Disclaimer: Wouldn't you like to know. No Anime names
shall be used only Nordic Deities and ones that I've made up.
Lost Gods!
A TBA/ Continuation/ Altaverse Fanfic
By Hawk
C&C welcome, as well as flames at Hawk49er@attbi.com
Authors Notes: If you don't know your Norse Gods and
Goddess look at the end of the Prologue for explanations.
You'll probably be able to tell which anime characters I'm
using, but you might not. I have no clue if you will or won't.
This is a work of fantasy and none of it should be taken
seriously.
"Someone talking"
_Emphasizing something_
A sound affect
*Thoughts*
SOMEONE SHOUTING LOUDLY
. . . 3 second pause
. . . . . . 6 second pause
Prologue - A Gods Angels
A Looooonnnngggg Time Ago:
His boots echoed on the seemingly endless pearl
hallway he was walking down. With ever step he took, a
resounding clunk followed. He was walking down a bright
hallway, one which an ordinary person would stop to marvel
at with it's beautiful and perfectly done carvings and designs.
But he wasn't an ordinary person. He was far from
ordinary. Extremely handsome and well built, the man was
dress in black armor, a black cape flowing behind him, black
fingerless gloves on each hand. His face held three long, red
rectangular markings which pulsed with ever step he took.
Soon enough he reached a finely cut wooden desk,
elaborate designs covering it completely, a dazzling blue
haired woman sitting behind it. She looked up at his entrance.
"Mokushi! What are you doing here?" the woman asked in
surprise.
"I'm here to see Odin-sama!" Mokushi barked before
stomping off angrily to two huge doors, both covered in
detailed designs.
"He's busy right now! You can't go in there!" the
woman shouted sitting up from her seat to follow Mokushi.
"He _will_ see me now!" Mokushi raged immediately
before slamming the two doors open and disappearing into an
extremely bright light behind it.
*********
Three men stood in a room filled with plants and
animals, the size of which unknown, and the beauty to great
for any mortal to possibly comprehend. In front of the three
sat a throne and a man who's head was held high as if for the
whole world to see.
"We begged the old hag name Thaukt, but she replied,
'Thaukt will wail, with dry tears, Baldur's bale-fire. Let Hela
keep her own'," the first man said in a sad and tired voice.
"I see," a man with a long white bread replied plainly.
Two ravens sat on the shoulders of his thrown as well as two
wolves which sat on either side of said chair. A long spear sat
in his lap and the crown upon his head showed a bird opening
its wings.
"We have reason to believe that Thaukt is, in fact, the
treacherous fiend Loki in disguise, Odin-sama. Doesn't that
mean anything. Loki did in fact weep for Baldur, so if Loki is
in fact Thaukt, wouldn't it not matter, for all things living
would have wept for him," the second man pleaded, eyes
brimmed with tears.
"It is not of my decision. Hela is the one that will
decide Baldur's fate," Odin-sama explained, one of his white
eyebrows raised, his eyes also brimmed with slight wetness.
The third man opened his mouth to replied, but got no
further as a figure stomped furiously into the room, his heavy
boots disrupting the quiet serenity of the room.
"Odin-sama! I-" Mokushi started before cutting
himself off at the sight of the three Gods in his company.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the three C's. Crap, Crappier,
and, of course, Crappiest," he said in a monotone voice, a
nod to each God with each insult.
The third God crossed his arms and looked ready to
speak, but the second beat him to it. "Well, if it isn't the
Almighty Asshole." the other two nodded in agreement.
Mokushi flipped them the bird.
The third God, otherwise known as Crappiest, gave
him a raspberry.
"Oh that's mature!" Mokushi exclaimed sarcastically.
Crappiest just shrugged his shoulders in response to
the two other Gods curious looks.
"Ahem!"
Left eyes twitching, multiple sweat drops hanging
from the back of their heads, the four present Gods turned to
face the speaker.
"Aheh! Odin-sama, when did you get here?" the spiky
haired God asked scratching the back of his head nervously,
his companions mirroring his facial expression perfectly.
Odin-sama raised an eyebrow at him curiously.
Shaking his head, Mokushi pushed his way through
the three Gods and marched up to Odin-sama's thrown. Odin-
sama's dogs growled at him, but he ignored them by
addressing the 'Almighty', "Odin-sama, I demand to know
why I don't have an angel!"
"Oh, for the love of Ga-! Ahhhh!" the third God
finished loudly while stretching his arms. As all eye shifted to
him, he replied sharply, "What, a God can't yawn around
here when he wants too?"
The others, including Odin-sama, rolled their eyes.
"Odin-sama, this is ridiculous! We don't time to
discuss whether or not Apocalypse deserves an angel!" the
first God exclaimed in shock.
"Yeah! We have to decide what to do with Thaukt!
We can't let Hela keep Baldur!" the second God shouted
looking backing and forth between Odin-sama and Mokushi.
"Baldur is dead, Courage! The world has wept and he
has not returned from Hel which likely means he won't!"
Mokushi shot back.
"You cared nothing for Baldur! All that matter to you
was his death!" the first God raged, fists balled and turning
white.
"Yes, it's true that his death will bring the world one
step closer to Ragnarok, but I wept! I wept for Baldur! Does
that not prove that I cared for him!? Even in the slightest!?"
"No. You. You're an asshole Apocalypse. You were
created to help start Ragnarok, not prevent it," the third God
replied in a dead voice, arms crossed over his chest and eye
averted to the side.
Odin-sama had heard enough. "Compassion," the
small red haired God looked at him, "Courage," the spiky
haired God looked up to him, "Confidence," the third,
midnight black haired God turned his gaze to Odin-sama.
Each name had been said in a dead serious voice, one that
stopped all forth coming arguments from the three Gods.
"Sorry, Odin-sama," the three said in unison.
"Now, Apocalypse, can't this-" Odin-sama started
calmly.
"No it can't! I _deserve_ an Angel! I'm a First Class,
First Category, Unlimited and I still haven't received my
Angel!" Mokushi argued. He was one of the top Gods, third
in rank to Odin-sama himself and he still didn't have his own
Angel.
The three Gods remained silent this time, but
continued giving Mokushi distasteful looks.
Odin-sama regarded Mokushi by speaking slowly and
knowingly, "One Angel? Is that all you want?"
"Well . . . I was thinking more along the lines of
four," Mokushi answered awkwardly.
"What!? Odin-sama, this is absurd!" Compassion
shouted, eyes wide in shock.
"My brother's right! Being allowed one Angel is fine,
but to be given three more is. . . is just . . . just, I don't know!
Just not right!" Courage exclaimed adding to Compassion's
complaint.
The room went quite, all eyes turning to Confidence.
He continued to stand, arms crossed, eyes and mouth closed
as if he'd fallen asleep while standing up.
"Well Confidence. I know you wish to speak your
piece," Odin-sama said calmly, paying attention to only
Confidence.
"Odin-sama, you as much as anyone should know that
I'll stick by whatever my brothers say. I too believe what
Apocalypse says is . . . unfair I believe was the word my
brother was looking for." Confidence looked up at Odin-sama
before continuing in a voice just a calm as the 'Almighty's',
"It's already a law that a God or Goddess can only have one
Angel, but to have four is unfair to the others. My brothers
and I do not even have are own and he's asking for four. It's a
mockery to what we Gods believe and follow. Apocalypse is
doing nothing but wasting our time," he finished smoothly
while eyeing Mokushi warily.
"Odin-sama please! If anything I deserve this! How
long have I served under you!? Have I ever disobeyed your
orders!? Have I ever broken your rules!? Did I not _weep_
for Baldur!?" Mokushi raged before calming, "All I ask is
three more Angels. That and nothing more."
"Well?" Odin-sama regarded the three brothers.
"Shouldn't we get the other Gods and Goddesses in
on this decision?" Courage asked, Compassion nodding in
agreement.
Confidence began laughing loudly and freely not
caring about his surroundings. Soon enough he was grasping
his knees to keep balance as tear of amusement fell from his
eyes.
Mokushi growled while Courage, Compassion and
Odin-sama sweat dropped nervously.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, Confidence replied
with an amused smile, "Brothers, Odin-sama, _Apocalypse_.
Unless you've forgotten the rules of being a _God_, let me
refer you all to rule number 128. And I quote, 'Any God or
Goddess is allowed one and only one Angel.' So, unless that
rule has changed over the past 100 years, there's no possible
way for Apocalypse to obtain four Angels for himself," he
finished by giving Mokushi a smug look.
Courage snapped his fingers before exclaiming,
"That's right! There's no way he could have that many! It just
not possible!" He gave Mokushi a sympathetic yet sarcastic
look.
"What Confidence says is true and that rule has not
yet been changed," Odin-sama explained patiently.
Mokushi face began to fall as he realized he was
losing the battle, but lit up like a light a moment later. "But,"
he exclaimed abruptly and loudly, "rules have been added!
And I'm pretty _confident_ it'll work," he finished looking
Confidence in the eye and giving him a very pompous
looked.
Confidence didn't blink.
Throughout the following events only one other soul
would know what happened that day. Valery, the valkyrie
that had followed Mokushi, would witness it all and
remember everything from where she hid in Odin-sama's
thrown room.
*********
1000 years later:
Three Gods sat outside of Odin-sama's thrown room
each in their own way. At the desk next to the thrown rooms
main doors Valery sat filing her nails nervously. Every now
and then she'd glance at the three to make sure they were still
there, especially Confidence. This would be the first time in a
thousand years the three would address Odin-sama. She was
worried about Odin-sama's reaction.
Compassion was sitting Indian style on the ground,
eyes closed, and hands in his lap while Confidence was in the
same position only balancing himself on his head. Courage
was in a hand stand, eyes closed as well and holding his
position with practiced ease. They were most likely
meditating, she assumed. None were using the three finely
made chairs that had been left out for them seemingly content
with their current seating arrangements.
The three brothers had changed since the Angel
incident. Some say for the better, some say for the worse.
Compassion and Courage had changed for the better, but in
Confidence's case it was worse.
Valery shuddered slightly as she recalled what had
happened. She had her eye closed through most of it, but that
didn't mean she couldn't hear them. Hear the screaming.
Hear the pain. Nobody knew why the three Gods changed so
much but she did and as other Gods and Goddesses
questioned their strange behavior she'd wanted to scream out
at them telling them the truth. Telling them what they wanted
to hear. Telling them that Confidence couldn't help being
who he was.
After the incident the three had taken up fighting.
The three would spar with each other everyday, and every day
they'd become better then they were the day before. Each
grew a love for their art and each day it grew stronger. Their
lives revolved around the art and only the art. The three had
become the talk of Asgard and Niffleheim because of their
sudden change.
Many believed that Odin-sama had called the three to
ask why they were acting differently, but that wasn't the
reason. Odin-sama already knew the reason for their change
he just hadn't witnessed its affects personally. Others thought
Odin-sama was going force them back to the way they used
to be. Many hoped for the latter, especially for Confidence.
Gulping audibly to herself, Valery stole a glance at
Confidence. *Good, his eyes are closed.* she thought in
relief.
Many Goddesses and Valkyries thought the three
brothers handsome especially since the three had taken up a
different art turning up their muscular structures. Compassion
and Courage were easily likeable having not changed much
from before, but Confidence was near impossible.
Confidence had been voted the most handsome of the three,
though is had been a close vote in the end, his new attitude
left much to the desire and his eyes didn't help either.
His eyes were a dead grey. Grey like a tombstone. His
eyes had withered from the once vibrant color they once
were. They'd been so beautiful before and now sat lifeless.
As lifeless as Apocalypse's eyes once were. That's why she
was glad his eyes were closed because every time she looked
into those dull grey orbs she remembered the pain he went
through.
Confidence's eyes opened looking straight back into
hers, freezing her in place as the two grey orbs pierced her
own purple. Valery felt fear and pity well up inside her at the
sight of the once confident eyes now obsolete of such
emotion. A glare and an annoyed snort later and Valery was
once again filing her nails nervously, not daring to look
away from her hands afraid that Confidence might still be
glaring at her.
Soon enough she heard footstep echoing in her
direction. Glancing up quickly she began filing her nails at
earnest as what she'd feared was happening. Confidence was
heading right for her. *Oh please Odin-sama! Open the
door!* she silently prayed within the recesses of her mind.
She _really_ didn't need or want Confidence to be
mad at her. A lone bead of sweat made its way down her
beautiful face as Confidence's footfalls grew closer and
closer and . . . past her? She released her breath not know
she'd been holding it in the first place. Then she realized
where he really was going.
Valery spun around ain her chair to see Confidence
striding toward Odin-sama's thrown room doors. She
swallowed lightly before meekly calling out to him,
"Confidence?"
He stopped walking, but didn't turned to face her
when he growled his response, "What?"
"Wh-wh-where are yo-you going?" she managed to
stutter out hoping he didn't turn around to face her. To
looked her in the eyes.
"Where the hell does it look like I'm going?" he
responded mockingly.
Valery winced slightly at the use of the 'H' word, but
managed to hold her composure. Or what little she had of it.
"But-but-but-but-but-" she stammered, now sweating
profusely.
"But-but-but-but-but what!?" Confidence shouted
having copied Valery's nervous stutter in a babies voice. "I'm
tired of waiting! If Odin-sama wants to see us then we
shouldn't have to wait!" he finished with a low growled
before he started toward the doors once again.
Compassion and Courage shared a glance before
shrugging their shoulders. Well Compassion did. Courage
tried but ended up on his face. Rising to their feet, the two
Gods followed their irritated brother through the doors
unannounced.
With that said and done, Valery went back to filing
her nails. Of course, that was before she realized she didn't
have anymore nails left to file. Dropping her file, she stuck as
many fingers as she could into her mouth and started to chew.
*********
Odin-sama was feeding his two wolves, Geri and
Freki, when Confidence stalked into the room. The two
wolves growled at his unexpected entrance and sudden
audacity. A glare later, the two promptly shut up and hid
behind Odin-sama's thrown.
"Alright Odin-sama! We're here! What hell do you
want!?" Confidence snapped once Odin-sama had directed
his .
attention from is wolves.
Odin-sama blinked and raised an eyebrow curiously
before Compassion and Courage entered the room. "Good,
now that you're all here, we can begin," he said calmly,
though eyeing Confidence warily. "And you should never
speak the 'H' word in my presence."
Confidence shrugged and replied snidely,
"Whatever."
"Sorry for our brothers disrespect, Odin-sama. He
can't really help it and I think you know as to why,"
Compassion explained somewhat sadly. Courage nodded in
agreement, though his eyes were averted from Odin-sama.
Confidence yawn dramatically while saying, "Boring!
Can we get this over already?"
"I had heard it was bad, but this wasn't exactly what I
was expecting," Odin-sama explained to Compassion and
Courage while eyeing Confidence who in turn eyed him back.
"Yeah and what were you expectin', you ol' fart?"
Confidence asked Odin-sama with a sardonic smirk.
To say Odin-sama was shock was an understatement.
He looked ready to fall out his thrown, but maintained his
balance by griping the arm rests. "Oh . . . my," he said after a
moment of silence.
Confidence rolled his eyes. "You are wasting my
time!" he sang before adding coldly, "Either say your piece or
let me leave. I have better things to do than sit around
watching and waiting for an ol' fart to blow his internal
organs out his ass."
"Excuse me?!" Odin-sama exclaimed, eyes wide.
"Oh! Was that your liver?" Confidence asked
mockingly.
Compassion and Courage couldn't help but chuckle at
their brothers insult, even if it was at Odin-sama.
"Right," Odin-sama drawled out before smiling
somewhat cruelly, "Here, catch!" he exclaimed to
Confidence.
Confidence let out a low grunt as something was
shoved into his arm. "What the . . ." he faltered as he stared at
the gurgling mass of flesh in his hands. "What the hell is
this!?" he snapped irritably hold up said object in the air with
one hand.
"It's a baby."
Still holding the baby with one hand, Confidence
growled, "I know that. What the hell is the point of giving me
this?" He shook the baby slightly for emphasis before
thrusting it at Compassion saying, "Here, you take," he
looked the baby over before finishing, "her."
"She, is the new Goddess of Peace, and your new
charge," Odin-sama explained calmly, though he was
smirking a little too much for Confidence's sake.
"Ah . . . Odin-sama? Is there a reason why you're
putting her under our care?" Courage asked while eyeing
Peace curiously.
"Yes," Odin-sama answered with a mysterious smile.
"Ah . . ." Compassion and Courage copied each
others expressions.
Confidence snorted and muttered, "This is retarded."
Odin-sama raised his eyebrows with an 'Ok, this has
got to stop' look and sighed annoyed. His two ravens, Hugin
and Munim, squawked their agreement. "Compassion.
Courage. If I could speak to you alone."
"Fine! I know when I'm not wanted!" Confidence
shouted then turned and stomped away.
"Confidence!" Odin-sama shouted before he could
leave the room.
He turned around and glared menacingly. "What?" he
practically snarled.
"Take Peace with you." As if by magic, well it
actually was by magic, Peace disappeared from
Compassion's arms and into Confidence's.
Glaring at Odin-sama one last time, Confidence left
muttering angrily and glaring at Peace.
"He's worse than I thought. Not even Apocalypse was
that bad in my presence," Odin-sama said mournfully.
"Yeah. He's a really asshole," Courage muttered, "Er
. . . I mean, he's a really pain in the butt! Yeah, that's it!"
"And that's the point of putting Peace under our care,
isn't it. To try and help him regain some sort of control over
his attitude," Compassion explained knowingly.
"Correct. I want you two to make sure he spends as
much time as he can with her. Hopefully it will help," Odin-
sama ordered soothingly.
"Yes, sir," the two said in unison.
"Alright, you two may go."
The two hurried out of the room hoping that baby
Peace was still in one piece. What they found was not what
they were expecting. Valery was laughing. Confidence was
nowhere to be seen and Peace was sitting on Valery's desk, a
small puddle underneath her and on the floor in front of
Valery's desk.
Compassion and Courage exchanged looks . . . and
burst into laughter.
*********
3 years later:
"Hey Confidence?"
Confidence opened his eyes, disrupting his
meditation, to see Compassion holding his most hated
rival."What do you want?" he asked his eyes narrowing
slightly.
"Could you watch Peace for a moment?" Compassion
asked holding the proffered baby at arms length.
Confidence eyed the baby for over a minute before
answering, "Just put her on the ground, will ya." With that
said he closed his eyes and began meditating again.
Compassion sighed before placing the three year old
Peace on the ground. It'd been three years and he still hadn't
changed. Instead of changing and becoming nicer in Peace's
presence, he'd become crueller. Everyone blamed it one
Peace's interesting greeting outside of Odin-sama's thrown
room.
The three, or rather two, Compassion and Courage,
had created a schedule so each brother could, or in
Confidence's case would, watch over Peace. Sunday's and
Monday's Compassion would take care of her. Tuesday's and
Wednesday's Courage would take her and Thursday's and
Friday's Confidence would watch, if you could call what he
did watching, over her. Saturday's the three would watch
over her together. At first they had Confidence taking care of
Peace on Saturday's but a couple of threats later and it was
changed. Today was a Saturday.
The three had chosen a vacant park to meet every
Saturday and two would spar and the other watch Peace.
Uninhabited because Confidence was in it. He sat in a lotus
position on top of a grassy knoll, a gigantic, and I do mean
gigantic, tree could be seen in the background.
Confidence breathed deeply and calmly ignoring the
sounds around him. He put the sound of his brothers sparring
out of his head. He needed to concentrate and listening to
those two didn't help. He was so close to reaching his center.
The part in himself that was calm. The eye of the hurricane if
you will. He sighed as he began to let his shoulders slump.
It was at that point that something, or rather someone
crawled onto his lap breaking his concentration. His
shoulders tensed, eyes snapped open and his calm lost. With
his left eye twitching, Confidence slowly glanced down at the
wide-eyed bouncing baby in his lap. Reaching down,
Confidence grasped the grass at his sides tightly to so he
wouldn't end up strangling said child.
Peace began patting Confidence's abs with both hands
while smiling happily and gurgling, "Cafwince! Cafwince!"
"Listen and listen good, Piss," Confidence seethed
into the babies face, "I hate you. I've always hated. I always
_will_ hate you. You are nothing more than a miniscule thorn
in my side. You got that? Huh? You got that?"
Peace had stopped patting Confidence's chest and was
looking him straight in the eye as if she'd listening intently.
She blinked once before she began patting his abs again
happily "Cafwince! Cafwince!"
"If I could kill you, I would," Confidence fumed
glaring at the happy child.
"Confidence!" Courage shouted as he and
Compassion closed in on their brother.
Peace stopped patting Confidence's chest, blinked
loudly and began patting him again this time happily
chanting, "Confiwence! Confiwence!"
"Well, what do you know! You're her first word,
brother," Courage exclaimed just as happily as Peace.
"Doesn't that make you feel good, Confidence?"
Compassion as smiling at Peace's antics.
"Confidwence! Confidwence!"
Confidence stood up causing Peace to fall off his lap
stopping her so-called victory chant. "Yeah, I wet myself in
excitement!" Confidence remarked sarcastically gesturing to
his pants.
"I thought she got over that," Courage said curiously
as he eyed Confidence's soaked pants.
"Apparently the little _squirt_ didn't!" Confidence
snapped before stalking away from the three.
********
1 year later:
Ding Dong
Compassion looked up from the book he was reading
in the direction of the sound. He wasn't expecting any
company. It was a Friday so he didn't have to watch over
Peace either. Placing the book on a nearby table, Compassion
made his way over to his front door.
"May I help- Forseti! What are you-Peace! Why do
you have Peace?" Compassion asked as he noticed the God
of Justice holding Peace in his arms.
"I thought maybe you could answer that question,"
Forseti replied sounding slightly worried and slightly
irritated.
"What do you mean?" Compassion asked curiously.
"Earlier today, somebody push _this_," he explained
shoving Peace into Compassion arms, "through my dog
door."
"Dog! Dog!" Peace exclaimed cheerfully waving her
arms about.
"What!?" Compassion shouted startled by Forseti's
answer.
"Not only that, but before that, the same _somebody_
tried shoving her through Thor's mail slot!"
"Confidence!" Compassion groaned slapping himself
in the face not realizing he'd just dropped Peace on her head
or seeing the sticker attached to her butt that read, 'To: Thor,
From: Anonymous'.
*********
A couple months later, a Saturday afternoon:
"Wah!!!" Peace cried, tears falling rapidly from her
eyes.
"Shut up, Piss!"
"Wah!!!!" Once again the two were sitting atop the
grassy knoll.
"If you don't shut up I'm gonna break every single
one of your toys in half!"
". . ."
"That's better."
*********
3 years later:
"Hey Confidence! You in here?" Courage shouted as
he and Compassion entered their brothers home.
"In here!" Confidence responded from deeper inside
the house.
"Seriously! Seriously! Seriously! Confidence!
Seriously!" came Peace's voice in rapid succession.
Compassion and Courage shared a glance, sweat
dropping in unison. Find the room the two were in, they
sweat dropped again while face-faulting.
A seven year old Peace was running around in circles,
seemingly full of energy while Confidence was preforming a
kata in the middle of her circle. "Seriously! Confidence!
Seriously! Seriously! Seriously! Confidence!"
"Uh. . .? Confidence? What's . . . wrong with . . . uh. .
. Peace?" Courage asked in shock as he watched his charge
run around the room at an amazing speed.
"Well, she was just sitting there watching me, being
quiet and all so I gave her a taste of caffeinated coffee,"
Confidence replied not breaking the stride of his kata.
"Seriously! You guys! Seriously!"
"Uh. . . how much is a 'taste'?" Compassion asked as
Peace sped past him for what had to be the 18th time.
"About four gallons I think."
"Seriously! You guys! Seriously!"
*********
7 years later:
Confidence whistled silently to himself as he made
his way down one of the many streets in Asgard. He hadn't
felt as good as he did that day for a long time. The whole day
was going his way.
"Confidence!" a feminine voice shouted which
immediately ruined his mood.
"What do you want, _Piss_?" Confidence ask turning
to face a now 14 year old Peace.
Glomping onto his side, Peace pouted cutely. "Why
do you still call me that? That was years ago."
"And yet, it's still imprinted in my mind as if it were
yesterday _Squirt_," Confidence explained exasperated.
Peace began crying and hugged herself tighter to
Confidence.
"What do you want!?" Confidence shouted tiredly.
"I'm bleeding," Peace whined through her tears.
"Huh?!" Confidence exclaimed anger momentarily
forgotten. He looked her over. "You don't look like you're
bleeding."
Peace was suddenly blushing cherry red suddenly
feeling self conscious of herself and because of her problem.
"Uh. . . it's not really . . . uh. . . visible," she finished in a
whisper.
Confidence's eyes narrowed slightly. "Not . . .
visible?"
Peace turned even more red than before. "Uh . . . it's .
. . it's . . . it's below," she mumbled not daring to look into
Confidence's eyes.
Confidence's left eye began twitching uncontrollably.
"Why are you telling me this?
"Because I thought you might know why I'm bleeding
. . . there," she murmured.
The whole left side of Confidence's face began
twitching along with his eye.
*********
1 year later:
"Confidence?"
"What, _Piss_!" Confidence sighed.
Peace, now 15 years old, frowned slightly but asked
her question anyway, "Can you tell me about sex?"
Confidence took a deep breath. "Who told you about
sex?"
"Urdur, but she didn't tell me what sex is."
"Figure Urdur would do something like this,"
Confidence sighed again. "Lets put it this way. It's a mans
obligation to stick his boneration in a woman's separation to
help increase the population."
"Ah . . . . . . ok."
*********
2 years later:
"Confidence! You have to help me!" Peace shouted as
she flung herself into his chest, gripping it tightly as tears
flowed down her cheeks.
"What the . . ." Confidence exclaimed, shocked by
Peace's sudden death grip. "Get offa me for a sec, willya
Squirt," he said as he pried Peace off of himself and held her
at arms length. Looking her over, he sighed for what had to
be the millionth time in her presence.
The fact that she was crying and that her eyes were
puffy wasn't what made him sigh. It was what she looked
like. She was dressed exactly like he was, the same exact type
of clothes, style fabric, size too even though she was probably
a foot shorter than him. Her hair was done the same way as
well. Not only that, but she constantly copied what he did,
tried to act like he did, tried to do the same thing he'd do in a
certain situation. She'd even taken up the art, but quickly
stopped only to learn the art for it's beauty instead of the so
called violent side. They were an odd pair to see together,
looking so much alike yet acting completely different. Peace
always being carefree and kind while Confidence was cold
hearted and . . . well a jerk.
Whenever someone asked why Peace copied
Confidence, she tell them that she liked the way he acted. So
Confidence would then change the way he acted, or tried
really, but it wouldn't work. Peace would always laugh at his
attempts which would just piss him off and have him start
acting the way he always did.
"Now what's the matter?" Confidence asked as
patiently as he could.
"Nothing's the matter, old man," a male voice spoke
from behind him.
Confidence's eyes narrowed as he turned to the
speaker and unknowingly drew Peace closer to himself.
"Anarchy. What're you doing here?"
"Nothing. We were just playing around, that all,"
Anarchy said brushing a lock of dark black hair out of his
eyes.
"No we weren't! You were attacking me!" Peace
shouted hugging Confidence tighter.
"I truly doubt that Peace would every 'play around'
with you, Anarchy," Confidence sneered drawing an arm
across Peace's shoulders.
Peace gasped in surprise. He'd called her Peace! Not
Piss, or Squirt like he always did, but Peace! She suddenly
felt very giddy and began to smile through her tears. And he
was holding her, not with both hands mind you, but at least
he was! Every time she'd hugged him, he'd just stand and
accept it, never returning it like his brothers did.
"My son, I'm sure, was only playing around with
Peace, Confidence," Mokushi explained smoothly as he
walked up and stop next to Anarchy.
Confidence glared at him. "Go away Apocalypse. And
take your _son_ with you."
"And why should I?" Mokushi asked, a confident
smirk riding his lips.
"Because you own me one," Confidence countered.
Mokushi's smile faltered. "You're right. I do."
Anarchy snorted. "I don't think you owe this old man
anything!"
"Be silent, Museifu. You know nothing of this
matter," Mokushi retorted.
"Yes, father," Anarchy muttered.
"This is your favor. The fact that we don't kill you
and Peace right now. After this, I owe you nothing,"
Apocalypse explained.
"Whatever! Just get lost! And leave Peace alone!"
Confidence brought his free hand to his back and pulled one
of his broad swords out it's sheath before pointing the tip at
the two Gods.
"Fine! Fine!" Mokushi shouted, hands raised above
his head defensively. "We're going! Come on Museifu," he
ordered harshly before turning and walking away.
Confidence turned around turning Peace with him and
began walking away himself. Peace was still pressed against
his chest which resulted in Confidence basically dragging her
along with him. Peace didn't really mind because she was
still a little too giddy from Confidence's actions.
"Confidence!" Museifu shouted to his back causing
him to stop but not turn to face him. "You better watch your
back! Cause you never know when it's gonna be stabbed."
Confidence nodded once before he started walking
again ignoring Peace as she was still clinging to his chest.
*********
Nearly 2000 years later:
Compassion gazed upon the burning pile of wood
sadly, tears easily making it down his face. He sighed one last
time before joining his Courage and Peace, who now looked
to be the age of 19. Their eyes were just a red as his.
Even though he'd been a real pain in the ass over the
past 3000 years, tons upon tons of Gods and Goddesses and
showed up for his funeral. The only God that wasn't there
was Odin-sama himself, but most assumed he had a good
reason not to be. Others didn't care that he didn't show up.
Pointedly, Compassion, Courage and Peace.
All attempts to talk to Odin-sama about Confidence's
murder had been refused. No Gods or Goddesses were being
allowed to enter his thrown room. Not even his wife! What
really peeved the three was that they knew who the murderer
was, but without Odin-sama's permission, he couldn't be
punished!
Compassion sighed again as he watched with Peace
and his brother as their other brothers body burn. Most of the
other deities that had shown up had left by then, but they
were waiting for the whole thing to go up. It was the least
they could do for their brother at that time.
End Prologue!
Next Time: Chapter 1 - Reunions
Four Angels reunite. A girls life is destroyed. And a man is
forced into a position that he wants nothing to do with. Chaos
ensues.
Authors Note: *Sigh* Took longer to finish than I hoped. I
wanna scream out in happiness and anger right now, but I'm
containing it for the time being. Some of you might be
wondering just what the hell is going on. Well that's my
secret. If you wanna find out what is happening then email
me telling me you want me to write more. As you noticed I
used no anime characters in this fic and don't go saying Urdur
is one, because she isn't. The one thing that I'm saying right
now is that this fic will, of course, be a Ranma 1/2 crossover
with AMS and others which are TBA. Some of you are also
probably wondering about Odin-sama's personality. Well,
personally, I got tired of reading fics where the 'Almighty'
always talked "LIKE THIS" and acted all high and mighty and
thought it might be cool to have a God of all Gods a normal
person could converse with without wetting his pants or
something.
C&C appreciated at Hawk49er@attbi.com as well as flames.
If you wanna know what the hell's going on, then email me
asking me to continue this.
Norse Mythology for those of you who know nothing:
Odin-sama - Father of all Gods and Lord of the Sky.
Thor - Lord of thunder and lightning.
Baldur - God of beauty and radiance. It's said that only after
Baldur's death can Ragnarok (Apocalypse) occur. Hela made
a deal that if every being on Asgard (Heaven), Midgard
(Earth) and Niffleheim (Hell) were to weep for Baldur she'd
let him live.
Forseti - The God of Justice
Hela - Ruler of the realm of the dead and daughter to Loki
Loki - Power of evil, a trickster and he's not a God or Demon
but of the Giant race. He tricked Hodur, into killing Baldur,
Hodur's own brother. Pretended to be Thaukt and not weep
for Baldur allowing Hela to keep him.
Valkyrie - Beautiful deities that live in Asgard. They bring
dead warriors spirits to Valhalla.
Mokushi and Museifu - Apocalypse and Anarchy. They are of
my creation and are not Nordic Deities.
Japanese-
Mokushi - Apocalypse
shall be used only Nordic Deities and ones that I've made up.
Lost Gods!
A TBA/ Continuation/ Altaverse Fanfic
By Hawk
C&C welcome, as well as flames at Hawk49er@attbi.com
Authors Notes: If you don't know your Norse Gods and
Goddess look at the end of the Prologue for explanations.
You'll probably be able to tell which anime characters I'm
using, but you might not. I have no clue if you will or won't.
This is a work of fantasy and none of it should be taken
seriously.
"Someone talking"
_Emphasizing something_
A sound affect
*Thoughts*
SOMEONE SHOUTING LOUDLY
. . . 3 second pause
. . . . . . 6 second pause
Prologue - A Gods Angels
A Looooonnnngggg Time Ago:
His boots echoed on the seemingly endless pearl
hallway he was walking down. With ever step he took, a
resounding clunk followed. He was walking down a bright
hallway, one which an ordinary person would stop to marvel
at with it's beautiful and perfectly done carvings and designs.
But he wasn't an ordinary person. He was far from
ordinary. Extremely handsome and well built, the man was
dress in black armor, a black cape flowing behind him, black
fingerless gloves on each hand. His face held three long, red
rectangular markings which pulsed with ever step he took.
Soon enough he reached a finely cut wooden desk,
elaborate designs covering it completely, a dazzling blue
haired woman sitting behind it. She looked up at his entrance.
"Mokushi! What are you doing here?" the woman asked in
surprise.
"I'm here to see Odin-sama!" Mokushi barked before
stomping off angrily to two huge doors, both covered in
detailed designs.
"He's busy right now! You can't go in there!" the
woman shouted sitting up from her seat to follow Mokushi.
"He _will_ see me now!" Mokushi raged immediately
before slamming the two doors open and disappearing into an
extremely bright light behind it.
*********
Three men stood in a room filled with plants and
animals, the size of which unknown, and the beauty to great
for any mortal to possibly comprehend. In front of the three
sat a throne and a man who's head was held high as if for the
whole world to see.
"We begged the old hag name Thaukt, but she replied,
'Thaukt will wail, with dry tears, Baldur's bale-fire. Let Hela
keep her own'," the first man said in a sad and tired voice.
"I see," a man with a long white bread replied plainly.
Two ravens sat on the shoulders of his thrown as well as two
wolves which sat on either side of said chair. A long spear sat
in his lap and the crown upon his head showed a bird opening
its wings.
"We have reason to believe that Thaukt is, in fact, the
treacherous fiend Loki in disguise, Odin-sama. Doesn't that
mean anything. Loki did in fact weep for Baldur, so if Loki is
in fact Thaukt, wouldn't it not matter, for all things living
would have wept for him," the second man pleaded, eyes
brimmed with tears.
"It is not of my decision. Hela is the one that will
decide Baldur's fate," Odin-sama explained, one of his white
eyebrows raised, his eyes also brimmed with slight wetness.
The third man opened his mouth to replied, but got no
further as a figure stomped furiously into the room, his heavy
boots disrupting the quiet serenity of the room.
"Odin-sama! I-" Mokushi started before cutting
himself off at the sight of the three Gods in his company.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't the three C's. Crap, Crappier,
and, of course, Crappiest," he said in a monotone voice, a
nod to each God with each insult.
The third God crossed his arms and looked ready to
speak, but the second beat him to it. "Well, if it isn't the
Almighty Asshole." the other two nodded in agreement.
Mokushi flipped them the bird.
The third God, otherwise known as Crappiest, gave
him a raspberry.
"Oh that's mature!" Mokushi exclaimed sarcastically.
Crappiest just shrugged his shoulders in response to
the two other Gods curious looks.
"Ahem!"
Left eyes twitching, multiple sweat drops hanging
from the back of their heads, the four present Gods turned to
face the speaker.
"Aheh! Odin-sama, when did you get here?" the spiky
haired God asked scratching the back of his head nervously,
his companions mirroring his facial expression perfectly.
Odin-sama raised an eyebrow at him curiously.
Shaking his head, Mokushi pushed his way through
the three Gods and marched up to Odin-sama's thrown. Odin-
sama's dogs growled at him, but he ignored them by
addressing the 'Almighty', "Odin-sama, I demand to know
why I don't have an angel!"
"Oh, for the love of Ga-! Ahhhh!" the third God
finished loudly while stretching his arms. As all eye shifted to
him, he replied sharply, "What, a God can't yawn around
here when he wants too?"
The others, including Odin-sama, rolled their eyes.
"Odin-sama, this is ridiculous! We don't time to
discuss whether or not Apocalypse deserves an angel!" the
first God exclaimed in shock.
"Yeah! We have to decide what to do with Thaukt!
We can't let Hela keep Baldur!" the second God shouted
looking backing and forth between Odin-sama and Mokushi.
"Baldur is dead, Courage! The world has wept and he
has not returned from Hel which likely means he won't!"
Mokushi shot back.
"You cared nothing for Baldur! All that matter to you
was his death!" the first God raged, fists balled and turning
white.
"Yes, it's true that his death will bring the world one
step closer to Ragnarok, but I wept! I wept for Baldur! Does
that not prove that I cared for him!? Even in the slightest!?"
"No. You. You're an asshole Apocalypse. You were
created to help start Ragnarok, not prevent it," the third God
replied in a dead voice, arms crossed over his chest and eye
averted to the side.
Odin-sama had heard enough. "Compassion," the
small red haired God looked at him, "Courage," the spiky
haired God looked up to him, "Confidence," the third,
midnight black haired God turned his gaze to Odin-sama.
Each name had been said in a dead serious voice, one that
stopped all forth coming arguments from the three Gods.
"Sorry, Odin-sama," the three said in unison.
"Now, Apocalypse, can't this-" Odin-sama started
calmly.
"No it can't! I _deserve_ an Angel! I'm a First Class,
First Category, Unlimited and I still haven't received my
Angel!" Mokushi argued. He was one of the top Gods, third
in rank to Odin-sama himself and he still didn't have his own
Angel.
The three Gods remained silent this time, but
continued giving Mokushi distasteful looks.
Odin-sama regarded Mokushi by speaking slowly and
knowingly, "One Angel? Is that all you want?"
"Well . . . I was thinking more along the lines of
four," Mokushi answered awkwardly.
"What!? Odin-sama, this is absurd!" Compassion
shouted, eyes wide in shock.
"My brother's right! Being allowed one Angel is fine,
but to be given three more is. . . is just . . . just, I don't know!
Just not right!" Courage exclaimed adding to Compassion's
complaint.
The room went quite, all eyes turning to Confidence.
He continued to stand, arms crossed, eyes and mouth closed
as if he'd fallen asleep while standing up.
"Well Confidence. I know you wish to speak your
piece," Odin-sama said calmly, paying attention to only
Confidence.
"Odin-sama, you as much as anyone should know that
I'll stick by whatever my brothers say. I too believe what
Apocalypse says is . . . unfair I believe was the word my
brother was looking for." Confidence looked up at Odin-sama
before continuing in a voice just a calm as the 'Almighty's',
"It's already a law that a God or Goddess can only have one
Angel, but to have four is unfair to the others. My brothers
and I do not even have are own and he's asking for four. It's a
mockery to what we Gods believe and follow. Apocalypse is
doing nothing but wasting our time," he finished smoothly
while eyeing Mokushi warily.
"Odin-sama please! If anything I deserve this! How
long have I served under you!? Have I ever disobeyed your
orders!? Have I ever broken your rules!? Did I not _weep_
for Baldur!?" Mokushi raged before calming, "All I ask is
three more Angels. That and nothing more."
"Well?" Odin-sama regarded the three brothers.
"Shouldn't we get the other Gods and Goddesses in
on this decision?" Courage asked, Compassion nodding in
agreement.
Confidence began laughing loudly and freely not
caring about his surroundings. Soon enough he was grasping
his knees to keep balance as tear of amusement fell from his
eyes.
Mokushi growled while Courage, Compassion and
Odin-sama sweat dropped nervously.
Wiping the tears from his eyes, Confidence replied
with an amused smile, "Brothers, Odin-sama, _Apocalypse_.
Unless you've forgotten the rules of being a _God_, let me
refer you all to rule number 128. And I quote, 'Any God or
Goddess is allowed one and only one Angel.' So, unless that
rule has changed over the past 100 years, there's no possible
way for Apocalypse to obtain four Angels for himself," he
finished by giving Mokushi a smug look.
Courage snapped his fingers before exclaiming,
"That's right! There's no way he could have that many! It just
not possible!" He gave Mokushi a sympathetic yet sarcastic
look.
"What Confidence says is true and that rule has not
yet been changed," Odin-sama explained patiently.
Mokushi face began to fall as he realized he was
losing the battle, but lit up like a light a moment later. "But,"
he exclaimed abruptly and loudly, "rules have been added!
And I'm pretty _confident_ it'll work," he finished looking
Confidence in the eye and giving him a very pompous
looked.
Confidence didn't blink.
Throughout the following events only one other soul
would know what happened that day. Valery, the valkyrie
that had followed Mokushi, would witness it all and
remember everything from where she hid in Odin-sama's
thrown room.
*********
1000 years later:
Three Gods sat outside of Odin-sama's thrown room
each in their own way. At the desk next to the thrown rooms
main doors Valery sat filing her nails nervously. Every now
and then she'd glance at the three to make sure they were still
there, especially Confidence. This would be the first time in a
thousand years the three would address Odin-sama. She was
worried about Odin-sama's reaction.
Compassion was sitting Indian style on the ground,
eyes closed, and hands in his lap while Confidence was in the
same position only balancing himself on his head. Courage
was in a hand stand, eyes closed as well and holding his
position with practiced ease. They were most likely
meditating, she assumed. None were using the three finely
made chairs that had been left out for them seemingly content
with their current seating arrangements.
The three brothers had changed since the Angel
incident. Some say for the better, some say for the worse.
Compassion and Courage had changed for the better, but in
Confidence's case it was worse.
Valery shuddered slightly as she recalled what had
happened. She had her eye closed through most of it, but that
didn't mean she couldn't hear them. Hear the screaming.
Hear the pain. Nobody knew why the three Gods changed so
much but she did and as other Gods and Goddesses
questioned their strange behavior she'd wanted to scream out
at them telling them the truth. Telling them what they wanted
to hear. Telling them that Confidence couldn't help being
who he was.
After the incident the three had taken up fighting.
The three would spar with each other everyday, and every day
they'd become better then they were the day before. Each
grew a love for their art and each day it grew stronger. Their
lives revolved around the art and only the art. The three had
become the talk of Asgard and Niffleheim because of their
sudden change.
Many believed that Odin-sama had called the three to
ask why they were acting differently, but that wasn't the
reason. Odin-sama already knew the reason for their change
he just hadn't witnessed its affects personally. Others thought
Odin-sama was going force them back to the way they used
to be. Many hoped for the latter, especially for Confidence.
Gulping audibly to herself, Valery stole a glance at
Confidence. *Good, his eyes are closed.* she thought in
relief.
Many Goddesses and Valkyries thought the three
brothers handsome especially since the three had taken up a
different art turning up their muscular structures. Compassion
and Courage were easily likeable having not changed much
from before, but Confidence was near impossible.
Confidence had been voted the most handsome of the three,
though is had been a close vote in the end, his new attitude
left much to the desire and his eyes didn't help either.
His eyes were a dead grey. Grey like a tombstone. His
eyes had withered from the once vibrant color they once
were. They'd been so beautiful before and now sat lifeless.
As lifeless as Apocalypse's eyes once were. That's why she
was glad his eyes were closed because every time she looked
into those dull grey orbs she remembered the pain he went
through.
Confidence's eyes opened looking straight back into
hers, freezing her in place as the two grey orbs pierced her
own purple. Valery felt fear and pity well up inside her at the
sight of the once confident eyes now obsolete of such
emotion. A glare and an annoyed snort later and Valery was
once again filing her nails nervously, not daring to look
away from her hands afraid that Confidence might still be
glaring at her.
Soon enough she heard footstep echoing in her
direction. Glancing up quickly she began filing her nails at
earnest as what she'd feared was happening. Confidence was
heading right for her. *Oh please Odin-sama! Open the
door!* she silently prayed within the recesses of her mind.
She _really_ didn't need or want Confidence to be
mad at her. A lone bead of sweat made its way down her
beautiful face as Confidence's footfalls grew closer and
closer and . . . past her? She released her breath not know
she'd been holding it in the first place. Then she realized
where he really was going.
Valery spun around ain her chair to see Confidence
striding toward Odin-sama's thrown room doors. She
swallowed lightly before meekly calling out to him,
"Confidence?"
He stopped walking, but didn't turned to face her
when he growled his response, "What?"
"Wh-wh-where are yo-you going?" she managed to
stutter out hoping he didn't turn around to face her. To
looked her in the eyes.
"Where the hell does it look like I'm going?" he
responded mockingly.
Valery winced slightly at the use of the 'H' word, but
managed to hold her composure. Or what little she had of it.
"But-but-but-but-but-" she stammered, now sweating
profusely.
"But-but-but-but-but what!?" Confidence shouted
having copied Valery's nervous stutter in a babies voice. "I'm
tired of waiting! If Odin-sama wants to see us then we
shouldn't have to wait!" he finished with a low growled
before he started toward the doors once again.
Compassion and Courage shared a glance before
shrugging their shoulders. Well Compassion did. Courage
tried but ended up on his face. Rising to their feet, the two
Gods followed their irritated brother through the doors
unannounced.
With that said and done, Valery went back to filing
her nails. Of course, that was before she realized she didn't
have anymore nails left to file. Dropping her file, she stuck as
many fingers as she could into her mouth and started to chew.
*********
Odin-sama was feeding his two wolves, Geri and
Freki, when Confidence stalked into the room. The two
wolves growled at his unexpected entrance and sudden
audacity. A glare later, the two promptly shut up and hid
behind Odin-sama's thrown.
"Alright Odin-sama! We're here! What hell do you
want!?" Confidence snapped once Odin-sama had directed
his .
attention from is wolves.
Odin-sama blinked and raised an eyebrow curiously
before Compassion and Courage entered the room. "Good,
now that you're all here, we can begin," he said calmly,
though eyeing Confidence warily. "And you should never
speak the 'H' word in my presence."
Confidence shrugged and replied snidely,
"Whatever."
"Sorry for our brothers disrespect, Odin-sama. He
can't really help it and I think you know as to why,"
Compassion explained somewhat sadly. Courage nodded in
agreement, though his eyes were averted from Odin-sama.
Confidence yawn dramatically while saying, "Boring!
Can we get this over already?"
"I had heard it was bad, but this wasn't exactly what I
was expecting," Odin-sama explained to Compassion and
Courage while eyeing Confidence who in turn eyed him back.
"Yeah and what were you expectin', you ol' fart?"
Confidence asked Odin-sama with a sardonic smirk.
To say Odin-sama was shock was an understatement.
He looked ready to fall out his thrown, but maintained his
balance by griping the arm rests. "Oh . . . my," he said after a
moment of silence.
Confidence rolled his eyes. "You are wasting my
time!" he sang before adding coldly, "Either say your piece or
let me leave. I have better things to do than sit around
watching and waiting for an ol' fart to blow his internal
organs out his ass."
"Excuse me?!" Odin-sama exclaimed, eyes wide.
"Oh! Was that your liver?" Confidence asked
mockingly.
Compassion and Courage couldn't help but chuckle at
their brothers insult, even if it was at Odin-sama.
"Right," Odin-sama drawled out before smiling
somewhat cruelly, "Here, catch!" he exclaimed to
Confidence.
Confidence let out a low grunt as something was
shoved into his arm. "What the . . ." he faltered as he stared at
the gurgling mass of flesh in his hands. "What the hell is
this!?" he snapped irritably hold up said object in the air with
one hand.
"It's a baby."
Still holding the baby with one hand, Confidence
growled, "I know that. What the hell is the point of giving me
this?" He shook the baby slightly for emphasis before
thrusting it at Compassion saying, "Here, you take," he
looked the baby over before finishing, "her."
"She, is the new Goddess of Peace, and your new
charge," Odin-sama explained calmly, though he was
smirking a little too much for Confidence's sake.
"Ah . . . Odin-sama? Is there a reason why you're
putting her under our care?" Courage asked while eyeing
Peace curiously.
"Yes," Odin-sama answered with a mysterious smile.
"Ah . . ." Compassion and Courage copied each
others expressions.
Confidence snorted and muttered, "This is retarded."
Odin-sama raised his eyebrows with an 'Ok, this has
got to stop' look and sighed annoyed. His two ravens, Hugin
and Munim, squawked their agreement. "Compassion.
Courage. If I could speak to you alone."
"Fine! I know when I'm not wanted!" Confidence
shouted then turned and stomped away.
"Confidence!" Odin-sama shouted before he could
leave the room.
He turned around and glared menacingly. "What?" he
practically snarled.
"Take Peace with you." As if by magic, well it
actually was by magic, Peace disappeared from
Compassion's arms and into Confidence's.
Glaring at Odin-sama one last time, Confidence left
muttering angrily and glaring at Peace.
"He's worse than I thought. Not even Apocalypse was
that bad in my presence," Odin-sama said mournfully.
"Yeah. He's a really asshole," Courage muttered, "Er
. . . I mean, he's a really pain in the butt! Yeah, that's it!"
"And that's the point of putting Peace under our care,
isn't it. To try and help him regain some sort of control over
his attitude," Compassion explained knowingly.
"Correct. I want you two to make sure he spends as
much time as he can with her. Hopefully it will help," Odin-
sama ordered soothingly.
"Yes, sir," the two said in unison.
"Alright, you two may go."
The two hurried out of the room hoping that baby
Peace was still in one piece. What they found was not what
they were expecting. Valery was laughing. Confidence was
nowhere to be seen and Peace was sitting on Valery's desk, a
small puddle underneath her and on the floor in front of
Valery's desk.
Compassion and Courage exchanged looks . . . and
burst into laughter.
*********
3 years later:
"Hey Confidence?"
Confidence opened his eyes, disrupting his
meditation, to see Compassion holding his most hated
rival."What do you want?" he asked his eyes narrowing
slightly.
"Could you watch Peace for a moment?" Compassion
asked holding the proffered baby at arms length.
Confidence eyed the baby for over a minute before
answering, "Just put her on the ground, will ya." With that
said he closed his eyes and began meditating again.
Compassion sighed before placing the three year old
Peace on the ground. It'd been three years and he still hadn't
changed. Instead of changing and becoming nicer in Peace's
presence, he'd become crueller. Everyone blamed it one
Peace's interesting greeting outside of Odin-sama's thrown
room.
The three, or rather two, Compassion and Courage,
had created a schedule so each brother could, or in
Confidence's case would, watch over Peace. Sunday's and
Monday's Compassion would take care of her. Tuesday's and
Wednesday's Courage would take her and Thursday's and
Friday's Confidence would watch, if you could call what he
did watching, over her. Saturday's the three would watch
over her together. At first they had Confidence taking care of
Peace on Saturday's but a couple of threats later and it was
changed. Today was a Saturday.
The three had chosen a vacant park to meet every
Saturday and two would spar and the other watch Peace.
Uninhabited because Confidence was in it. He sat in a lotus
position on top of a grassy knoll, a gigantic, and I do mean
gigantic, tree could be seen in the background.
Confidence breathed deeply and calmly ignoring the
sounds around him. He put the sound of his brothers sparring
out of his head. He needed to concentrate and listening to
those two didn't help. He was so close to reaching his center.
The part in himself that was calm. The eye of the hurricane if
you will. He sighed as he began to let his shoulders slump.
It was at that point that something, or rather someone
crawled onto his lap breaking his concentration. His
shoulders tensed, eyes snapped open and his calm lost. With
his left eye twitching, Confidence slowly glanced down at the
wide-eyed bouncing baby in his lap. Reaching down,
Confidence grasped the grass at his sides tightly to so he
wouldn't end up strangling said child.
Peace began patting Confidence's abs with both hands
while smiling happily and gurgling, "Cafwince! Cafwince!"
"Listen and listen good, Piss," Confidence seethed
into the babies face, "I hate you. I've always hated. I always
_will_ hate you. You are nothing more than a miniscule thorn
in my side. You got that? Huh? You got that?"
Peace had stopped patting Confidence's chest and was
looking him straight in the eye as if she'd listening intently.
She blinked once before she began patting his abs again
happily "Cafwince! Cafwince!"
"If I could kill you, I would," Confidence fumed
glaring at the happy child.
"Confidence!" Courage shouted as he and
Compassion closed in on their brother.
Peace stopped patting Confidence's chest, blinked
loudly and began patting him again this time happily
chanting, "Confiwence! Confiwence!"
"Well, what do you know! You're her first word,
brother," Courage exclaimed just as happily as Peace.
"Doesn't that make you feel good, Confidence?"
Compassion as smiling at Peace's antics.
"Confidwence! Confidwence!"
Confidence stood up causing Peace to fall off his lap
stopping her so-called victory chant. "Yeah, I wet myself in
excitement!" Confidence remarked sarcastically gesturing to
his pants.
"I thought she got over that," Courage said curiously
as he eyed Confidence's soaked pants.
"Apparently the little _squirt_ didn't!" Confidence
snapped before stalking away from the three.
********
1 year later:
Ding Dong
Compassion looked up from the book he was reading
in the direction of the sound. He wasn't expecting any
company. It was a Friday so he didn't have to watch over
Peace either. Placing the book on a nearby table, Compassion
made his way over to his front door.
"May I help- Forseti! What are you-Peace! Why do
you have Peace?" Compassion asked as he noticed the God
of Justice holding Peace in his arms.
"I thought maybe you could answer that question,"
Forseti replied sounding slightly worried and slightly
irritated.
"What do you mean?" Compassion asked curiously.
"Earlier today, somebody push _this_," he explained
shoving Peace into Compassion arms, "through my dog
door."
"Dog! Dog!" Peace exclaimed cheerfully waving her
arms about.
"What!?" Compassion shouted startled by Forseti's
answer.
"Not only that, but before that, the same _somebody_
tried shoving her through Thor's mail slot!"
"Confidence!" Compassion groaned slapping himself
in the face not realizing he'd just dropped Peace on her head
or seeing the sticker attached to her butt that read, 'To: Thor,
From: Anonymous'.
*********
A couple months later, a Saturday afternoon:
"Wah!!!" Peace cried, tears falling rapidly from her
eyes.
"Shut up, Piss!"
"Wah!!!!" Once again the two were sitting atop the
grassy knoll.
"If you don't shut up I'm gonna break every single
one of your toys in half!"
". . ."
"That's better."
*********
3 years later:
"Hey Confidence! You in here?" Courage shouted as
he and Compassion entered their brothers home.
"In here!" Confidence responded from deeper inside
the house.
"Seriously! Seriously! Seriously! Confidence!
Seriously!" came Peace's voice in rapid succession.
Compassion and Courage shared a glance, sweat
dropping in unison. Find the room the two were in, they
sweat dropped again while face-faulting.
A seven year old Peace was running around in circles,
seemingly full of energy while Confidence was preforming a
kata in the middle of her circle. "Seriously! Confidence!
Seriously! Seriously! Seriously! Confidence!"
"Uh. . .? Confidence? What's . . . wrong with . . . uh. .
. Peace?" Courage asked in shock as he watched his charge
run around the room at an amazing speed.
"Well, she was just sitting there watching me, being
quiet and all so I gave her a taste of caffeinated coffee,"
Confidence replied not breaking the stride of his kata.
"Seriously! You guys! Seriously!"
"Uh. . . how much is a 'taste'?" Compassion asked as
Peace sped past him for what had to be the 18th time.
"About four gallons I think."
"Seriously! You guys! Seriously!"
*********
7 years later:
Confidence whistled silently to himself as he made
his way down one of the many streets in Asgard. He hadn't
felt as good as he did that day for a long time. The whole day
was going his way.
"Confidence!" a feminine voice shouted which
immediately ruined his mood.
"What do you want, _Piss_?" Confidence ask turning
to face a now 14 year old Peace.
Glomping onto his side, Peace pouted cutely. "Why
do you still call me that? That was years ago."
"And yet, it's still imprinted in my mind as if it were
yesterday _Squirt_," Confidence explained exasperated.
Peace began crying and hugged herself tighter to
Confidence.
"What do you want!?" Confidence shouted tiredly.
"I'm bleeding," Peace whined through her tears.
"Huh?!" Confidence exclaimed anger momentarily
forgotten. He looked her over. "You don't look like you're
bleeding."
Peace was suddenly blushing cherry red suddenly
feeling self conscious of herself and because of her problem.
"Uh. . . it's not really . . . uh. . . visible," she finished in a
whisper.
Confidence's eyes narrowed slightly. "Not . . .
visible?"
Peace turned even more red than before. "Uh . . . it's .
. . it's . . . it's below," she mumbled not daring to look into
Confidence's eyes.
Confidence's left eye began twitching uncontrollably.
"Why are you telling me this?
"Because I thought you might know why I'm bleeding
. . . there," she murmured.
The whole left side of Confidence's face began
twitching along with his eye.
*********
1 year later:
"Confidence?"
"What, _Piss_!" Confidence sighed.
Peace, now 15 years old, frowned slightly but asked
her question anyway, "Can you tell me about sex?"
Confidence took a deep breath. "Who told you about
sex?"
"Urdur, but she didn't tell me what sex is."
"Figure Urdur would do something like this,"
Confidence sighed again. "Lets put it this way. It's a mans
obligation to stick his boneration in a woman's separation to
help increase the population."
"Ah . . . . . . ok."
*********
2 years later:
"Confidence! You have to help me!" Peace shouted as
she flung herself into his chest, gripping it tightly as tears
flowed down her cheeks.
"What the . . ." Confidence exclaimed, shocked by
Peace's sudden death grip. "Get offa me for a sec, willya
Squirt," he said as he pried Peace off of himself and held her
at arms length. Looking her over, he sighed for what had to
be the millionth time in her presence.
The fact that she was crying and that her eyes were
puffy wasn't what made him sigh. It was what she looked
like. She was dressed exactly like he was, the same exact type
of clothes, style fabric, size too even though she was probably
a foot shorter than him. Her hair was done the same way as
well. Not only that, but she constantly copied what he did,
tried to act like he did, tried to do the same thing he'd do in a
certain situation. She'd even taken up the art, but quickly
stopped only to learn the art for it's beauty instead of the so
called violent side. They were an odd pair to see together,
looking so much alike yet acting completely different. Peace
always being carefree and kind while Confidence was cold
hearted and . . . well a jerk.
Whenever someone asked why Peace copied
Confidence, she tell them that she liked the way he acted. So
Confidence would then change the way he acted, or tried
really, but it wouldn't work. Peace would always laugh at his
attempts which would just piss him off and have him start
acting the way he always did.
"Now what's the matter?" Confidence asked as
patiently as he could.
"Nothing's the matter, old man," a male voice spoke
from behind him.
Confidence's eyes narrowed as he turned to the
speaker and unknowingly drew Peace closer to himself.
"Anarchy. What're you doing here?"
"Nothing. We were just playing around, that all,"
Anarchy said brushing a lock of dark black hair out of his
eyes.
"No we weren't! You were attacking me!" Peace
shouted hugging Confidence tighter.
"I truly doubt that Peace would every 'play around'
with you, Anarchy," Confidence sneered drawing an arm
across Peace's shoulders.
Peace gasped in surprise. He'd called her Peace! Not
Piss, or Squirt like he always did, but Peace! She suddenly
felt very giddy and began to smile through her tears. And he
was holding her, not with both hands mind you, but at least
he was! Every time she'd hugged him, he'd just stand and
accept it, never returning it like his brothers did.
"My son, I'm sure, was only playing around with
Peace, Confidence," Mokushi explained smoothly as he
walked up and stop next to Anarchy.
Confidence glared at him. "Go away Apocalypse. And
take your _son_ with you."
"And why should I?" Mokushi asked, a confident
smirk riding his lips.
"Because you own me one," Confidence countered.
Mokushi's smile faltered. "You're right. I do."
Anarchy snorted. "I don't think you owe this old man
anything!"
"Be silent, Museifu. You know nothing of this
matter," Mokushi retorted.
"Yes, father," Anarchy muttered.
"This is your favor. The fact that we don't kill you
and Peace right now. After this, I owe you nothing,"
Apocalypse explained.
"Whatever! Just get lost! And leave Peace alone!"
Confidence brought his free hand to his back and pulled one
of his broad swords out it's sheath before pointing the tip at
the two Gods.
"Fine! Fine!" Mokushi shouted, hands raised above
his head defensively. "We're going! Come on Museifu," he
ordered harshly before turning and walking away.
Confidence turned around turning Peace with him and
began walking away himself. Peace was still pressed against
his chest which resulted in Confidence basically dragging her
along with him. Peace didn't really mind because she was
still a little too giddy from Confidence's actions.
"Confidence!" Museifu shouted to his back causing
him to stop but not turn to face him. "You better watch your
back! Cause you never know when it's gonna be stabbed."
Confidence nodded once before he started walking
again ignoring Peace as she was still clinging to his chest.
*********
Nearly 2000 years later:
Compassion gazed upon the burning pile of wood
sadly, tears easily making it down his face. He sighed one last
time before joining his Courage and Peace, who now looked
to be the age of 19. Their eyes were just a red as his.
Even though he'd been a real pain in the ass over the
past 3000 years, tons upon tons of Gods and Goddesses and
showed up for his funeral. The only God that wasn't there
was Odin-sama himself, but most assumed he had a good
reason not to be. Others didn't care that he didn't show up.
Pointedly, Compassion, Courage and Peace.
All attempts to talk to Odin-sama about Confidence's
murder had been refused. No Gods or Goddesses were being
allowed to enter his thrown room. Not even his wife! What
really peeved the three was that they knew who the murderer
was, but without Odin-sama's permission, he couldn't be
punished!
Compassion sighed again as he watched with Peace
and his brother as their other brothers body burn. Most of the
other deities that had shown up had left by then, but they
were waiting for the whole thing to go up. It was the least
they could do for their brother at that time.
End Prologue!
Next Time: Chapter 1 - Reunions
Four Angels reunite. A girls life is destroyed. And a man is
forced into a position that he wants nothing to do with. Chaos
ensues.
Authors Note: *Sigh* Took longer to finish than I hoped. I
wanna scream out in happiness and anger right now, but I'm
containing it for the time being. Some of you might be
wondering just what the hell is going on. Well that's my
secret. If you wanna find out what is happening then email
me telling me you want me to write more. As you noticed I
used no anime characters in this fic and don't go saying Urdur
is one, because she isn't. The one thing that I'm saying right
now is that this fic will, of course, be a Ranma 1/2 crossover
with AMS and others which are TBA. Some of you are also
probably wondering about Odin-sama's personality. Well,
personally, I got tired of reading fics where the 'Almighty'
always talked "LIKE THIS" and acted all high and mighty and
thought it might be cool to have a God of all Gods a normal
person could converse with without wetting his pants or
something.
C&C appreciated at Hawk49er@attbi.com as well as flames.
If you wanna know what the hell's going on, then email me
asking me to continue this.
Norse Mythology for those of you who know nothing:
Odin-sama - Father of all Gods and Lord of the Sky.
Thor - Lord of thunder and lightning.
Baldur - God of beauty and radiance. It's said that only after
Baldur's death can Ragnarok (Apocalypse) occur. Hela made
a deal that if every being on Asgard (Heaven), Midgard
(Earth) and Niffleheim (Hell) were to weep for Baldur she'd
let him live.
Forseti - The God of Justice
Hela - Ruler of the realm of the dead and daughter to Loki
Loki - Power of evil, a trickster and he's not a God or Demon
but of the Giant race. He tricked Hodur, into killing Baldur,
Hodur's own brother. Pretended to be Thaukt and not weep
for Baldur allowing Hela to keep him.
Valkyrie - Beautiful deities that live in Asgard. They bring
dead warriors spirits to Valhalla.
Mokushi and Museifu - Apocalypse and Anarchy. They are of
my creation and are not Nordic Deities.
Japanese-
Mokushi - Apocalypse