha flipped over the charcoal spheres of Keku: who growled to himself. Sasuke detected Totsuka-No-Tsurugi echo inside his skull – its energy gentle, immutable.

"Amaterasu. Not the name of your mother…"

"Amaterasu?"

Keku chuckled to himself, flinging another orb of charcoal, whirling energy towards Sasuke. The Uchiha flicked his eye-patch onto his ear – his crimson gaze itself pulsating.

"Illusion."

Sasuke glanced over to Totsuka-No-Tsurugi, channelling his inner-energy back into the weapon. Amaterasu? A name for this variation of his Sharingan – perhaps.

Still, the new variation of his Sharingan immediately dissolved. Sasuke clicked his teeth, whirling over the echo of divine and ebony power – while Keku groaned; perturbed.

"You're unable to utilize all of its power?" Keku listlessly chortled, flinging two cubes of immutable energy. He tapped his realm, producing himself a blade. "Good…"

Keku instantly blurred forward – engulfing himself in a sapphire shroud. Sasuke backpedalled, smacking his divine-weapon into the former's godly-blade; sighing.

The Uchiha back-flipped over another one of his adversary's weapons. Sasuke pulsated Keku into a short-timed illusion, slashing through the latter's shoulder.

Keku's warped and writhing flesh distorted itself, healing the laceration rippling his ageless shoulder. He chuckled, reposing a knee into Sasuke's silky, pitiless visage.

The dying spectral-human flew back into the emptiness. Keku snapped his fingers – summoning the Uchiha: who slipped Totsuka-No-Tsurugi into his timeless face.

"You mortals…" Keku agelessly groaned; unentertained. He parried another slice of the divine-weapon – Izanagi's tool – and settled into his mutilated skeletons. "Are impressive."

"Perhaps." Sasuke humourlessly smirked, electricity rippling onto Totsuka-No-Tsurugi. The Uchiha stepped forward – until his curse-mark frolicked. "Now?"

The murals atop Sasuke's silky, glossy shoulder grew onto his skin. His symbols stretched through his body and flesh, his form itself mutative. "Curse-Mark: Level 1."

Sasuke glanced over to Keku: who produced another rapier. The Uchiha controlled his clanging head – obliterating the desire to eliminate, murder, and kill.

"Control yourself…" Sasuke monotonously grouched, the symbols echoing onto his smooth neck. He tapped his divine-scabbard, his weapon sizzling. "This is a Curse-Mark, hm?"

Sasuke immediately bounded over the flung rapier, his flesh itself was less hefty. His muscles were softer, yet still immutable. He twirled his blade, rolling forward.

The Uchiha parried the ripple of ebony of energy from Keku's skeletal-room. Sasuke blurred forward, hefting a slash onto his adversary's abdomen – until his skull and flesh clanged.

"No."

(-)

Naruto sauntered into his bed-room inside his own apartment complex. The Uzumaki hooked on his head-phones, listening to one of his clips.

He glanced over to his TV remote, seizing it – while clicking a button. Naruto unstrapped his head-phones, inspecting the news frolicking inside the programme. "Huh…"

(-)

Naruto hurried.

(-)

Sadness.

A/N: Bye.