Ereshkigal

He was unstoppable. Such power should not exist in one entity, but here he was, sick smile and all. But boredom ran through cold, uncaring black irises. He forewent his seeing wear as well ad the tie that held his white hair. One leg had crossed over the other, letting his ankle rest of his bent knee, face against the knuckles of his right hand.

She'd be here soon. He knew it. He could feel her frantic soul from deep within his caverns. Though he was hidden meticulously, he let off just a sliver of his immeasurable power to challenge her. He wanted her to see what he had done for her. All of this was for her.

All he ever did was to please his Goddess. She was what he revolved around. All this mortality, obliteration, and power were for her. So she's love him again. So she wouldn't see the hollowed shell he had left imprinted with the council. She would finally notice to the extent what his love meant. He'd desecrate galaxies just to be in her good graces once more.

"Ah, Ereshkigal dear. You've made it."

He expected her knowing smirk followed by a witty remark. But he was met with a searing pain to his right side. His pained screeches was not the sound he wanted to echo against the walls. Why was she doing this to him?

"Stand down, Ranginui. You have no means of escape." The flame unremitting at his paled skin till it shriveled in its wake.

"Why?" His powerful voice was nothing more than a meek kitten's growl. " I did this. All of this, for you!"

He had long fallen from his throne, curled in on the floor, writhing in agony.

"Just so I'd take you to me again? So you could watch the whites of my eyes as I cried out your name into the night? You have killed so many in cold blood. How could I love that?"

His pained screams ceased, using his divine power to reflect the burns. "You. You say you do not appreciate what I have done for you?"

"You expected me to reciprocate a monsters love?"

"No, no monster, love, me. My love. My love for you knows no end. I have given you so many to control in your Underworld, why do you not thank me for all I've sacrificed?"

"Sacrificed?" The raging inferno beat back his power, overcoming him once again. "You have killed Gods know how many! And you call that sacrifice? I shall rip your limbs from your body, cleaving your shallow soul from that false Godly stature. You do not deserve a title as one of us. Ney, you deserve the title monster."

Ranginui let out a tremendous cry, standing at full attention. His rage directed to her.

"They changed you. Those children of yours. They made you soft. Where is your hatred? Where is the animosity I felt when you spoke of humans? You speak as though killing thousands is a crime to you. No it's those children. You want to keep them so horribly that you'd revoke your hate to appease those council Gods." His lips curled as his fangs bore at her. Not once did she flinch. He was sent into an absolute rampage. "I'll make you better. I'll get rid of them all. All of them, the humans, the Gods, the children. All of them so we may be together once more. I love you so-."

A gargling sound resonated in the cave. Ranginui stood sickly still as blood seeped from his mouth. She held his right arm in her teeth. He had done it. He had met his ultimate goal. Here she was, the love of his sky was presented in her true form.

"He. Hee. Heh heh heh." The Maori God fell into a fit of sadistic laughter, pointing at his use to be lover. "Look at your heinous form. You think children will love that?" He lost his other arm.

She was nothing of her spring time self. Her rose hair was now matte black and sprouting from all around. Her face was contorted and elongated, a muzzle of a dog barring gnashing incisors. Blood dripped from her mouth onto her fur. Inhuman noises of the beast echoed around her victim. He didn't have long to plead with her.

"Look at me, you beast. You know I am right. So hand me my limbs and I shall make this right."

The next jump for him was at his neck.

"I love you. Please do not let our dream die."

"Shānnarō, you rat ass bastard."

"You're doing the thing again." His calloused hand brushed back her bangs. "Where you zone out and mutter about things."

As promised, she had her army. And they sat back in his uncle's living room. Ezraeil's head lay still in his sleep on her lap, her nails combing his loose baby soft strands. Her face held no serenity, however. A longing look of self-hate was not one he wasn't unfamiliar with crossed her sad emerald eyes.

Zeus and Poseidon watched cautiously. They knew what her mind was envisioning. At any moment she could break apart, leaving blood in her wake.

"Ereshkigal?"

If the situation were not so direr, he'd find it comical that the two looked so worried over their friend. If he had to admit, they reminded him of Naruto and Itachi; brothers looking worriedly on as they could not help.

"He killed my family."

Madara tensed, standing in apprehension. Kakashi had even put his book down, gazing powerlessly.

"Seven of us. We lost seven of us."

"I am aware. But there is nothing we can do." Kakashi coaxed. "Breathe. You need to breathe."

"I need him dead for once and for all. For Frigg, Loki, Ares, Apollo, Bastet, Horus, and Shu. He needs to pay. He took away everything but my youngest."

Sasuke didn't know a lot about his girlfriend, but he did know of the wars she had seen. But at what cost, he knew now. She had carried herself like an uncaring movie star. Nothing fazed the beautiful girl with overflowing, layered coral tresses and shining verdigris irises. He always took note of the leafy diamond on her forehead, giving her that extra daring air.

"We'll get your sons back." Sasuke couldn't fight the urge to poke the jewel in the manor his brother had so affectionately done in his younger years. He needed to comfort her in anyway, and this was the most appropriate.

"We are going to get them back." Kakashi stressed, "You have no part of this, Sasuke."

He was getting relatively exhausted of the two older males telling him what involved him and what didn't. As far as Sasuke's concerns went, Sakura was his top priority; he did 'save' her life and she was indebted to him. At the very least he'd try to do the best of his abilities, no matter how vain.

"Look, Lightning God, I owe it to her."

"You owe nothing to her, she is our problem." Madara's unconcerned hand swatted at the air.

That was additional matter, the way they treated Sakura like an issue and not a feeling being. Red flashed behind his closed lids.

"She's not something to handle." The Uchiha boy was standing in an instant. "She is grieving and all you can think of is dealing with her? If you two cared about her you'd be doing the same thing I am currently being ridiculed for."

"By making empty promises?" Cold crimson challenged his nephew, mouth in a grim line as stood to meet head on.

Sasuke nearly lost it. He had forgotten that this man was his family and that you do not wish to spill your clan's blood. Furthermore he did not take into account that this male was no man and could wipe the proverbial floor with him in the blink of an eye. But his uncle saw something flicker in his nephew's glare. A familiar rage he thought he had disposed of long ago.

Madara stumbled blinking. Once. Twice. Thrice before he could regain his bearings. Kakashi had restrained his aloof nephew.

"Do you see that?" He was dumbfounded.

"Bestest by your nephew. The others wont believe it." Zeus was just as speechless.

Ereshkigal seemed much too lost in her world to engage in their discoveries.

"How many?" each anticipated the answer, but never wanted there to one. They knew better than to assume they'd gone through war with no personal lost.

Ereshkigal chanced a glance at Thor, the anguish found in dark eyes burned worse than the blistering scald marring her fair skin. Then to equally tormented Odin. Family meant the world to the two, having fought along side with them as far as any God could remember. They knew they had lost Loki and Frigg. Frigg selflessly took a strike in place of her son. His afflicted coal eyes widened. The boy shook with such a rage that he had tapped into the power thrust so deeply inside it quaked the surrounding area. He pushed black and white bangs from his face, resolve hitting him. Thor had tried ineffectively to tackle him, as to not loose a brother as well, but Ranginui was taking no prisoner.

She felt his pain all to well. Zeus had lost his sons. Ares had been the first to dive into the fray, dragging a disinclined Apollo with him. Apollo was to distract the Maori King with arrows shot from his sky chariot, while Ares took him by surprise. Ranginui swiped one out the sky as he swung his colossal body to stomp the other. How he would tell Hera and Artemis (who he cleverly left out the battle) happened? He let his sons just charge head on into the utmost perilous setting any had seen. He deserved their unrelenting hate.

Baas stood furthest from the crumbling mountain range. He had lost three of his own. The three he had taken under his wing while traveling the world. Originally the three were supposed orphans from Japan, having lost memory in some sort of confrontation. Amaterasu was such a quite girl. Looker too, with that electric blue hair and striking amber eyes. Tsukuyomi was a lot louder than his foster sister. He was rather obnoxious with such bright orange spikes on his head and otherworldly azure eyes. A complete contrast to Baas last disciple, Susano'o. The boy never spoke. He kept his lavender eyes covered by deep rose-colored hair, skin translucent. He had watched his only family parish due to Tsukuyomi's brashness to show off and Amaterasu's willingness to protect him. It was the only time Ereshkigal had seen his eyes. He was the one to wound Ranginui enough for her to tear his skull from his rancid body.

Ereshkigal never wished for them to help her. She was determine to take him done and go with him, as to not leave any looming threat to her family. That's what they were, even in her denial, she knew they were family. Susano'o's sacrifice had deeply scarred her; he was a relatively young God, being about the same as her eldest in age.

Those idiot Gods had lost their own children to protect hers.

The sight that met her waking state was disturbing. Poseidon had sat on top of his nephew, prying his eyelids open while Zeus restrained him. She gazed down at the awake and entertained Ezraeil.

"Explain?"

'He attacked uncle Poseidon.' He was fixated at his uncles' behaviors.

"What are you three doing?" She huffed.

"Sea biscuit got his ass handed to him." Zeus cackled.

The Goddess threw her blush tresses from her face in a laugh.

"Hush." Poseidon rolled off Sasuke, who lunged at his throat.

The other Uchiha moved hurriedly enough to pin him back to the ground, the Greek God was ready to interfere at any time, still chortling. But Ereshkigal was far hastier than these feeble Gods. She was in-between all three, snarl at her lips.

"Comprimo! I cannot think you lot are acting like unsociable apes. You," She pointed at the longhaired man, "Over there." She directed him to the couch. "And you." Kakashi had put his hands up for the umpteenth time since dealing with her, and moved away. "And you. Look me in the eye." The boy was snapped back to attention, ashamed inky glower casted down. "Look at me, Sasuke."

It wasn't often she choose to address him by birth name. Usually she used substitutes like dear, love, my dear, or my love. That only made him want to avoid eye contact further.

"Are... excuse me but are you ignoring me?" Sakura found great amusement in his antics.

"No..." Sasuke pouted with just the faintest dusting of pink on his cheeks.

"I believe you are." Came her singsong tone.

"You are believing the wrong things." He sung back with mock interest.

"Do I detect an attitude as well?"

"I do not know what you are talking about."

"Poseidon, I am going to kiss the boy. If you do not wish to be an audience I might suggest your retreat."

That was all the warning given to him before she laid her lips against his nephew's. Like lightning, Ezraeil was snatched from the couch and taken to the adjoining kitchen.

He pulled away first gaping for air. "Did you hear me?"

"Hard to hear you when my tongue is exploring your tonsils..."

"... Anyways... I said I would stand with you. We are going to find your sons."

She kissed him a bit more fanatically, hands coming to cup his handsome face.

"My sun. My moon. My stars. I am in love with you." Jade bore into obsidian, a million emotions trying to sort themselves out. A million emotions he felt with every fiber of his being. A million emotions. And all were conveying one in a unified front.

The stars filled his eyes. "And I am in love with you."

And their fate was sealed in a kiss.

Ranginui

She was downright pissed and it pleased him to no end. She might've attacked him if she had the strength, but his faithful boy informed him she was lacking in that category.

"Welcome! It is so lovely to see you once more! I have missed you so greatly my dear, Ereshkigal."

He knew he was irking her further by sitting at her desk, messing around with the papers she had scattered there.

"And ho in the seven gates of Heaven and Hell did you piece yourself together?"

"Anaru is such a good boy. Unlike you, he actually hates those pestering meat sacks you seemed to have fallen into bed with." A nauseating leer graced his alarmingly pale lips. "Tell me, my Goddess. Is he as good as I?"

Her temper skyrocketed. Before they could have a repeat of their previous encounter, his own flame met her skin.

"You have such pretty skin. But it is tainted. I shall purify it."

"Where are my sons, Ranginui?"

"No 'My love' anymore? I'm hurt." He chuckled, standing from the seat. His long graceful stride brought him to her face. He put a hand under her chin and yanked, pulling a painful whimper from her throat. "But... not as hurt as you shall be."

A searing pain had her kneeling before him. His smirk widened. Sick fascination lit in his evil gaze as he burned her as she once did him.

"You may take that as my homecoming gift to the Gods. I'd say the elders but..." He trailed, nodding over to the right corner of the mahogany wood. Minerva, Saa, and Shiva's heads sat with eyes wide open in an eternal fear.

"Go. I do not require you to be here at this time. But soon," he bent to reach for her face, pulling it to his. His tongue darted out to lap up tears that unwillingly slipped from her ducts. "Ataahua. You are ataahua."

He had to recompose himself to send her back to the world of the living. It was not their time yet. But soon he'd have his Goddess back with no distractions. Human, deity children, or Gods. He'd have her to himself

He watched, exasperated at such a display. And with a human, what did he even poses to hold her attention like that? Such affection should not be given to a lesser being, in his biased opinion. Why wasn't his love good enough, but the brat's was more than enough? He couldn't comprehend. But he wanted to snap the human in two.

"I have your right arm, Father." Ah, his redemption.

The way to his love's good graces.

"Thank you, my son. You are doing very excellent. For a horrible woman, she taught you such obedience." A large hand came to pat wild sooty locks. "That is my son."

"And what else may I get for you?"

Ranginui paused in thought. "Come." He decided. "Sit with me and tell me all you know of this boy."

"The Uchiha bastard." His name was like a curse of his pink tongue. "He is a mystery to me. He has no God affiliation besides Mother."

"Not true. Poseidon appears to know him." He frowned back to the glass orb. "Zeus, Izanagi and his wife, even Baas seem to be hovering about him."

"Izanagi has a son his age. I assume they know each other through them."

"Very well then. The vessel child, correct?"

"Yes, Father."

Ranginui had a brilliant idea. "Do you know of this child's whereabouts each day?"

"Yes."

"Do relay his schedule to me."

Sasuke

If there was one thing he was absolutely sure of was that Tsunade wanted him dead. Six hours was not at all that terrible for working as a nurse on night shift, but his father had dropped a hint to the Doctor to take him on actual surgeries. He swore it was like his intern days all over. He was three months out of his internship and she was treated him like he was new. But that was definitely not the case.

Tsunade, to his mortification, directed him to start a procedure for bullet removal in the skull. He was not squeamish in the least, but this was not what he was trained for! Tsunade had just uttered, "Hands on experience is the best teacher." He wholeheartedly disagreed with his entire being. Going from being an intern and being thrown into gun wounds to the head was way out of his comfort zone.

If the bat wasn't crazy enough, she even had him assist in a trauma patient. He had slipped and hit his head rather hard resulting in a skull fracture. Now that was something that would make Anxiety King pass out on spot. Bone was supposed to be inside your skin.

Which brings him to the little girl who fell from a tree. Sasuke had broken ankles, but why the hell was it twisted like that?

The crazy Doctor told him he'd become a bit more desensitized to all the gore, which, if you ask his nauseated stomach, was not likely.

Sasuke nearly walked out of intensive care when a boy with asthma commenced to cough blood profusely. He relapsed to the day his brother lay on the hospital bed. Tsunade had left him be for ten minutes after that.

But it was right back to the scalpel after the ten minutes.

So after six hours, Sasuke deserved his black coffee and cigarette. He reveled in his favorite snack so much all who walked by him and his truck went unnoticed. Devil Doctor, he nicknamed her, would call for him in case of emergency. Till then...? He wasn't moving from that damn spot.

"Excuse me?" He nearly choked on his drink when the man tapped his shoulder. "Sorry didn't mean to startle you." He chuckled, pushing up him round rimmed glasses.

"It's alright. How may I help you?" He turned on his fake people person voice.

"I was just wondering if you were Uchiha Sasuke?" Sasuke took a moment to study the strange mans features. He had stark white hair like Kakashi but it was tied into a spiked ponytail. He was awfully pale, he must be ill. Had to be twenty-seven at most, judging by the bags under his eyes and the slight winkles in the corners of his mouth.

"I am."

"Oh, great! I want to thank you. You are the one who treated my son. He had slipped on his head."

"Oh. Of course. It's my job, no thanks needed." Sasuke tried to smile but it came out more awkward.

"Thank you again. You are rather young, though, if you do not mind my asking. How old are you?"

"Twenty-three in July."

"Ah! Lovely seeing the younger kids engaging in something other than partying."

Sasuke looked away. He had just gone over to Naruto's to smoke a bit before he came here. For if he didn't he'd be strung the hell out.

"Thank you, Mr..."

"Yakushi. Kabuto Yakushi."

Before Sasuke could think about it, the name did not sound familiar. No patient had the last name Yakushi. But children come in with different last names all the time. So maybe he went by the mother's last name.

Sasuke went to be nosy but noticed Kabuto had left his side.

Come to think of it, the child he worked on had his frantic father in the waiting room. Sasuke even went to speak with him about his son's condition. But why the hell would the man with sickly skin lie about something as serious as that? And if he had that information, he surly had some relationship with the child.

Something was nagging at him when he got the call to return to the OR. He pondered it enough to merit his childhood Dr.'s concern.

"Do we have any patients with the last name Yakushi?"

"No. Read your damn charts and you'd know that."

Sasuke frowned disapprovingly at the busty woman.

"Wait... Yakushi? First name?"

"Kabuto, I think?"

Tsunade gave a hesitant step, brows furrowing. "Go home, Uchiha. You look tattered."

"You're fault on all sides." Sasuke muttered before walking to the changing rooms.

He had missed the anger flash on his professor's face. He also missed her quick phone call to Naruto's godfather.

Hellooooooo

I am back with vengeance. I am prouder of this chapter than I am of seven, and we all know I want to marry seven.

Yamora

Hello gorgeous! Thanks, I really felt crappy about the previous chapter. But your reviews always bring a smile to my face. Thank you!

I am starting another story based off this one. I have missed all that fluffy SasuSaku you all love so much so it is appropriately called Mother Drabbles. Be on the look out for that.

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