Release the Olympians

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Yamato: Hmph, let's see, the end of the story goes like...

Miz jumps and snatched the script out of his hands: You are not supposed to read that!

Yamato pouts: I just wanted to know if Sora and I would live happily ever after.

Mizuki rolls her eyes: Get off the stage, Taichi is supposed to do the disclaimer.

Taichi walks up the stage cautiously, trying his best to stay as far from Mizuki as possible: That witch doesn't own Digimons. And thank god for that too...

Mizuki straining a smile: What did you just say, Taichi dear?

Taichi mumbles: You are the one who shun us from your life for so long...

Mizuki cringes.


Chapter Three - Enter Hephaestos in Disguise

It was wonder that she never noticed him during the centuries she resided upon Mount Olympus, yet there he is, the perfection she searched and craved for. His blonde hair shined under the sun, as if it was the congregation of the sun's radiance, she could almost feel the warmth. Yet what really surprised her were his cerulean blue eyes, they hypnotized and enchanted her. Sora wondered if he is indeed an immortal, the combination of blonde hair and blue eyes are so rare! The last god who had that combination was Kronos, Zeus' father who swallowed nearly all of his children to prevent them usurping him from his superior position. Yet ever since the Olympians over thrown the Titans, that combination has been a taboo.

What possessed him? No wait, what possessed his creators to bestow upon him such cruelty. It is a worse torment than making him ugly like her husband-to-be Hephaestos or otherwise known as Yamato.

Yet she cannot help but feel attracted to his controversial exterior. She found him handsome. No! He is much more than that. He is her match.

"Thank you for returning it." Sora approached him and sat down gently beside him. "The bracelet was rather handy."

Yamato practically jumped at the sound of her voice. Surprised that she actually knows him. "M... m... my pleasure, my lady." He stammered, hoping that she would notice his surging heartbeat and his crimson cheeks.

Sora laughed, she did notice his bashful behavior, and to be honest, she quite enjoyed it. "You are so cute!" She exclaimed, "I wish Yamato is half what you are." She praised him and hoped that he would take the hint and flirt back with her.

"Excuse me?" Yamato was truly stunned; he thought she noticed that fact that he is Yamato. Obviously, his first instinct was correct, she never noticed him with other more handsome Gods surrounding her. Yet, this does open the window of opportunities. Perchance, she may even fall in love with his true nature, and not be revolted by what the others rumored.

"I am not sure that it is appropriate, but you've got the most intriguing blue eyes. I feel as if I could stare into it, forever." Sora blushed and averted her gaze away from his sapphire orbs. "I mean if you did not look so much like Kronos, I am sure you'll be dubbed as the most handsome God on Mount Olympus."

Yamato stared at the giggling Goddess next to him in astonishment. Throughout his entire existence, no one has ever told him that he was anywhere near handsome. The glares and snickers coincided with his mother - Hera's declaration, which pronounced him as the most ugly God around. Neither has anyone hinted that his banishment is closely related to the fact that his features closely resembled the forbidden persona - Kronos.

"You really think that I am handsome?" He can feel that his angel has just returned him some of his long lost self-esteem and confidence. His angel, he liked the sound of that.

Sora blushed a thousand shade of red. Such a blunt and naive question!

"Everyone has their definition of handsome." She smiled as she answered; she has no notion to inflate his ego. His shy and humble nature is what drew her in the first place. "But I find you incredibly sweet." She grinned as she noticed his cheeks tinted with crimson. Ah! She loved teasing him and she, being the Goddess of Love should be the master in flirtation. Yet somehow, she cannot help but feel nervous sitting next to him.

Sora timidly took a peek at him and found herself in the uncomforting silence with her nameless perfection. Alas! She still does not know his name!

"I am Sora, the Goddess of Love." She smiled, hinting that he too should tell her his name in return. Exchanging names is the first stet towards a good relationship. At least, that is what she believed.

"Is the name that important?"

Sora tilted her face slightly and gave him a look of confusion. "Of course it is. It is how you identify yourself and how others identify you."

"Call me Matt then." Yamato replied swiftly. He was not lying to other, Matt, is just another version of his true name - Yamato.

"Matt." She smiled sweetly and mumbled the name couple times before grinning at him. "I like that name, it sounds awfully warm and comforting." Sora laughed as Yamato raised his eyebrows.

"Really? Because all these time, I thought that my name is suppose to be cool," he retorted.

Sora laughed, "No, Matt is anything but cool! Zeus, now that is cool! Of course, don't let Hera ever hear me say that, or she might just take it the wrong way and decide to turn me into a fly." She grimaced at the thought of being turned into a fly.

Yamato nodded, he knew exactly what his mother is capable of. "But then again, dear old Zeus might think you are in love with him and I don't think that is any better."

"True," Sora nodded. She knew that Zeus had tried to flirt with her in the past and she shuddered at the thought of becoming one of his mistresses. God! No woman, immortal or not, is crazy enough to marry her archenemy's lame and ugly son and have an affair with the 'father-in-law'. Even the thought of it is suicidal.

Yamato smiled as he saw the beautiful goddess shudder at the thought of having a fling with Zeus. His father is suppose to have this irresistible animal magnetism, which attracts beautiful women like ants to honey or flies to dung. At that thought, he could not help but burst out laughing.

The Goddess of Love stared at Yamato at his outburst, "I didn't know that having an affair with Zeus is that funny."

"Oh no, it is not funny at all." Yamato tried to recompose himself. "But beautiful women seemed to be attracted to him..." He paused as a thought suddenly crossed his mind; mayhap Sora had a hand in all of Zeus' love affair? After all, she is the Goddess of Love, which reigns over beauty, love and sex.

"I don't suppose you'd have something to do with it?"

Sora flinched. He is a smart one. Other than Zeus and herself, no one knew of her part in Zeus' fling with other women. No one. Not even Hera, who should've at least guessed after so long.

"Are you saying that insignificant little Goddess of Love helped big, mighty and powerful Zeus get laid?" She tried to look innocent, yet it can barely cover her bubbling enthusiasm and delight. "You bet I helped! I mean seriously, what can you do when God of Gods looked right into your eyes and tell you in his booming voice that, it is written in the stars that he shall lay with Europa or so and so today?"

Yamato laughed at her imitation of Zeus' majestic voice. "Tell him to do it himself and leave you alone?" He suggested 'helpfully'.

Sora smiled and just as she did, firework started behind her and both of them turned to admire the amazing scenery in the sky, the neon glowed flowers sprouting out against the dark background, easily absorbing all attentions.

"I think you are missing your celebration." Yamato stated coolly, "shouldn't you be off entertaining the others now?"

"If I don't know better, I'd think you were trying to send me off – very unsubtly may I add." Sora said as she turned around and stared at Yamato sullenly.

"Oh no! I didn't mean I want you to go!" Yamato blanched and waved his hands around in desperation. "I mean I would love for you to stay here with me. I mean I like you…wait, what I meant to say was that I enjoy your company." He stuttered and tried to very subtly convey the feeling that he worshipped the ground she walked on.

Sora eyed the nervous young man amused. She seems to have the ability to make him nervously and she found that incredibly cute. Most of the time, her presence just makes most guys and gods act like a total jackass and love struck idiots.

Yamato grimaced at himself. She's probably disgusted and impatient with him right now. What a love struck idiot he portrayed! God! How he hated making a fool of himself.

"I am glad that you enjoy my company. It's getting rare to be able to actually have a conversation with anyone right now. Most guys just try to hit on me and most girls want me to make a good match for them. The other greater god tries to manipulate me in order to empower themselves." Sora sighed and leaned back. Her flame red hair brushed past her smooth shoulders like the fall of curtains and Yamato found his attention drawn to it and he also felt the temptation and urgency to run his fingers through them.

Yamato gulped. He is like one of those guys she had just described, trying to hit on her. The only difference was that he did not have the gut to act suave and actually go after what he really wanted.

"It's sad how superficial the world has become. Really, for me, it's probably a good thing as it ensures that I would be able to keep my post but everywhere, people are swayed by skin-deep beauty. To be beautiful is to be popular and to have a beauty is to convey one's important status. Less and less people are getting married for true love and more and more people are getting love confused with lust." Sora stopped there and turned to find Yamato gazing intently back at her.

"Oh I know what you mean!" He declared almost instantaneously. "When people purchase at a horseshoe for instance, strength of the metal and hardiness of the handcraft is no longer the uttermost important. Instead, they look at the pattern and decided on it is worth by the design! It's atrocious! Blacksmiths are being turned into artists to make a living."

It's interesting to know that they shared similar views on certain aspects. Yamato grinned back at Sora as she smiled ever so prettily at him. Really, when one thinks about it, beauty and strength should go hand in hand. But the strength should be the strength of one's soul and not the physic.

"Love should make one beautiful and strong." He said and then added, "love should make one accept all flaws and faults. For acceptance and understanding is one of the strongest form of love." With the last comment, he alluded to his situation. What are the chances of her not being revolted by him when she finally finds the truth? The fact that the Matt she finds so sweet was actually Yamato, the one she hates and is disgusted by.

Yet as he looked upon her flawless complexion, such question held no relevance, for at this moment, he is with her and he's content. Ah! How he wished that she would lean against him and they would sit under the sycamore tree until moon leaves and sun once again grace the immortals on mount Olympus.

It's as if Zeus heard his wish and took favor in him, for just a few moments later, his wish came true. Yamato almost gasped when he felt Sora's head leaned against his shoulder and her small, soft body collapsed upon his. His heart raced and blood pumped as he risked a glimpse at her. To his amusement and dissatisfaction, he found the Goddess of Love fast asleep.

God! How perfectly adorable the way she slept! The way her mouth parted slightly, begging to be kissed and how tempting the way her chest moved up and down. Yamato could feel the intense strain at the moment. He had the strong urge to ravish her and make her completely his with or without her consent.

Yet his moral prevailed and he settle for a chaste kiss on her lashes as he lifted her weightless body up and walked towards her bedchamber to hand her back to her friend Biyo who would protect and look after her.


OMG! This chapter is finally out! How long a hiatus was that! I thank everyone who reviewed and urged me to continue (do i want to count how many 'updates' there were in the reviews?) As Mayu is near completion, I think I am going to concentrate my energy to try to finish this story off first (I know I said I would write Serendipity first but as it is, this is has more...inspiration at the moment).

Well, hope you enjoyed the reading!

Eiliriel