"Hi." = thoughts

"Hi." = talking

"Greetings." = Biju speaking

"Lightning Style: Lightning Bullet." = Jutsu

(-) = finishing to a new situation.

Bye

The hollow and guttural rumble of Kurama's dissolving, echoing voice clanged inside Naruto's bombinating head. He drifted across the gulf of the welkin, his body itself evaporating.

Naruto peered onto his splintered and gashed abdomen, snatching the spear lacerating him from his divine-core. The Uzumaki flicked the golden-decorated weapon forward; groaning.

"Damn, my stomach…"

His arms themselves were crumbling into golden particles of divine-energy. Naruto fossicked for his godly-power – until feeling the depletion of his gargantuan reserves; unperturbed.

"This is the end, huh?" Naruto casually cerebrated to himself, his legs and feet scattering into yellow-molecules. The Uzumaki's sapphire irises perused the empyrean's ebony-particles, humming. "Still…"

"I never give up!" The Uzumaki vociferously grouched, the fragments of the welkin's night conducting themselves into his body. Naruto regenerated his form itself, chuckling. "Kurama?"

Naruto immediately brushed his re-grown, silky fingers across the skin of his abdomen – his and Kurama's nexus being disconnected. He tapped his fingers; absorbing Nyx's domain's energy.

"I'm the god of energy!" He cheekily murmured, converting another ripple of his grand-mother's domain into his own. Naruto stretched his restored fingers, watching them crumble. "Thanks, grandma!"

The Uzumaki propelled himself back towards the concrete of the city, glancing back – descrying the pale, entertained visage of Nyx: whose ageless features scattered into the night's particles.

Naruto's dissolving flesh itself revolved into a golden-scintillation of an energy-shrouded body. He clicked his fingers, writhing the night's molecules into six orbs of ebony-energy.

"I'm manipulating grandma Nyx's energy, eh?"

"Where's Kurama's presence?" Naruto lazily mumbled, echoing a throb of golden-energy into his partner's dimension of hatred. He pressed onto his abdomen, laughing. "And you're back, buddy!"

"Naruto?" Kurama bewilderedly growled, his voice bemused and rumbling. The Kyuubi inspected the unshackled sector of his personal-seal; impressed. "You restored the seal…"

"And you're using your domain." The Kitsune raucously chortled, flicking all nine of his tails into Naruto's energy-system. Kurama tapped the concrete itself, suspiring. "Incredible…"

"Your divine-form…"

"It's called Sage-Of-Six-Paths-Mode!"

"Ah, a name from another one of my stories?"

"Yep!"

(-)

Sasuke stepped onto the hovering platform of Prometheus' materialized, physical magic. He stretched the markings of his pulseless-symbols across his flesh itself; unperturbed.

The Uchiha glanced towards his unsealed, divine spear and blade – Totsuka-No-Tsurugi, Ame-No-Nu-Hoko – sauntering towards the mahogany-throne of Prometheus: who tapped his inked-brush.

"Prometheus." Sasuke monotonously grouched, his baritone lifeless and humourless. He gyrated his spear and blade of creation itself, channelling its divine-energy into his body. "This is the end…"

"Indeed, assassin." The titan sonorously retorted, lounging on top of his beige-painted throne. Prometheus swiped his magical brush through its arm-rests, sighing. "Our rivalry ends, now."

"You mistake yourself." The Uchiha blandly riposted, flicking the fragments of Prometheus' magical-bullets into particles. Sasuke scanned his divine-scabbards' designs, unimpressed. "Prometheus."

"We were never rivals." Sasuke pitilessly refuted, pulsating his weapons' frolicking-power into his purple and sanguine irises. He flourished both of them, suspiring. "The dumbass is my rival."

"I'm wounded, mercenary." Prometheus sarcastically chortled; unbothered. His divine-form's coruscation rippled through his body – as Atlas settled onto the magical-platform. "Atlas, this is my battle."

"I'm observing for fun." Atlas gutturally rumbled, a disappointed, elated grin decorating his features themselves. He healed his gashed skull, perusing the night of the welkin. "Uzumaki was a failure."

"Indeed, Naruto Uzumaki was a weakling!"

Prometheus and Sasuke both stepped forwards – towards their own adversaries. The latter lifted Ame-No-Nu-Hoko, the purple-ripple of Rinnegan itself writhing. "Hm, for this one-time…"

"I shall unchain myself from my bitterness."

"Tengai-Shinsei." Sasuke lackadaisically echoed, booming the over-spilling, inner-energy of his Rinnegan into the aerosphere itself. He gyrated his spear, flicking its sanguine-scabbard. "Amenotejikara."

The body of Atlas instantly blurred onto Sasuke's standing-purlieu – while the Uchiha settled in front of Prometheus: who swiped his energy-clouded fingers over to Sasuke; elated. "Assassin!"

Sasuke lacerated across the scintillating flesh of Prometheus' sempiternal-hand, hoisting a cruel and sizzling kick onto the titan's rune-engulfed chest – watching him fly into his beige-throne.

"Prometheus. Your shackled power is nothing." Sasuke monotonously grouched; unimpressed. He blurred forward, Totsuka-No-Tsurugi slashing onto a crimson-rapier's metal. "Hm…"

"You're using all of your power?!" Prometheus ecstatically boomed, gathering all of the universe's absorbed magic from his reserves. He snapped his fingers, crumbling his eternal-platform. "Good!"

Prometheus – utilizing his divine-form – flittered towards Sasuke, hurtling his calloused and silky hand into the Uchiha's smooth visage, flicking him through an innumerable amount of edifices.

Sasuke immediately pulsated his energy into the divinity of Ame-No-Nu-Hoko, channelling its power into the symbols of his Curse-Mark. He pitilessly smirked to himself, feeling his body convulse.

"Curse-Mark: Level 2…"

"Amaterasu."

The inextinguishable, obsidian flames of Sasuke's rotating Mangekyo sizzled Prometheus' divine-flesh. The titan gyrated his brush across the boiling fire incinerating his skin, unperturbed. "Interesting…"

Sasuke's dancing-symbols decorated themselves over his being itself, his pale muscles evaporated into the body of an abomination. He writhed into his mutative-form, sighing. "Chidori…"

He stretched his ebony, grey-painted wings – as Sasuke blurred over to Prometheus in a sempiternal shroud of charcoal-energy. The Chidori flicked itself into the titan's augmented abdomen, crumbling.

Prometheus seized Sasuke's electrical, smooth hand, smacking the Uchiha's thunder-swallowed fingers onto his knee. Sasuke shunted his skull back, hauling it at the former's chin.

Sasuke converged his inner-energy into another Chidori, rippling the lightning-blade into a spear of electricity. He flung it towards Prometheus: whose runes summoned a mahogany-barricade.

"I modified myself into a true monster, assassin!" Prometheus ecstatically chortled, a splinter of magic and divine-energy washing across the welkin. He twirled his ebony-brush; humming. "Still, you."

"You are stronger than a true monster." The titan languidly murmured, repulsing the electrical-clang of power. Prometheus tapped his beige-sigil, growing himself a rapier. "Mercenary…"

"You are an abomination of abominations!" He gleefully echoed, his falsetto itself rippling the aerosphere. Prometheus slashed his rapier over to Sasuke: who flicked back the weapon. "Come on, Uchiha!"

Sasuke immediately pulsated another strum of his Rinnegan's energy from Totsuka-No-Tsurugi. He clicked back his divine-spear into its scabbard, writhing his fingers into a gesticulation.

"Bansho Ten'in."

The Uchiha's pitiless, spectral presence itself hurtled Prometheus towards him in a telekinetic throb of power. The latter slung his rapier forward – until Sasuke lacerated his scintillating-clavicle.

"Tibia." Sasuke internally listed to himself, pedalling Totsuka-No-Tsurugi into a section of Prometheus' calloused leg. He sliced his weapon back up, gashing his visage. "The temple of his head."

Prometheus' divine-regeneration rippled his lacerated flesh into restoring itself. He stretched his unsmooth hand back, sailing his coarse-fingers into Sasuke's chest – the latter sighing.

"Amenotejikara."

Sasuke swapped his stand-sector – blurring onto the terrain where Atlas was watching their little battle. He flapped his ebony-wings, settling onto one of the city's innumerable roof-tops.

Prometheus and Atlas both immediately glanced towards the empyrean, descrying a gargantuan asteroid slinging itself onto their forms – obliterating another sector of the purlieu.

Atlas – scattered from the asteroid itself – drove his claws of ebony-energy into the meteorite's material. He gazed onto Sasuke: whose pitiless, cruel, crimson and purple irises themselves danced.

Sasuke instantly clicked Ame-No-Nu-Hoko from its sigil-painted, sanguine-scabbard, strumming an echo of his inner-energy into its eternal metal. He clicked his teeth, feeling his presence frolic.

"Izanagi created Onogoro-Shima using this." The Uchiha humourlessly cerebrated, hooking himself onto the spear. Sasuke suspired outwards, booming his inner-power. "It's mine to use…"

The feeling and notion of creation and destruction themselves echoed inside Sasuke's skull. Totsuka-No-Tsurugi and Ame-No-Nu-Hoko both throbbed, echoing in the Uchiha's energy-system.

"Amaterasu called me obliteration." Sasuke blandly grouched to himself, flicking a ripple of the two divine-weapons' power forward. He raised both of them, his form itself convulsing. "Perhaps I am…"

The Mangekyo's pattern itself revolved into the one of the Eternal-Mangekyo-Sharingan. Sasuke twirled the two tools of divine-energy, flicking a gyration of creation and destruction onto the concrete.

Prometheus and Atlas both were propelled backwards by creation and obliteration's ripple, the former channelling his magical-energy into a glaive – as he summoned himself another beige-barrier.

"His presence…" Atlas bemusedly murmured, an elated and flummoxed grin decorating his features themselves. He stretched his nails into his ebony-claws, chuckling. "It's growing!"

"He is mine to obliterate, Atlas!" Prometheus aggressively boomed back, hurtling his brother into the echo of Sasuke's writhing-energy. He channelled his magical-reserves, humming. "It's play-time, then."

Atlas immediately drilled his elongated-nails of energy into the strum of the Uchiha's throbbing presence itself – until pausing. The titan gazed at the night's molecules – feeling an alteration of destiny.

The raucous and cacophonous clang of an immature soprano laughing splintered the aerosphere itself. Atlas descried a golden-shrouded outline: whose crimson, orange, and golden irises frolicked.

"Thanks for giving me some time, bastard!" Naruto casually vociferated, the power in his baritone itself palpitating the empyrean. He tapped the night's molecules, unperturbed. "Hah!"

"My pleasure, you dumbass." Sasuke pitilessly smirked back, echoing another pulsation of creation and destruction forward. He twirled both of his weapons, suspiring. "Your divine-form is unimpressive."

"Your curse-mark form is a monster's!" The Uzumaki cheekily mocked, reposing himself onto the roof-top. Naruto tapped his Truth-Seeking-Orbs, brushing their obsidian-molecules. "Sasuke."

"Naruto."

"We can leave Kronos' fellow titans to them." Naruto casually riposted, an elated and cheeky grin over his scintillating-visage. He elongated his ebony-orb into a staff, chortling. "I'm stronger, now!"

"My abilities and weapons are stronger than yours."

Sasuke and Naruto both straightened themselves up – peering over to Atlas and Prometheus. The titans clanged their divine-energy across their forms themselves, the former shedding his skin.

The Uchiha clicked Totsuka-No-Tsurugi and Ame-No-Nu-Hoko back into their sanguine-scabbards. Sasuke felt the augmentations they gave his inner-energy, sighing. "Now…"

Atlas – shrouded in the obsidian-particles of his divine-form – whizzed forwards; towards Naruto: who repulsed the titan's energy-swallowed hand, laughing. "Come on! Atlas!"

The titan grinned elatedly to himself, pulsating another myriad of divine-energy into his body. Atlas thrusted a summoned, golden-spear over to Naruto – the latter gyrating his ebony-staff.

Naruto's Truth-Seeking-Orb staff and Atlas' golden-decorated spear clashed onto one another's material. The aerosphere of the city itself rippled – a clang of energy pulsating across the cosmos themselves.

The Uzumaki slashed his charcoal-staff across Atlas' collar-bone, planting his scintillating-foot onto the titan's abdomen. He hurtled Atlas into the concrete itself, absorbing his divine-energy.

Naruto converted his adversary's godly-power into his own energy-system, channelling an echo of Kurama's chakra onto his golden-shrouded finger, perusing the splintered-section of the city.

"Tailed-Beast-Bomb-Rasenshuriken!"

The Uzumaki immediately flittered towards Atlas – hurtling his spherical-weapon into the convulsing titan's body. Naruto stumbled backwards in the empyrean – feeling a ripple of growing-power.

He glanced back over to Prometheus and Sasuke: who slung a writhing, obsidian Chidori into the entity's chest. The former growled, pulsating his runes into the surface of the city.

"Chidori: Obliteration-Of-All…" Sasuke hollowly echoed, his baritone spectral and pulseless. He – using his divine-weapons' eternal-energy – dissolved Prometheus' magical-power, unbothered. "Hm."

Sasuke flicked Prometheus' unconscious, scattering body onto the terrain itself. He flickered towards Naruto: who dissolved the particles of his Tailed-Beast-Rasenshuriken, humming. "We won."

"No, dumbass." Sasuke monotonously retorted; unimpressed. He evaporated his obsidian Chidori, stretching the rippling-wings of his lifeless-markings' form, suspiring. "You can feel it. The power."

"Prometheus is using some of Kronos' divine-energy…"

(-)

Leo Valdez's crumbling body of Chaos' obsidian-molecules scattered into an innumerable amount of ebony-fragments. Kronos palpitated on top of the surface itself, his vulnerable-body convulsing.

"You pathetic mortal!" Kronos gutturally grouched, the sigil of Chaos rippling through his form itself. His golden irises perused Leo's dissolved flesh, entertained. "Good riddance!"

Kronos immediately climbed up to his feet, gyrating Back-Biter into his signature, golden-scythe. He inspected the inundation of blood flooding his skin, licking the fluid from his mortal-husk.

"Still…" The titan gruffly rasped, swallowing another flood of blood from his gashed shoulder. Kronos twirled his yellow-sickle, gulping in the blood painted across his calloused-lips. "This…"

"This is the feeling of mortality!" The titan gleefully boomed, echoing a pulsation of time-writhing energy over to Charles' detonated corpse. He tapped the scythe at the terrain, humming. "Perseus."

Percy disregarded all of the clangs and baritones booming inside the empyrean itself. He peered over to the scattered, deceased body of Charles, the particles of Leo's crumbled body, aggravated.

"Kronos…" Percy gently murmured to himself, writhing the ocean of the city's water-supply into a gargantuan-hand. He raised three of his fingers, splintering the hand into four glaives. "You shall pay for this."

The demi-god remembered a spillikin of Sasuke Uchiha's advice from the first-time the two interacted. He slapped his glaive's across Kronos' skin – as the titan manipulated time into healing his gash.

"You shall succeed."

"Or else you fail."

"I'm gonna succeed." Percy grouchily growled, pulsating the four glaives of water over to Kronos: whose visage was lacerated by the flood of weapons. "Annabeth, you take care of them all, okay?"

"Percy, wait a second!" Annabeth concernedly interrupted, strapping one of her knives onto Percy. She stepped back, bounding over to a deluge of abominations: who all hissed. "You better win! Okay?"

"Yep!"

Percy immediately blurred forward, writhing the glaives of water into a sapphire-decorated armour. Kronos paused time – until the former flung an icicle of the ocean into his grand-father's neck.

"Ignore the gore…"

Kronos chuckled to himself in an elated and pitiless baritone, controlling time into healing his gashed throat. The titan-in-a-mortal-husk pressed his scythe onto the shrapnel, humming.

"If you accepted my proposal of working for me…" Kronos throatily echoed, swiping three, calloused fingers across his features. He twirled his golden scythe, rippling his domain. "No."

"No point for me to cerebrate over an impossible future."

Percy – shrouded by his water-created armour – hurtled a slash from Riptide onto Kronos' abdomen. The titan flicked his sickle at the demi-god's visage – as the Curse-Of-Achilles repulsed the wound.

"Luke." Percy grimly mumbled, parrying another ripple of Kronos' time-palpitating power. He stabbed Riptide into the latter's knee, flinging it through the titanic-mortal's leg. "If you can hear me."

"I'm sorry." The son of the seas sympathetically groused, scattering Kronos' lacerated leg into a spillikin of gashed flesh. Percy clicked his teeth, disregarding the morbidity of his slash. "For all you endured."

The golden irises of the time-lord himself revolved into the signature, azure gaze of Luke: who granted Percy a bitter, ashamed smile. Luke clutched onto the metal of Riptide; gasping. "Thank you…"

Percy converged his signature blade back into the form of a pen, flicking the tool into his sapphire-shirt's top pocket. The son of the seas seized Annabeth's knife – stabbing it through Luke's skull.

"The hero's soul, cursed blade shall reap…"

(-)

Prometheus channelled the splinter of Kronos' stolen divine-energy into his energy-reserves, converting the power into his flesh. He stretched his five fingers forward, garnering a ripple of time.

Atlas, himself, regenerated from his innumerable wounds, his hollow and ebony sockets perusing the bullets of time-rippling energy. He flicked his brother's shoulder, disappointed. "You disobey our lord?"

"No. I'm using a fragment of his power." Prometheus pitilessly smirked, growing the proportions of his body into the size of a sky-scraper. He conducted his magic-power, chuckling. "It's time!"

Prometheus' vociferation from his echoing, rumbling falsetto created a boom of rippling energy, crumbling a section of the city. He staggered forward, flinging the bullets onto his two adversaries.

"Naruto." Sasuke monotonously grouched, elongating his Chidori-Spear into the spillikins of time. He dissolved his electric-blade, stretching his ebony-wings of pulseless-power. "Listen to me."

The Uzumaki immediately peered over to Sasuke: who inspected the gargantuan form of Prometheus. The Uchiha suspired inwards, feeling the titan's growing magic-reserves. "This isn't our pinnacle."

"We can still get stronger!" Naruto casually grinned, channelling his divine-form's chakra into his hands and irises themselves. He flew into the empyrean, tapping his ebony-orbs. "Atlas! Get bigger!"

Atlas gleefully chortled to himself, elongating his own body's proportions to a height comparable to a sky-scraper's. He twirled his enlarged spear, chortling. "What, now?! Uzumaki!"

"Kurama!" Naruto internally boomed, canalizing his long-time partner's energy into his body itself. He writhed Kurama's chakra into the form of a gargantuan Kitsune, unperturbed. "100%!"

Naruto – in Kurama's body of transparency – hurtled all nine of his golden tails onto the titan. Atlas clicked his teeth, being slapped across the fragmented concrete of the city.

The Uzumaki and titan both garnered the last of their energies – the two of them utilizing 100% of their divine-power, chakra, and nature-energy. Naruto flittered forward, manipulating Kurama's presence.

"Atlas!"

"Uzumaki!"

Naruto gathered the sempiternal-energy of Kurama, his own father's upper-air nature-energy. The Uzumaki lifted all five of the Kyuubi's body's golden-shrouded fingers, chuckling. "Heh!"

"Six-Paths: Ultra-Big-Ball-Rasenshuriken!"

"Titan-Style: Destroyer-Of-Creation!"

(-)

Sasuke parried the rippling echo of Prometheus' magical-power. The Uchiha flapped his ebony-wings, drifting towards the titan's elongated and enlarged abdomen.

"Fire-Style: Great-Fire-Annihilation…"

He immediately pulsated an illimitable shroud of sanguine flames over to Prometheus' grown visage. Sasuke clicked Totsuka-No-Tsurugi from its scabbard, driving it through his adversary's neck.

The Uchiha shunted his divine-blade back from Prometheus' lacerated throat, watching the wound regenerate. Sasuke seized Ame-No-Nu-Hoko, strumming his weapons' abilities.

His Eternal-Mangekyo-Sharingan and Rinnegan themselves both danced, the former's energy squirming from ebony into purple, growing the Uchiha a gargantuan, purple suit of armour.

"Susanoo…"

Prometheus and Sasuke both blurred forward, convulsing the aerosphere of the city itself. The Uchiha gyrated his Susanoo's purple-blade, lifting the weapon up into the empyrean.

"Kirin: Massive."

Sasuke instantly clutched Prometheus' restored neck – using his Susanoo's gargantuan-fingers – and flicked him into the mouth of the snarling, sapphire-dragon: who devoured the titan's body.

The Uchiha's purple suit of gigantic armour dissolved as Sasuke perused Prometheus' crumbling body. He settled onto a splintered roof-top, evaporating his Curse-Mark's symbols.

Naruto flickered onto the roof-top, scattering the golden molecules of Sage-Of-Six-Paths-Mode and Kyuubi-Chakra-Mode. He brushed his fingers across his neck, laughing. "We won, ya bastard!"

"Dumbass." Sasuke blandly smirked, clicking Totsuka-No-Tsurugi back into its sanguine, sigil-decorated scabbard. He inspected Atlas' own, crumbling body; suspiring. "I was still more impressive."

"Sure! You sardonic moron!" Naruto childishly retorted, a cheeky and elated grin painting itself over his sempiternal-visage. He slouched, descrying the death and obliteration of the city. "Oh…"

Sasuke instantly seized both Totsuka-No-Tsurugi and Ame-No-Nu-Hoko, hooking them onto a nexus of his Curse-Mark. He channelled their divine-energies, sighing. "Creation and destruction."

"Listen to me…" The Uchiha pitilessly echoed, his soprano humourless and lifeless. Sasuke gyrated the two-weapons, clanging the presences of their powers. "I recreate this city."

The clang and strum of Totsuka-No-Tsurugi and Ame-No-Nu-Hoko boomed across the fragments of the city, restoring all of the scattered edifices or the crumbled paths.

Sasuke flicked the two divine-weapons back into their sanguine-scabbards. Naruto and he stretched their fists forward – both of them fist-bumping one another; smirking or grinning.

The Uchiha instantly blurred forward – towards Percy's faction's personal-sector. Sasuke flickered onto the restored podium, identifying Annabeth and Percy: who was carrying a charred corpse.

Percy sauntered onto the podium – the deceased bodies being reposed on top of it – settling Charles Beckendorf's detonated-form into the deluge of corpses, sighing. "Sasuke. Thanks for helping."

"Percy." Sasuke monotonously interrupted, his soprano unsympathetic and lackadaisical. He stepped onto the podium's lower-platform; suspiring. "Death is a natural function."

"Still…"

The Uchiha glanced back towards Percy, inspecting the charred, sizzled corpse of Charles Beckendorf: who was softly smiling to himself. Sasuke blurred into the empyrean, dissolving.

"It's never going to be pleasurable to watch…"

(-)

Aether and Hemera lounged on top of their golden, crimson-painted thrones. The latter flicked her finger at the detailed-illustrations of the novel, flittering it onto a new, scintillating-page.

Naruto reposed himself onto the throne-room's carpet – shrouded by the golden molecules of his transportation-globe. He peered over to his father: who hummed. "I feel your growth. Impressive."

The Uzumaki disregarded his creator, sauntering into the gargantuan palace's corridor. Naruto stepped into his own bed-room, sinking into the fabric of his yellow-decorated sofa. "Kurama…"

"Hm?"

"We won in the end." Naruto cheekily chuckled, hurtling his bed-room's television remote into his eternal-fingers. He pressed a button, flicking it onto a programme. "Still, buddy?"

"The victory feels hollow."

"You can't feel bad for their deaths. They were never your responsibility."

"I guess…"

(-)

Death and life were such interesting notions for mortals. Some of the mortals craved death, the ones who wanted to thrive desired life. They were both shackled, chained to their nonsensical beliefs.

Chaos stepped onto a mahogany-chair, writhing his primitive gulf of a form into a humanoid-body. They flicked their tuxedo's tie, reposing themselves onto their seat's fabric. "Leo Valdez."

Leo immediately peered over to the immortal creator of his pantheon; bewildered. He perused his regrown fingers, brushing the arm-rests of Chaos' abode's chair. "I'm hallucinating!"

"Perhaps." Chaos casually smirked, stirring their chop-sticks through the Ramen's sizzling bowl. They swallowed in a deluge of noodles, creating Leo his own platter of food. "My great-grand-kid loves this."

"Now, you used an infinitesimal fragment of my essence." The creator monotonously complained, gulping in another flood of food. They tapped their chop-sticks onto the table, sighing. "My power."

"You're Chaos?!"

"No, I'm a wizard." They sarcastically retorted, scattering their bowl of Ramen into ebony-particles. Chaos used their omniscience to clang Leo Valdez's death inside their head, unbothered. "Damn!"

"Now." Chaos monotonously groaned, flinging all five of their humanoid-body's fingers forward. They clicked their fingers, crumbling Leo's form into obsidian-particles. "Where was I?"

They immediately dissolved their mortal-form, revolving themselves back into the form of a timeless-abyss. Chaos created another universe, designing the inhabitants of its innumerable planets.

"I'm gonna name you…Mr. Gun!"

(-)

Percy and Annabeth were both canoodling one another inside the realm of Camp Half-Blood's signature lake. The latter clutched onto the demi-god's shoulder, kissing his ardent and smooth lips.

Clarisse, Connor, and Travis all gleefully smirked to themselves – while their fellow-campers all discussed and gossiped about the changes the camp would be given – until an individual gasped.

They all immediately peered towards the empyrean – as an obsidian-miasma of energy rippled inside the welkin. Leo Valdez – Leo Valdez? – hurtled himself into the water, groaning. "My beautiful muscles!"

Annabeth and Percy both flung themselves back from another, identifying the grinning features of Leo: who perused their embarrassed, bemused, and puzzled visages. "Eh!"

"You two were being lewd, huh?" Leo cheekily chuckled, surfing onto the top of the water. His feet themselves pulsated, a spiral of fire hurtling him onto the camp's surface. "I approve!"

"YOU'RE ALIVE?!"

Percy instantly teared-up – his vision being swallowed by ecstatic and relieved tears. The Hephaestus-Cabin members all flooded their half-sibling in a gargantuan hug of elation. "Thanks for the hugs!"

Annabeth and Percy both peered over at the deluge of demi-gods: who all high-fived their buddies and pals. The latter stepped onto the concrete, clutching Annabeth's silky fingers.

"Your sacrifices weren't useless…"

"Thank you! All of you!"

(-)

Leo sauntered onto one of Camp Half-Blood's innumerable paths, reposing himself atop the over-spilling grass; cross-legged. He elongated his screw-driver, dragging it through the soil.

"What's up…?" Leo cheekily grinned, flicking his screw-driver back into its infinitesimal-form. The mechanic glanced towards the lane inside camp, identifying an illusion of an individual. "Mr. Ghost-Boy."

"I never believed you died." Sasuke callously smirked; unimpressed. The Uchiha blurred forward – in a shroud of purple and ebony – dissolving into obsidian-molecules. "Heh…"

"Yep! Mr. Play-Boy ain't dying!"

(-)

1 Month Later:

Sasuke flickered across the path of Yomi, channelling a spectral Chidori onto his phantom-hand. He flicked it forward, lacerating through the clavicle of a rouge apparition.

He dissolved the electricity dancing on top of his hollow-fingers, slashing the phantom's skull into spillikins. Sasuke slipped his hands into his ebony-slacks' pockets, sighing. "Phantom 5 eliminated."

"Thanks, Sasuke." Shinigami telepathically clanged back, fossicking through his innumerable flood of files. The death deity pressed his sickle onto his mahogany office-desk, groaning. "10, 000 scriptures."

"What, now?"

"Ah, Omoikane descried an amalgamation of spectral-energy in Daikokuten's dimension."

"His punishment ended?" The Uchiha monotonously riposted, scattering himself into frolicking and ebony particles. He settled into Shinigami's office, perusing the file. "Hm…"

"Yep. Worst helper, I swear." Shinigami dryly murmured to himself, reclining onto his obsidian-painted chair. The death-god flourished his sickle, summoning himself a duplicate. "Haru Shikairu died."

"I'm retrieving his soul." The Shinto deity of death's duplicate morosely retorted, flying into the gulf of a portal. He settled his sickle onto his eternal-hip, sighing. "I hate my role sometimes."

"Sasuke, ya got this?"

"Indeed." The Uchiha lackadaisically grouched, pulsating himself back into his spectral-body. Sasuke pressed two, smooth fingers onto the file's sigil, being hurtled into Daikokuten's realm. "Okay…"

Sasuke immediately lifted up the eye-patch occluding his rippling Rinnegan. He perused the dimension itself, descrying the traces of a phantom's obliterated essence. "The soul was destroyed."

The Uchiha unclicked Ame-No-Nu-Hoko from its sanguine-scabbard, manipulating its control over creation. Sasuke recreated the spectre's scattered essence, sighing. "Whose soul is this?"

The fragments and particles of the crumbled phantom frolicked – until restoring itself. The soul of an individual – who carried a blade in his abdomen – inspected Sasuke, bemused. "Itachi's kid brother?!"

"Shisui…"

Shisui was one of Itachi's most trusted comrades, Sasuke's and Itachi's cousin, from being a progeny of Susanoo. Shisui's phantasmal, obsidian irises perused Sasuke, bewildered.

The phantom-body of Shisui instantly writhed into the form of an abomination – as pulseless-markings swallowed his skin itself. Sasuke channelled in another Chidori, flinging it through Shisui's head.

"Izanami…" Sasuke pitilessly echoed to himself, dissolving the electricity of his sapphire Chidori. The Uchiha scanned Shisui's crumbling spectral-form; unperturbed. "You're back, then."

Sasuke instantly clutched the file from Shinigami, pressing the mahogany-sigil – as he blurred into his boss' office. The deity gyrated his favourite pen, huffing. "Good work-…"

"Izanami's back." Sasuke lackadaisically riposted, clicking Ame-No-Nu-Hoko into its rune-painted, crimson-scabbard. He stepped forward, crumbling into spectral-fragments. "Hm…"

"Damn…" Shinigami sonorously murmured, brushing his pen onto another of his parchments. He tapped his desk, slinging the file of information into Amaterasu's post-box. "This ain't good…"

"Izanami. What are you planning?"

(-)

Morning:

Sasuke swiped his ebony-decorated tooth-brush across his smooth and physical teeth. He hoisted it back into its cup, coasting the towel itself onto the flesh of his eternal, silky visage.

He stepped into his apartment complex's bed-room, slipping on a casual, sapphire-painted t-shirt and obsidian slacks. Sasuke sauntered towards his Kitchen, opening up the cabinets.

"No food." The Uchiha blandly grouched to himself, perambulating over to the rack of his domicile. Sasuke flicked a roll of cash into his pockets, hefting on his shoes. "Hm, to the café, then."

Sasuke opened up his apartment-door, ambling onto the steps of the edifice. He slipped his hands into his ebony-trousers' pockets themselves, feeling the frosty zephyr of England's city.

He sauntered through the local path of town, disregarding his fellow pedestrians and the multifarious individuals. Sasuke identified one of the innumerable cafes, stepping into it as the bell clanged.

The Uchiha meandered into a star-decorated chair, clutching the café's menu from the desk. Sasuke perused the different types of teas and coffee, suspiring. "Waiter."

"Chocolate-Cake and White-Tea, please." He monotonously selected, hoisting the menu back into its little, beige-painted box. Sasuke seized his phone, swiping through his news-application. "Hm."

The most popular news article on his phone's system was of some type of film garnering a gargantuan revenue. Sasuke clicked his phone, inspecting the screen of information.

"Your meal, sir." The waiter politely mumbled, hauling the chocolate-cake's and white-tea's plates onto Sasuke's desk. He stepped over to another table, clutching his pen. "Your orders?"

Sasuke pressed the power button of his phone, slipping it back into his trousers' pockets. The Uchiha gyrated his knife, slashing the chocolate-cake into edible spillikins. "Still, an unhealthy meal."

He seized his cup of sizzling, white-tea, gulping in a deluge of the beverage from his mug. Sasuke perused the café's customers, hearing the bell rippling. "Izanami is returning?"

"No issue."

(-)

Sasuke planted his roll of £10 onto the front-desk of the popular café. The Uchiha stepped into the local lane of the city, sauntering into the edifice of a grocery-shop.

He pedalled through the innumerable amounts of food, flicking them all onto his shopping trolley. Sasuke rolled it towards the line of individuals, waiting for a booth to be available.

"Why's a kid not at school?" A sarcastic and grouchy baritone chuckled. The individual coasted his hands into the pockets of his ebony-decorated trench-coat, huffing. "Heh, assassin."

"And who may you be?" Sasuke monotonously retorted, shunting his trolley forward in the flood of a line. He tapped the metal of his shopping-trolley, sighing. "A client, perhaps? My business was-…"

"Stopped." The raucous, cacophonous voice grouched to himself. He flicked his fedora onto his head, brushing a calloused and unsmooth hand across his neck. "I gotcha, kid. No, I wanted to meetcha."

"Me? A phantom-destroyer?" The Uchiha lackadaisically riposted; unimpressed. Sasuke heard another clang from the cashier's booth, rolling his trolley into the deluge of people. "What could I offer?"

"Nothing much." The creature of obscurity pitilessly chortled, hurtling his own shopping-trolley forward. He perused the cashier and customers, humming. "No school?"

"Home-schooled." Sasuke blandly grouched, hauling all of his products onto the escalator on the booth. He unclipped his credit-card from his wallet; suspiring. "What are your intentions?"

"I wanted to offer ya something." The guttural, throaty soprano mumbled. He opened up his trench-coat, flinging a business-card over to Sasuke: who clutched the plastic. "Give me a call, okay?"

Sasuke thrusted his trolley forward – descrying the cashier listing the price of his products on the bank-note. He swiped his credit-card through the machine, unperturbed. "I won't be."

"Thank you for shopping at this store, sir!" The cashier gratefully vociferated, slipping another flood of products into a bag. She glanced over to the customer: who was missing. "Huh…"

The Uchiha flickered onto the railing of an edifice, carrying the store-bag. Sasuke blurred forward – in a purple-distortion of energy –, settling onto the railing of his own apartment-complex.

Sasuke hurtled the bag of products onto his living-room desk, heaving his credit-card and wallet atop a shelf. He reposed himself onto his sofa, clicking on one of its innumerable programmes.

He peered over at the bombinating channel frolicking on the screen, his favourite programme – Bad-Boys – was being renewed for a season 2. Its story carried multifarious plot-points and drama.

Oh, what was the point of Sasuke eliminating phantoms?

Only business.

A/N

Okay, folks. This is the official end for my few-month-old story - Only-Business. Thanks for all of the people who read this fanfiction - one I created on a whim. It was fun writing about the adventures of a phantom Sasuke being Sasuke and Naruto being Naruto.

Sequel?

Maybe. When I wrote Only-Business I wasn't expecting to be writing another chapter. I shall confess, the plot of this fanfiction is messy and unplanned. I was improvising most of the plot until chapter 10 - where I officially created an outline for the plot and story.

Now, I ended this chapter by getting my boy Sasuke to buy groceries. Who's this mysterious-individual? You'd need a sequel to learn of his identity. Yep, I plan on writing a sequel - not for a while. Sorry.

Other stories?

I wrote this double SI Naruto and Sasuke fanfic called New-Earth. The writing in the fic is crap. I over-used adverbs. Hell, I still over-use descriptive words in my writing. Still, I'm planning on creating either another Naruto fanfiction or a Dragon-Ball fanfiction.

What was the point of ending all chapters by using [While Naruto hurried]?

No clue.

Ending-Notes.

Not much else to write in for my author-notes. Still, thanks to all the people who checked out this fic on my updates. I shall see you all in the sequel or another fic for the same or another fandom.

A/N: Bye.