Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Timeless ❯ the begining ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Midori: YO!!! 'Tis Midori here…yeah…soooo…here is a story me and mah friend Kimi have been working on for a few years and finally have gotten around to writing…yeah…

Kimi: Would you shut up and read the disclaimer?

Midori: *pokes Karu*

Karu: What the-!*anger vein*

Midori: *slips him a dollar*

Karu: Fine…Midori only owns her OCs…and Kimi owns hers…the characters included in this story from different animes and books not created by Kimi and Midori belong to their respective authors…*reads disclaimer off of cue card*

Kimi: *raises eyebrow* How'd he get here?

Midori: Please also feel free to check out our doujinshi…which is probably poorly drawn but I try my best so be nice please.

Kimi: Also, we are using certain myths from Japanese mythology, but a lot of what you will be reading is the product of Midori and my imaginations. We'll let you know when we use an actual myth. Kali and shiva are originally from the Hindu religion, but that's about all we've kept of them.

Midori:yeah… what ever she said….

Kimi: Can we please get on with the story? *tapping foot on ground*

Midori: Oh…right! On with the show!!!

`Thoughts'

“Speaking”

(My useless rambling)

<center>Timeless

By: Midori Hoseki & Kimi Ichisaigosuki

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Prologue

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Our story lies at the beginning of time where seven celestial beings were chosen by the goddess Amaterasu to shape the Multiverse, create the realm of the Kami, create Hell, create Heaven, and to help her rule over all that was made. Though they did not know it, their lives would be soon torn apart, only to be brought back together again.

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Chapter One -

The sun beat down on his dark green tresses as he entered the realm of the Kami for the first time in many years. His clothes, practically ripped away from his torso, gave way to fresh blood with each pain-filled step. A young woman rushed towards him from a distant structure that was a combination of a British palace and a Japanese mansion, her fiery locks streaming out behind her like the flames of a wildfire. As she steadied him the man looked up. Haunted dark blue eyes that reminded her so much of the night sky met her worried golden irises. All the breath seemed to leave him as sudden lightheadedness overcame his consciousness. The last thing he heard before falling into welcoming darkness was someone calling his name.

“Midoriko!!!??”

Kali, the red-headed, fiery-tempered goddess of Hell tore off one of her sleeves and used it to stem the worst of the crimson liquid pouring from the worst injury, only to find it wasn't just the blood of her fellow Kami. It was, in fact, mixed with blood that reeked of humans. She growled, slinging his arm over her shoulder and dragging him back to the castle looming ahead of them, all the while showing little difficulty but much impatience. Amaterasu looked up from her paperwork upon hearing the door creak open to her office. She saw Kali standing there with Midoriko slumped over her, both of them covered in blood that seemed to be drying and sticking to their clothes, hair and skin. Jumping up, she rushed over. “What happened?!” she asked frantically.

Midoriko, who was slowly regaining consciousness, groaned and clutched the area that housed his heart with crystalline tears sliding down cheeks as the memories that stained his soul returned, slowly torturing him as they replayed over and over in his mind.

“U…Umi…”

The two female Kami managed to get the much larger male to his room where Kali stayed by his side the whole day and night.

====Next morning======

Midoriko opened eyes darkened in shade as a consequence to his sorrow. Looking over to the side of the bed, he saw the red headed Kami of Hell, she had fallen asleep in a chair and was now slumped over onto the mattress. She looked as innocent as a child when she slept, despite her tomboyish nature. Hair the color of everlasting flame lay strewn across the sheets like the halo of a fallen angel who had yet to obtain her wings.

He sat up, hair the color of a forest at night pooling around him like a curtain of emerald silk, hiding his face from the world as he let his emotions overtake him. He pushed his face into his left palm gritting his teeth and biting back his bitter tears, his skin paler than usual. The ghostly pallor was not just due to the amount of blood lost, but also from the heartache. Kali opened her eyes drowsily and sat up rubbing her sleepy golden eyes. Then she caught sight of the emerald haired man sitting up in the bed.

“ Midoriko…?”

He looked up at the mention of his name and what she saw almost broke her heart. There, before her, sat a broken man who had lost almost everything that held meaning to him. When he finally spoke she could hear a hitch in his voice, indicating how close he was to breaking down into tears, which was rare even for Midoriko. He was always cheerful and ready with a perverted remark.

“Please…leave…”

Kali looked up at him, alarm spread clearly across her face. This couldn't be him. He would never act this way. Something catastrophic must have happened for him to be in this state.

“W...what?” she stuttered hoping she had heard him wrong.

“LEAVE!” He barked through clenched teeth and hid his face.

Her golden orbs widened further filling even more so with worry as she stood, slowly backing away. Opening the door she looked over her shoulder, watching as he clutched his head. His body heaving with sobs that wracked his slender frame, he gave no indication of acknowledging her. The Goddess of Hell emanated reassurance on a very primal level of mental contact before shutting the door behind her.

`I'm here for you…'

Kali sighed, running her hand down the dark wood of the mahogany door. He had never allowed himself to shed tears in front of her before. The redhead was so deeply lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice a certain hyper brunette sneaking up on her. The Goddess of Hell jumped as a hand was set on her shoulder and whipped around, ready to fight.

Instead of a ruthless opponent, she saw the sympathetic face of the Earth Goddess Uke Mochi. She smiled up at Kali, her spring green eyes shining out of her heart shaped face, which was framed by light umber locks that were intricately woven, knotted, and coiled so that she wouldn't trip over her hair. It was a well-known fact that if she were to let it down it would be almost two feet longer than her very petite body.

Kali sighed yet again, returning the small smile as she ran her hands down her white yukata straitening the creases. Her clothes seemed plain compared to Mochi's, but then, she wasn't much into the girly part of life. Give her a bloody battle with swords clashing while blood-curling screams rent the air and every second wasted could mean you life. Okay, that was fine. Make her dress up and go to frilly little tea parties where she and a few other girls would just sit around sipping tea, talking about fashion and boys, and you would soon find yourself lying on the floor with numerous wounds.

The Goddess of Hell shuddered at the thought of being like some of the other Kami who did nothing but dress up and gossip, causing the younger girl in the green kimono with small flowers printed on it to look up at her quizzically.

“Nani?” the Kami of the Earth inquired.

Kali quickly looked away without answering, studying the designs in the door with such intensity that Mochi frowned and clenched her hands in front of her bosom worriedly. The sun shone through the overly large windows, casting light off of the jeweled headdress adorning Mochi's forehead. The wrought gold wrapped around her forehead where a medium-sized emerald rested to the back of her head where an even larger emerald hung, sparkling in the sunshine.

“How is he?” Uke Mochi tried again.

Kali looked down at the floor, feeling regret sweep through her entire being as she drew her hand away from the door and turned to the small Earth Goddess. She offered a small smile of reassurance.

“Well, he's not completely depressed…” she started before breaking off abruptly.

“Yet.” Mochi finished for her. Then the small brunette turned her back to the Hell Goddess. “He should eat something. I'll go get food from the kitchen.” Mochi turned on her heel and walked past Kali, raising her nose in the air as she passed the War God Shiva as he stalked in the opposite direction. Kali raised an eyebrow as her brother stormed up to her, his eyes the color of freshly spilt blood and brimming with fury as he stopped in front of her. The ruby on his forehead ruby glowed menacingly, a dark shade of crimson that mirrored his mood. Kali sighed, turning to him.

“Shiva?”

He leaned against the wall, his chin-length ebony locks falling forward to cover his eyes.

“Hn…?” he grunted.

Kali faced him completely, irritation flooding into her mind to replace the worry for Midoriko. “Did you have another fight with Uke Mochi?”

Shiva stiffened and muttered something that sounded suspiciously like, “Women.”

Kali sighed again, shaking her head at his stupidity. He didn't seem to be able to admit that half the time his clashes with Mochi were his fault. “Baka…”

Shiva shoved off from the wall and stormed off as Mochi returned with a tray full of food. The Goddess of the Earth stuck her tongue out at the God of War as they passed each other. Taking the plate from her best friend, Kali knocked softly on the door to Midoriko's room. All she could hear was restless movement from behind the heavy mahogany panel. After a few moments the door was opened to reveal an unnaturally tall man whom the Kami all knew as Midoriko.

He no longer wore bloodstained rags, having replaced them with freshly cleaned, whole garments. His cream-colored shirt hung open, unbuttoned to his waistline where it was tucked inside his pants. Skin as white as moonlight covered rippling muscle, contrasting sharply with the blood-red rosary circling his neck.

Kali looked up at him with worry etched on her face as she proffered the tray, trying not to force the food on him. “You should eat.”

Glancing down at the young woman he had known for centuries, Midoriko's eyes looked almost as cold as ice for a moment before they softened. “Later… I need to speak with Amaterasu first…” The Artisan of the Kami walked past the two Goddesses, not sparing a second glance or even making a perverted slur. The familiar scent of salt stung his nose, but he continued to walk away from the girl who had cared for him through thick and thin.

Kali watched him go through her tears, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her palms. She was thankful for the small pair of arms encircling her shoulders, even if Mochi was crying as well.

The emerald-haired Kami stopped outside of Amaterasu's door. He extended his arm to knock, only to have the panels of honey-colored oak open as if Amaterasu had known he was there all along. He looked away from the Goddess of the Sun, stuffing his hands inside his pockets. “Hey…”

She gave him a small, knowing smile. “Midoriko… You have clearance for an extended stay on earth if you would like it.”

Midoriko let out a shaky breath hanging his head. “I must speak with you… May I… May I come in?”

In answer, the Sun Goddess stepped aside. She was scared. He was being serious, and that was never a good sign. Midoriko walked past her only to collapse into one of the high-backed red velvet chairs with his head hung, making him look much older than he should. His eyes widened, pupils dilating and presenting a feral manifestation upon his normally laughing countenance.

“She's…. She's dead…” Amaterasu shut the door and walked over to the distraught man in her study. Deciding to skip all preliminaries, she held out a white-hot coin with a wizards' knot upon its surface.

“If you allow this brand to mark your palm, you can see whomever you want in the afterlife.” The disk pulsed with magic at her words, briefly throwing razor-sharp shadows onto Amaterasu's face.

Midoriko sighed, looking up with a sad smile on his face. Amaterasu knew, without even trying to discern how he felt, that it was for her benefit more than his. “She'd just be upset if she saw me again…”

Amaterasu's gaze pierced fiercely through his as she pressed the brand into his palm. He didn't even flinch as smoke curled up from his palm and the smell of burning flesh filled the room. “ Are sure about that?”

Kali stood outside the door, listening intently through the keyhole. Up until the moment Midoriko's right palm was branded with the wizards' knot, she had been the only one with permission to meet any and all beings when they entered the afterlife. The door opened quickly, causing redheaded deity to jump back in surprise as Midoriko stepped out of the study before quickly turning around to sweep the dark haired Sun Goddess into a tight hug, mumbling a small thank you. Amaterasu waved him off with a smile tugging at her lips. Midoriko turned to find Kali smiling warmly at him through the tears that were gathering at the corners of her eyes. “Come this way,” said the Goddess of Hell. The brands adorning their right hands seemed to glow as they made contact. He gave Kali a reassuring smirk, causing her to grin right back.

“That's the Midoriko I know!” was Kali's happy exclamation.

The Artisan of the Kami sighed and ruffled her hair. “You've grown, Kali.”

That was when it clicked: he had called her by her name, not Kitten. “M…Midoriko?” Her gold eyes filled with confusion.

“You're not flat-chested anymore.” He said as a sly smirk spread across his face. With that he chuckled and walked into the dining hall, plopping himself in his old chair to the left of Amaterasu and across from Kali, who sat to her right. He and the rest of the castle's residents could hear Kali as she stormed into the hall, screeching at the top of her lungs. “WHAT?!”

Mochi smiled as she walked in, her kimono sleeves covering her hands. “You know its just an act right?”

Kali twitched, glaring at the green-haired man who sat there sipping from his wine filled goblet as if he hadn't a care in the world. She made a strangling motion towards him upon hearing Mochi's comment. “It…still…irritates me!”

Uke Mochi giggled as her red-headed friend turned scarlet with rage. She motioned for Kali to sit at the table. “Come on. Let's get some food in him.”

Kali sighed, sitting at the table across from Midoriko. The male Kami was staring down at the plates on the tablecloth. “When're they all coming…ne? Neko-chan?”

Kali sighed as she looked up at him, deciding to let the pet name slide. “How's your hand?”

“Its fine…” He stared at his still empty plate. Suddenly the doors opened and a young man with hair the color of moonlight stood there, talking to an even younger woman with dark hair longer than Mochi's. Small ebony pins that contrasted with the woman's semi-revealing silver-and-moonstone outfit held up her raven tresses.

“Tsuki Yomi… Uzume… Long time no see,” said Midoriko. Their heads snapped in his direction upon hearing his voice. The two Kami immediately rushed over, Uzume glomping the man who was like a brother to her.

“We were so worried!!!” she wailed, burying her face in the front of his shirt.

Midoriko smirked that familiar pervy smirk. “So…has Tsuki-Yomi bedded you yet?”

And Uzume, being the complete innocent that she was, turned to Tsuki Yomi and said, “Dunno…Hey Tsu-chan!!! Have you bedded me yet?”

Everyone who had heard the question crashed to the floor, twitching in shock. Could someone honestly be that naïve? They stood upright, looking to Uzume. The youngest Kami a slight look of puzzlement on her face. Scratch that…someone could. Mochi blushed, taking her seat before turning to Kali. “Um…Kali? Where's your brother?”

“Why?” Kali grinned slyly.

Mochi's face burned like a ripe tomato. (Or should I say pomato? (1) Eh? Eh? Never mind…) “N…no reason! And I still hate him! But where is he?”

Everyone sitting around the table smirked knowingly. “Try his room.” Tsuki Yomi said as he sat down next to Uzume. The brunette Earth Goddess remained where she was, resisting the urge to chibi-cry as Amaterasu walked into the dinning hall.

“What's this I hear about Shiva being in his room?” she asked, taking her place at the head of the table. Midoriko placed his chin in his palm, a small grin forming.

“He's probably sulking.” Said the oldest son of Amaterasu. (2)

Kali nodded, helping herself to some okonomiyaki that appeared with the rest of the food on the banquet table. “ You're probably right.”

“Care to explain, Mochi?” Midoriko stared her down, giving her The Look, (3) which in turn caused her to shift uncomfortably in her seat.

“Well…”

Midoriko raised an eyebrow, tapping his fingers on the table. Mochi looked down at her plate and muttered, “We had a fight…”

Dark blue eyes twinkled as he smirked. “Then I volunteer Mochi to go give Shiva his dinner.”

“WHAT!!??” Mochi shrieked shooting up from her chair in indignation.

“All who agree say aye.” The emerald haired Kami said turning to the group. The rest of the Kami minus Susanowo, who had just come in and was wearing his customary faint sneer, all had straight faces as they said in unison, “Aye.”

Mochi whined as she was sent walking down the hall, a tray of food in her hands and chibi-tears streaming down her face. The meal soon ended in silence due to the fact no one had anything to talk about, and the Kami retired to their rooms or resumed whatever they had been doing prior to the call for dinner. Midoriko walked Kali to her quarters, patting her on the head as they reached the door made of reinforced red oak. The sturdy wood was strong enough to withstand even one of Kali's fits of rage. The Goddess of Hell bit at his hand, causing him to retract it quickly.

“Pervert.” She flicked a lock of scarlet hair over her shoulder and entered her chambers. He smiled softly as she shut the door and shoved his hands inside his pockets, walking down the hallway to his lodgings.

The next day Midoriko was seen walking through the gardens towards the man who seemed to be brooding in the shadows, whose hair was the color of the raging sea.

“Susanowo…”

Suzy (our nickname for him) turned towards Midoriko, staring at him from the shadows as though he was something repulsive that had just crawled up from a crack in the ground and tried to speak to him. “What do you want?”

Midoriko crossed his arms across his broad chest, glaring down the crude man who was, unfortunately, the God of the Ocean and Weather. “What did you have to do with it?” the Artisan demanded.

Suzy turned to him, sneering. “ What makes you think I would involve myself in something so pathetic as the lives of humans?”

The emerald haired man raised an eyebrow in annoyance and drew on his fallback plan. “Oy! Shiva! Did you hear what Suzy called Mochi?”

Shiva whipped around and sheathed his sword, which he had just been practicing with. That done, the God of War tackled Susanowo and slammed him to the ground, where he proceeded to begin a grappling match with his much-disliked brother. Midoriko grinned, walking over to a sakura tree and sitting down next to Kali. The redhead sighed as she watched her brother beat Suzy to a pulp.

“When are Shiva and Mochi gonna stop fighting?” she asked tiredly.

Midoriko leaned back against the tree trunk closing his eyes. “When Shiva realizes it was he who caused Mochi to stop talking to him.”

Kali sighed, sipping water from the glass in her hand. “As long as they get married. Everyone can see that it's going to happen except them!”

Midoriko opened his eyes and glanced over at his companion, noticing she had let her guard down in her seemingly mandatory irritation. Kali started slightly as she was pulled onto Midoriko's lap with her back against his chest. The Artisan of the Kami let out a sigh as he set his chin on top of her head. “What the…?!”

Kali's eyes widened. She was too surprised to put her guard back up or to push away from the man that had embraced her. In the background Shiva dropped Susanowo and, after looking up at the two other Kami, a grin spread across his face. He strode away thinking, `About time…'

“SHI-SHI! Why's Suzy on the floor again?” Shiva stopped when he heard Mochi's voice, an anger-vein popping out on his head.

“He said something. And stop calling me `Shi-Shi'!!” He then stomped off, leaving Mochi to stand there and watch him leave with angry tears welling up in her eyes.

“Fine! Just walk away, you… you jerk!!” she screamed at his back before turning away and stomping off herself.

Midoriko sighed and took in Kali's scent, causing her to sweatdrop and think, `What do I do now?!' ” She caught a whiff of salt on the air, her nose and eyes stinging slightly at the intensity of the scent. “Hm?” She laid her hand on Midoriko's, causing him to tense up slightly. “Midoriko?”

She could feel the warmth of his tears on the back of her neck as she twisted around in Midoriko's lap to look at his face. He sat there, his eyes shut tight as tears coursed from the deep, midnight blue eyes. Kali shifted so that she could wrap her arms around his neck and comfort him to the best of her ability. “She was…so…so small… She…she died… right here in these hands of mine…” Kali patted his back as he recalled what had happened on that dark, fateful night. “She was killed…one month before the baby was due…” He broke off in sobs.

Kali bit her lip and transported them to the afterlife. No matter what he said, Midoriko needed to see the woman that had died before her time. The Artisan of the Kami rubbed at his eyes, trying to quell the tears while his companion waited for him to regain his composure. When he was ready, Kali helped him up. “You have the mark. Call for her”

Midoriko turned towards her, his eyes shining with hope. “How long will I have?”

The Goddess of Hell offered a smile despite the growing ache in her chest. “As long as you need.”

“Thank you…” Midoriko took a deep breath, and then called for the woman named Umi. She appeared out of the swirling, ethereal mists with her waist long violet hair tied in a low ponytail and stray locks of hair framing her large violet eyes. She wore the pure white kimono and veil that she had put on for her wedding with Midoriko, and a small bulge at her stomach showed almost perfectly that she had been pregnant before her assassination.

“Umi…” Midoriko smiled as he took her hands and Kali looked over from where she was standing, wisely saying nothing as the two lovers were reunited. Midoriko and Umi spoke sweet words to one other for a seemingly endless amount of time. Somehow, the hours passed as though the temporal element of the Multiverse held everything except the two lovers utterly still.

Kali turned to leave for a moment and check the outside world when Midoriko grabbed her arm, causing her to twirl around with a surprised and confused look on her face. The look slowly disappeared under dawning comprehension as Umi began to speak to her. “Please take care of him for me.” A smile was plastered over Umi's face when she looked at the young redhead before her.

“Take care…?” Kali blinked, once again clearly confused.

“Yes… He has promised me that he will let go of the past and to move on with his life.” Umi clasped her hands in front of her as Kali swallowed a lump of apprehension in her throat with some difficulty.

“But… why choose me?” the puzzled Kami asked.

Violet eyes met gold in a unique understanding. “You hold his fate in your hands, do you not?”

Kali swallowed again nervously as her heart rate sped up. “Well yes, but…” She trailed off as the two lovers walked up to her.

“It's decided then. I leave him in your hands…” Umi smiled as she slowly faded back into the ivory mist.

Kali looked over at Midoriko and asked, “ And this means what, exactly?”

The male Kami grinned smugly. “You're stuck with me for life, kiddo.”

Kali groaned and banged her head against a nearby stalagmite. Midoriko threw back his head, letting out a deep and genuine laugh before turning and holding out his hand to the small red head. “Come on. Let's go home…together.”

Kali nodded as she took his hand. They disappeared from the semi-darkness of the cave situated in a kind of limbo between life and death, only to reappear back in the grounds where Amaterasu waited for them, bathed in dazzling light. “Have you accepted her death, Midoriko?” Her eyes swept over her two oldest children, not missing the joined hands. A smile played fleetingly across her features.

“Yes…” He lowered his eyes to the ground as he waited for her reply, which came after she finished looking him up and down.

“Good.” The chief Kami of the Shinto religion nodded her approval. “Come inside, you two.” The two Kami followed the woman who had created them into the palace where all the Goddesses and Gods resided, Kali sighing the whole time.

“So…I'm stuck with you for life?” She looked over at him, her eyes bored. Midoriko gave her an innocent look and asked, “Is that so bad?”

“As long as you refrain from groping me and/or making perverted comments.” Kali said, walking beside him now. He smirked, looking down at her from the corner of his eye. “Whatever you say…Toots.”

Kali spazzed out, turning on him while her aura grew at a terrifying rate. “What'd you just call me?!” Midoriko grinned stupidly and made a dash for it, all the while dodging Kali's attacks and screams of rage. “GET BACK HERE!!!”

Midoriko's laughter echoed throughout the palace, accompanied by Kali's shouts. Neither of them suspected that there was a traitor in their midst.

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BOOYAH!!!! Yeah! Finally finished it!!!

A pomato is a cross between a tomoto and a potato

Even though none of the kami except kali and shiva are genetically related, they all call Amaterasu “mother” because she stared the process that brought them into exestance.

We're sure that every body has received this at one point or another. It's the stare that isn't quite the”If looks could kill” glare.

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