Chapter 2
8 Year Time-skip
"Morrígan..."
"..."
"Morrígan."
"..."
"..."
"..."
SIGH
"Stop ignoring me Morrígan."
"..."
His eye's narrowed and fists slightly clenched in mild irritation. Perhaps he could cross just one line..."I know you can hear me. I just want to talk to you."
"..."
Now his irritation was clearly present on his face. Ignoring people usually was a great tactic at getting people to leave, but he couldn't. Time to cross a line. "Look, I'm sorry about what Dagda did but—" He said agitatedly.
[CHILLS]
"I'm not mad at you, Lugh. I'm just in a bad mood right now, so don't talk to me," Morrígan warned, stone cold.
These two are Lugh and Morrígan, god of the sun and goddess of war, fate, destiny, and death.
Lugh was a handsome man, with chin-length brown hair and dark green eyes. He stood at a solid 6'3 and was currently decked out in battle armor that covered his torso and the upper half of his limbs. He lightly glowed as if he was made from light, which as he was god of the sun, made sense.
Morrígan had a very cold exterior that contrasted with her body. She had dark black hair that reached her lower back and was a little wavy. Her eyes were also black, like the void of space. Her body seemed very relaxed and kind, like a mother ready to accept their child into their arms. Her scowl destroyed that image.
Lugh ran a hand through his hair and sighed. "Look Morrígan, despite Dagda still being... well, Dagda, he does have a point," Lugh stated.
Morrígan's annoyance grew. "I know he has a point, Lugh. But why does he need me? I know for a fact that he could get someone a lot more willing to do this for him," Morrígan all but growled at Lugh.
Lugh stared at her; his eyes boring into hers relentlessly.
"Morrígan, he chose you because this relates to your domain of death." Morrígan continued to stare at him. "After all this time, the Land of Shadows has started to fall apart. It should be able to govern itself, but Dagda—no, but we need someone to take control over it and restore it to its regular form," Lugh explained.
Morrígan was wholly unconvinced.
"I still don't see why this has to involve me personally. As you just said, the Land of Shadows does not need anyone to look over it. It can function perfectly by itself. You can tell Dagda to fuck off and get someone more willing to do this meaningless action," She argued.
Both parties had increasing annoyance. Lugh on Morrígan's insistence for Dagda to get someone else, and Morrígan on Lugh's insistence that Dagda needed her to do it.
"Morrígan, nobody even knows how the Land of Shadows works except for you. You have to find someone and get them to at least stabilize the place," Lugh said.
"Get someone to bring them to me," Morrígan responded.
"But we don't know what qualities they need to have. As only you know how the place works, only you can choose a suitable person to rule over it," Lugh stated.
"I stand by my word. Find someone else," Morrígan didn't budge,
Lugh grumbled and then sighed. He had been told to only use this as a last resort, but considering that Morrígan wasn't even thinking about helping, Lugh guessed that he had to use it.
"Look Morrígan. If you help, I have been given permission, from Dagda himself, to do it," Lugh offered.
[!]
Morrígan looked genuinely surprised. "Truly? He would finally relent and agree that I was in the right and he was in the wrong? I find that hard to believe."
"Dagda knew you would say that, so as a token of his good intentions, he has given me a piece of his cauldron to give to you, should you accept."
A piece of Dagda's cauldron was way too good to give up. She could use that piece as blackmailing material forever. Never again would Dagda get the best of her or humiliate her.
"Very well. I suppose I accept this offer."
Laugh spoke excitedly. "Alright then! Let's get right to work-"
"But first, I want all the details. The Land of Shadows would not randomly destabilize on its own, and I know that no one from our respective pantheon is dumb enough to mess with it. So, tell me, Lugh. Who caused the Land of Shadows to destabilize?" Morrígan said.
Lugh's face hardened.
"We don't know who for a fact, but we have a good idea. We believe that Helios of the Greek Pantheon had been messing with the Land of Shadows."
"The titan of the sun? What would he want with the Land of Shadows? A person with a domain like his certainly wouldn't care about an equivalent to their Fields of Asphodel. What gives?" Morrígan asked
"Normally, I would agree with you. Helios should want nothing to do with the Land of Shadows. But lately, rumors have been spreading that Helios has had increasing degraded mental health, and nobody knows why. People claim that he was shouting about a something that didn't belong in the human world, and forcefully moving into the Land of Shadows," Lugh explained.
Morrígan pondered on that. "And these are all rumors?"
"They're not baseless, if that's what you're asking. People claim that they saw agents of Helios looking into Dún Scaíth, as if trying to find a way in. But yes, they are just rumors. For now," Lugh said.
Morrígan's finger touched her cheek in thought. Her head shook. "I suppose we can't really do anything as of now. I believe that I will now go look for the person that we will be... hiring, per say."
"Yes, that would be a good idea. I must ask though, where will you look? You wouldn't want to be looking around aimlessly."
Morrígan laughed at that. Walking around aimlessly? Hardly. She already had an idea of who would take her up on the offer.
"Lugh, you remember Árd-Greimne, right?" Morrígan asked.
"Ah yes. The magics teacher, correct?" Lugh stated.
"Yes, that's correct. It turns out that he has a daughter, and through gossip—"
"You're stalking them," Lugh interjected.
"I'm going to ignore that... anyways, I learned that she is a warrior," Morrígan informed him.
Lugh looked surprised. "Really?"
"Uh-huh. Apparently, she is known for killing criminals, specifically rapists and murderers. However, as Árd-Greimne's daughter, she has had many potential suitors." Morrígan said.
"Had? Did something happen to them?" Lugh asked.
"You could say that. Any suitor must fight her one-on-one. She kills the really arrogant and pompous ones, which are most, and lets the others leave."
Lugh laughed. "Such is the problems of the ruling class. I take it you're going to offer it to her?"
Morrígan smirked. "Not just her. Árd-Greimne adopted a son a while ago, and it seems that Árd-Greimne's daughter taught him and likes him. She's not exactly all lovey dovey, but it's clear she cares for him," Morrígan said.
"So, you're going to offer it to both of them?"
"Perhaps," Morrígan slightly frowned. "It's a little weird though. As gossipy as some god's are, they do notice things. It seems that Helios has taken an interest in the boy too."
"Could that boy and Helios' ambitions have anything to do with each other?" Lugh pondered.
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Nah.
Unknown Place
"My Lord Helios, it is almost ready." The man spoke in a slight revering tone. Helios was everything to him, and if asked to give his life he would do so gladly.
"Finally, it was taking forever," Helios said exasperatedly.
The man talking to the Titan was around 6 feet tall and had extremely short brown hair as well as a prominent beard. Most people that saw him thought he was homeless, but that was just an act he used in order to gain information.
Solinus pondered on that. "I suppose it did take a while, didn't it? We did have to find a small opening into Dún Scaíth, and tracking the soul that came from beyond this realm was a very arduous task, but eventually, we found it."
Helios leaned forward. "And where would it be?"
"It's currently in Ireland, ironically enough. Once we have secured the soul it isn't that far to the Land of Shadows."
That was perfect. They could kill the inhabited body and stuff the soul inside of the Land of Shadows within the day. Helios would have been pissed had the soul been in the land we call Russia today, or god forbid the two 'undiscovered' continents. Helios didn't have that kind of time.
"Good. Does Philotus know anything about it?" Helios' voice boomed. Philotus was a mercenary, he lived and breathed money.
Solinus gave his response. "Negative. All he knows is that capturing the boy equals money. He's just as stupid as always." Philotus wasn't necessarily stupid, just extremely oblivious and trusting. You could stab the guy in the back and convince him that it was an accident.
"I knew I could trust you, Solinus."
"It is my duty to serve you, my lord."
Solinus was Helios' right-hand man. Basically, he did everything that the god was too lazy to do himself. Whether that be spying on someone or doing the dishes, it didn't really make that much of a difference.
"Now leave me. I have much to ponder upon."
Solinus bowed deeply. "As you command, so it shall be."
Solinus left the room, leaving Helios to sit on his throne alone. Helios himself was just a silhouette, his features being concealed by shadows. For the Titan of the Sun, Helios wasn't exactly the biggest fan of standing in the light.
His hands clenched on the throne's armrests, cracking them. He stood, his hulking figure almost touching the ceiling. He laughed, the type of crazy laugh that an evil villain would do right before they were about to be killed. His eyes glowed with insanity through the darkness, their yellow color mixed in with the bloodshot gave him the classical insane look.
"Soon... yes, very soon."
Some Town in Ireland
"You are Naruto, yes?"
[STARE]
Naruto deadpanned. "Yeah. That's me."
"Marvelous! I have found my goal, and now I shall complete it!"
Naruto stared at him for a bit, and then rubbed his eyes. He looked back up.
'...Not imagining things...illusion?'
He discreetly pinched himself, hoping the pain would break him out of this illusion. It was useless, though. Had it been an illusion, he would have detected the use of magic, which he didn't. So when he looked back up, nothing had changed.
'Is...is he actually real?'
In one last ditch effort, hoping to whatever deity listening that this guy didn't exist, Naruto looked towards Scáthach, who wasn't doing much better than him. The woman that barely showed any emotion besides a small smile or frown had slightly dropped her jaw. It was brief, but Naruto noticed it nonetheless.
If Scáthach saw him, and he saw the guy, then he probably did exist. Once you've eliminated the impossible, whatever's left, however improbable, must be the answer.
This guy was beyond weird.
"What are you two doing?"
Naruto looked at him warily, eyes narrowed in caution. "Nothing really, we... were in awe of you. Yeah, in awe."
Scáthach sighed. Naruto was great at many things. Unfortunately, lying wasn't one of them. In fact, he kind of sucked at was great at many things. Unfortunately, lying wasn't one of them. In fact, he kind of sucked at it.
"I'm not surprised! Many are in awe of the great Philotus! The greatest mercenary the world has ever known!" He said, very proud of himself.
Scáthach stared at him, 'First; he believed that awful lie? A child could tell that Naruto was lying. And greatest is pushing it. Wait a second, mercenary?' Her eyes narrowed.
"If you're a mercenary, then what are you doing here?" Scáthach questioned. "Mercenaries don't just appear in random towns without a reason, especially out in the open, when people are in a marketplace."
Naruto and Scáthach had gone out to buy training equipment for themselves and Aífe. Not 3 minutes after entering the market, this weirdo approached them and started spouting nonsense.
The man, Philotus, nodded, eyes closed in victory, looking very proud of himself. "You would be correct, miss. I have revealed myself to complete my objective, which is so close to completion," Philotus said. They both looked at him, and at this point, were wondering if they should even ask. They did though.
"Your objective?" the two asked him.
Philotus stood strong and tall, hand clasped firmly against his chest as if he was in a salute. "Yes, my objective. I have been given the task of capturing and delivering someone by the name of Naruto to my master," Philotus proclaimed.
Scáthach's hair covered her eyes. An ominous wind blew through her hair, causing it to wave in the breeze. The sun dimmed, and a cloud blocked its heat from reaching the surface. A slight chill overcame the townspeople's bodies, as if they had worms wriggling inside of them.
Scáthach took a step forward.
"Naruto, huh." She voiced icily.
Philotus nodded excitedly. "Yes, the master paid a particularly high sum for his deliverance, and I couldn't pass up on it."
Scáthach started walking towards him, and the chill increased in intensity. Hair crawled and stomachs turned. Some younger townsfolk saw life flash before their eyes. Scáthach stopped in front of Philotus. "By the way, who hired you?" Scáthach asked.
"Oh, some guy named Solinus hired me for his master. Said something about soul or whatnot. Now run along missy, I have to capture your friend—Ugh," Philotus
[STAB]
A spear was embedded in his heart.
"Wha—how..." Philotus questioned, eyes wide.
Scáthach's calm gaze bore into him, portraying her boredom as to how a potential fight had ended up. "How pitiful. Neither of us would have needed to take you seriously," She spoke emotionlessly. Her spear dug deeper into his chest, and her foot kicked him off violently, yet gracefully. He fell to the ground, wheezing.
Besides the chill, the townsfolk paid it no mind. They had learned years ago about what Scáthach would do to people and had grown accustomed to it. They even sometimes found joy in it, when she killed an especially awful person.
[SPLURT]
Blood flowed from the wound, his skin becoming paler by the second, the life slowly leaving his face. "I don't... understand..." Philotus mumbled.
Scáthach stood over him. "I am responsible for Naruto, so you need to know that you overstepped your boundaries by a wide margin." Her cruel gaze bore into him. "I have punished you according to your crime," Scáthach stated.
Philotus was dead.
Naruto looked over at her curiously. "You're responsible for me?"
Her lips slightly twitched, but Scáthch's face remained passive. "That's right. I am your Shishou," Naruto sighed at that, "and even though your skill has grown tremendously, I still have to take responsibility for someone like you." Her head turned towards him, and she looked him directly in the eye, trying to convey something to him, "Besides, I helped the poor man out. He would have made a fool of himself fighting against you" She carelessly wiped the blood off her spear.
Naruto looked slightly embarrassed, 'I'm not quite sure why you have to take responsibility for me," He said.
Scáthach raised a delicate eyebrow towards him but otherwise remained impassive. "You are my responsibility because you are my student. If you want a lover, it is my duty to deliver, even if it's just a game between us," Scáthach stated, her face emotionless, but her cheeks a slight pink.
This time Naruto could not control his blush. "I'm pretty sure that's not how it works—" Naruto sputtered.
She appeared in front of him. "...Is there a problem with that?" Scáthach questioned. Her face remained impassive, so he couldn't tell if it was teasing or not.
Scáthach had taken to teasing him mercilessly over the years, and sometimes, Naruto even wondered if she meant what she said. It certainly sounded like she meant it. He shook his head and forced his blush down.
Truthfully, she was both teasing him and being honest. Scáthach knew she had feelings for him, but she wasn't about to act like a little girl over them. However, if Naruto kept failing to pick up on her hints, she might have to be more forward. A direct confrontation.
Scáthach would not allow anyone to get in her way, even Aífe. While Scáthach would rather not hurt Aífe, she would not let her sister get in the way.
In the end, Naruto was Scáthach's.
Though she might share a little, their hearts would be entwined.
Unless a second Scáthach popped up.
Scáthach would rather not compete with a copy of herself.
Olympus
Olympus was a very beautiful place. The many gardens swarming with colors, the clear blue fountains of water, and the pure white marble the made up the center building. Each palace had its own design fitting its owners' tastes, yet still working with the white marble of the main hall. It had been a pretty calm day.
"APOLLO!" Zeus' face was enraged.
Emphasis on had.
Apollo played it chill. "No need to sound so mad pops! What is it-"
"WHERE IS HELIOS?" The command echoes across the halls of Olympus.
Looks like being chill didn't work very well. "Now let's be calm-"
"CALM? YOU EXPECT ME TO BE CALM?!" Zeus was not calm, if you couldn't tell.
"Zeus, stop your yelling or you're sleeping on the couch," Hera threatened.
That shut him up. Hera had complete control of 95% of her husband. Unfortunately for her, the 5% was his dick.
Hera spoke in a much quieter tone, yet no less threatening. "So, Apollo, to restate my husband's question, where is the titan of the sun?" Apollo was currently in a submarine 5,000 feet beneath sea level that only had screen doors. Not a very good situation.
Apollo was nervous. And sweating. Where was he again?
"Answer the question."
Oh right, Olympus. He was with Helios, and for whatever reason, Helios asked him to distract some Celtic deities. Apollo was more than happy to start flirting with them. Now then, what was happening?
"Apollo... NOW." Oh right. Interrogation. There was no getting out of this one. He had unknowingly dug his own grave. It was honestly kind of sad.
"Well... he...uh...kind of asked me for help getting into Celtic territory... and I may have helped him a tiny bit..." Apollo spoke nervously.
"By a tiny bit, you mean distracting just about every Celtic god and goddess while Helios planted a transport seal somewhere so he could immediately get in undetected? Is that what you mean?"
"Yeah..."
"Did you even remember anything about Helios? How some gods have declared him insane, and unfit to be ruling over anything? How he not only didn't deny those allegations, but embraced them, and said that he would murder thousands in order to complete his cause? A cause that makes absolutely no sense at all!?" Hera wasn't happy.
He may have forgotten about that.
Thankfully, it was just Zeus and Hera lecturing him. Had it been the entire council, Apollo was 100% sure there would be an arrow in his genitals. Artemis wasn't exactly very forgiving of the male gender, and this little (read HUGE) mistake would have given her enough reason to keep him castrated for years. Apollo did not want to test the limits of his regeneration, and the first time she did it was so painful he may have screamed like a little girl. That was embarrassing, especially when it took him weeks to wake up, and he forgot what had happened. It was like everyone else was in on a joke that you didn't understand. Still, teasing Arty was fun.
"Do you know what you've done, Apollo?"
He gulped nervously. Zeus acting like a ruler was scary. Apollo liked it better when they could all laugh at him for his infidelity and make fun of him for his power hunger. When Zeus truly got mad, he was undoubtedly a king. "Well yeah, I let Helios place a seal-"
"That's not what I meant, and you know it's not."
Apollo knew exactly what Zeus meant, and the three of them knew it. Helios going into foreign territory and placing a transport seal was extremely stupid. Should the seal be found at all, the Celts would take it as a declaration of war and would be free to attack them with no repercussions.
The other pantheons would see the Celts in the right, and any alliance the Olympians might have had would abandon them. The Shinto hated them as it was, and the Sumerians would be more than happy to go to war over something that didn't involve them. Apollo could name a few other pantheons too. Simply put, they would be screwed. Thankfully, they were keeping this between the three of them, unless the seal was discovered.
"You fucked up, Apollo."
He already knew that.
Home
Love.
Love was an interesting thing.
It could cause immense joy and happiness, yet at the same time such anger and hatred.
To fall in love was a wondrous thing, yet at the same time, could be extremely horrific, and lead to the deaths of many and the birth of a cold-blooded killer.
Such was the joys and horrors of love.
To fall in love with someone who does not love you...
What a horrific fate.
You could almost hear the cackling of the fates in the distance, wondering when and how they could fuck your life up and screw you over.
Love was fickle.
It split apart friends; causing them to commit acts they will forever regret, it split apart family; people who should always stay by each other's side, swearing oaths of vengeance so they could get their revenge, and regret it for the rest of their life.
Love was wonderful.
It pulled friends in and caused friendships to blossom and bloom into whatever was desired. It kept families together; they all loved each other, and despite words said or actions done, they would always love each other, no matter what.
She wasn't sure what to think about love.
It caused this warm, pleasant feeling in her chest, and his presence lightened up her day. She couldn't stand being without him, even for a moment.
She felt love, so she felt jealousy.
Jealousy was not envy.
Envy was a sin...
Jealousy was a reminder you were in love.
Aífe was certainly not jealous.
"You two are late..."
Aífe was also not happy with the two of them. Naruto's cheeks had a slight pink hue, and Aífe was ever so sure that Scáthach had caused it. A slight growl edged out of her throat, one that Scáthach clearly caught, if the returned smirk meant anything.
'You're asking for war, Scáthach. War. I will never concede defeat.'
Naruto's voice cut the tension. "Am I interrupting something?"
Scáthach tilted her head towards him, a small smile graced her lips when their eyes briefly met.
Aífe beamed a dazzling smile towards him and squeezed the life out of him.
"I'm glad your back safe, Naruto~! I missed you more than you could imagine!"
Naruto's head was pushed into her bosom as she nuzzled his head. Aífe giggled as she hugged him, enjoying his warmth with her arms wrapped around him.
"Ahem. I would appreciate if you don't cling to things that you don't own," Scáthach said. This lit Aífe's fuse, who was clearly getting angrier by the second.
Aífe leveled a glare towards Scáthach.
"Naruto is my student," Scáthach said that as if it explained everything. At this point, Naruto had given up correcting her with 'former.' Truthfully, she did still teach him a little, but nowhere near the point of being a teacher, like she used to do. Scáthach seemed to enjoy recognizing him as her student, so Naruto wasn't too annoyed with her.
"Excuse me? Are you laying a claim?" Aífe said.
Scáthach responded appropriately. "Yes, Aífe. I am."
Naruto jumped in. "Wait a second, don't bargain with me—"
""You don't have a choice.""
He wasn't all that surprised.
"Why am I doing this again?"
The three of them were outside on the training grounds. Árd-Greimne and Lethra had left the house before they had gotten home, so the house was empty besides them. Hopefully they don't destroy it. Scáthach and Aífe had lined up against each other, both prepared to have a 'spar' against one another.
That wasn't the problem he was worried about though. What worried him was that they were having a traditional spar, where the two combatants wore nothing but war paint. Although for some reason, Scáthach and Aífe were wearing body suits, and he was wearing the war paint. This wasn't the first time this had happened, so he only felt some shame. Naruto just wanted to know why he was involved. At the same time, he was worried that asking would further involve himself.
Scáthach briefly eyed him, slightly annoyed. "SIGH Is it really that unpleasant to be wearing the traditional training clothes?"
"That's not the point!" Naruto all but yelled. "I'm the one person not training, yet I'm the only person in war paint!"
Scáthach's blank face turned towards him, and a smirk overcame her lips. "Why not? Are you going to do something about it?"
"I mean...it really doesn't matter that much..."
"Then be brave. My sister seems to like it, and I would be lying if I said I felt otherwise." Like wasn't a strong enough word. Aífe was practically drooling. "Besides," Scáthach continued. "As your Shishou, I have a right to your body. There's no need to hide yourself from me. I will take responsibility for your—"
Naruto looked nervous. "Let's not talk about this with Aífe around-"
"How vulgar, but please, continue. It's your life." Aífe stopped drooling.
"Vulgar? I'm not sure how this is vulgar, but your interrupting," Scáthach said.
"GRRRRRR"
Scáthach looked amused. "Oh? Are you threatening me?"
The ground under Aífe cracked. "Die, bitch."
Aífe rushed her, spear thrusting at paces no regular would ever hope of achieving, appearing as just a blur to the untrained eye. Scáthach dodged it like child's play, her body language denoting that she wasn't taking this very seriously, even though Aífe was around her same skill level. Scáthach was completely relaxed despite the wild swings of a spear around herself, and slightly amused. Aífe's anger may have increased her strength exponentially, but Aífe was sloppy and easy to dodge.
Scáthach raised an eyebrow as Aífe missed her again. "Am I going to have to teach you to? How sloppy."
"I'll show you sloppy!" Aífe growled.
Aífe was becoming more refined, her techniques better polished. She was reigning in her anger. The two of them were even now, spears locked in combat as they each searched for unseen openings.
"Hey! Can you two please stop fighting! I want to show you something!" Naruto tried and failed to get them to stop.
They exchanged blows, matched evenly in their skill with a spear. Scáthach had more experience, though, and was slowly figuring out Aífe's weaknesses as the fight went on. Scáthach slid to the side to avoid a thrust and swung her spear in a slashing motion, which Aífe ducked under.
Aífe jumped back, spear held out protectively.
Scáthach's spear glinted with bloodlust as a slight red aura appeared around it. It crackled in expectancy, and the spear almost leaped from her hand towards Aífe. In a weaker person's hands, the spear would have overwhelmed their senses, and it was only a regular spear. God knows what would happen if Scáthach got her hands on a demonic or cursed spear, or god forbid both. They were about to go in for a second, more intense round, but Naruto had seen enough. They were barely trying now, and he would rather not get the house destroyed.
"You know, I was saving this for later, but I suppose now is a good a time as any." He sighed and momentarily hung his head, before gathering mana into his fingertips. His index finger touched his forearm. "This is a new technique, so bear with me if it doesn't work out."
Scáthach and Aífe glanced towards him, interested.
He drew the rune Uruz on his forearm, meaning "Manifestation" and pressed it into his skin.
"Uruz!" He voiced, and smoke appeared.
Scáthach and Aífe's eyes widened.
There were 10 Naruto's now.
"Dammit, I overcharged it with mana again! I only wanted three of them..." Naruto crossed his arms. "You know what, this works too."
The 9 other Naruto's jumped into action and apprehended the stunned women, who they then brought back to the original. Despite being stunned, Scáthach managed to ask one simple question.
"How?"
"It's simple, really." Naruto began his lecture. "Uruz can be used as manifestation to manifest something that one might need. By inscribing Uruz on myself, I am asking it to manifest myself, creating the clones that you see here. The amount of mana put in can affect the number and quality of clones produces." He paused. "I was trying to make 3 somewhat strong clones," He flicked the clone nearest to him, and it popped in a cloud of smoke. "but I ended up increasing the amount," He said.
Scáthach was speechless. She may not be a rune master, but she sure as hell knew about runes. Uruz is supposed to be a somewhat useless rune, only valuable in manifesting different items that one has touched or knows how to create. If Naruto knows how to make clones, then either he has done it before a different way, or...he knows the physics of it. He knows how to formulate and shape the mana correctly as well as how to evenly distribute among the clones. That's not how Uruz is usually used. Frankly, Naruto was a genius.
Scáthach only knew how to use the runes the regular way, and that was enough for her.
While Scáthach was engrossed in her thoughts about him, Aífe had some...different thoughts.
Blood spewed from her nose.
Aífe's mind is a minefield. Best stay out of her head.
After that training session, Aífe had locked herself in her room, blushing furiously. She wouldn't be out for a while. Scáthach had checked in on her just see her passed out on her bed muttering words so dirty a whore wouldn't be caught dead saying them.
Scáthach grabbed Naruto's wrist. "Come with me."
"What—Scáthach, you don't have to drag me! Wait—are we going to your room!?" He shouted while lightly flailing.
The door opened and was shut.
*CLICK*
Locked.
"Did you need something Scáthach?" Naruto questioned.
Scáthach had tossed him onto her bed, and Naruto was currently resting with his back to the wall, sitting up. He had changed out of the war paint into something more respectable, some pants and a shirt.
Honestly, Scáthach had been waiting to do this for a long time. 2 years, to be precise.
Her heart thumped to a beat faster than usual, and her body grew slightly hot looking at him. Her body suit didn't help, urging her heat to create sweat to fall from her skin. Scáthach controlled her body, which took some serious mental control, and starting walking towards him, her breaths deep and husky, brimming with desire.
Naruto sputtered. "Ugh...Scáthach?..."
Scáthach climbed up onto the bed, her knew meeting the comfortable mattress first, and then her hands followed suit until her entire body was on her bed, crawling towards Naruto. Her hands created an alleyway for his body, and her legs slowly dragged on the sheets. Her knees rested next to his hips, one of her hands on his shoulder and the other running through his hair as she straddled him, her soft, plump buttocks on top of his tent, which had been showing signs of forming when she and Aífe sparred. He had to use a lot of willpower to keep it down. Scáthach's face may have had a blank expression on it, but her ruby red eyes shown lustfully with love.
"Hmph. I said I would take responsibility for you, and I wasn't lying. It was never a game I wanted. Lovers is a much more appropriate statement," Scáthach said.
"Then the teasing..." Naruto stated.
"Was just for my own amusement. Seeing you blush was cute, and just made me want you even more. It's hard suppressing your desire. I want you, so I'll take you. You're mine." Scáthach said.
She kissed him, her lips moving in a fervor against his. She tasted sweet, like cherries, and Naruto couldn't get enough of it. Scáthach seemed to agree, as they kissed even harder than before, their tongues seeking to come out and clash with each other. They did just that, as they both opened their mouths into the kiss and allowed their tongues to clash lustfully.
'...T-t-tongue...' Naruto thought, mind-blown at the kiss.
Scáthach's lips trailed downwards as she kissed his bottom lip and bit at it, causing him to quietly groan in pleasure. Her kisses trailed over his cheek and towards his ear, where she stopped, and lightly bit his ear.
"Hmph. I've decided," Scáthach said nonchalantly.
"What—decided what?" Naruto questioned.
"After seeing you get this "erection" while training I've come to the decision that it is entirely unbeneficial to combat," A light blush dusted her face as she lectured him. "I feel your eyes staring through me when you get it."
"B-b-but I tried so hard to hide it as you trained me..." Naruto said.
"...No, you were obvious." Scáthach said.
"Uhh...I'm sorry..." Naruto mumbled.
"Sheesh. As it goes right now, it takes most of your willpower to suppress your erection. This might be too much stimulus for a virgin like you." Scáthach said.
"But you're a virgin too!" Naruto complained
Ignoring him, Scáthach's eyes glanced down and noticed the tent he was pitching. "It seems that you have one right now. The only logical assumption that can be made is that I'm the cause of this. SIGH, I guess I must take responsibility," Scáthach said.
Naruto covered his furiously blushing face in his hands.
"And that's why, allow me to relieve you of your virginity." Scáthach requested, her red eyes looking at him lustfully.
"What!?"
"Hmm? If you've had the taste of a woman before, you shouldn't get distracted by the mere sight of one during battle. Plus, I have a certain itch that needs to be taken care of, Na-ru-to~" Scáthach said.
"So, how about it?"
Nighttime.
Morrígan was a big fan of the darkness. It shielded her from mortal view when she decided to visit the mortal realm, which allowed her to do many things that she would be unable to do in the daytime, as people would see her. One such thing was turning into her own sacred animal, a raven.
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Morrígan, now currently in raven form, flew over Ireland, her impressive 10-foot wingspan being shadowed from mortal eyes by the cover of darkness. Had one looked closely, they would have seen the three eyes of the raven, befitting of the Trinity Goddess that Morrígan was.
Currently, she was flying over a forest between two towns in Ireland, where she had been searching for Árd-Greimne's household. The man had moved around a lot before settling down, so Morrígan had to search every town that she came across. Luckily, when she was near this town, she had briefly sensed a use of rune magic, which may not have meant Árd-Greimne, but it was her only lead.
She perched on top of one of the houses, her godly senses reaching out to find the magic she had sensed a few hours ago.
'It seems to be over on the eastern side of town...'
She spread her wings, a magnificent black color that shined in the moonlight, and took off towards the eastern side of town, her three swamp green eyes searching for traces of magic. Thankfully, she didn't have to do a thorough search and cross-check different magic signatures from the one she sensed, since only 3 people had any traces of magic, but there was probably one more that wasn't currently present. They were in one house.
One, singular house.
That was it. One house had traces of magic. If they weren't in this house, then she was in the wrong town. Morrígan perched herself on top of the house, which she realized was actually very big, and folded her wings inwards as she landed. Her top eye, the third one, glowed with her godly power as she thoroughly searched the house. She stopped at one room, and the raven did it's best to smirk.
'I found you, Scáthach.'
Her eyes glowed with power as she looked through the house and into the one room—
Morrígan-Raven blushed. '...I think I'll wait till morning...'
Lightless King: You're absolutely right. Honestly, the main reason I use the name is for its familiarity, it just makes it easier for me to write for some reason. I would also like to say that people who read fanfics, in general, have to have an open mind and get rid of most preconceptions before reading any fanfic. Authors all have different opinions on things and can take similar ideas in a very different direction. Also, I've read many a story that uses the name Naruto but doesn't have any connection to the real thing, so this isn't that original. I would also like to thank you. Your comment actually helped me set up the first major antagonist and his reasoning.
I hope that this wasn't all that bad, even though it is just plot development. I'm pretty sure that the next chapter will have some action, and if not than chapter 4 will 100% have action. Either way, so long as it's interesting I hope that whoever decided to read this enjoyed it.
If I'm correct then it's been about a month since a last updated... but that's just how I write. It will take me at least a month to write a chapter, if not more so please bear with me and be patient, which you guys have been, so keep it up. Anyways, I hope you have enjoyed the story so far even though there hasn't been any action at all, but I'm hoping to fix that.
If you have any suggestions, write a review or something. I can't promise that I'll do it, as I already have a basic plan, but I'll give it some consideration.
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