❛ you’re cute. how about i buy you a drink ? ❜ Inari smiled teasingly at the older kami.
Susanoo was one second away from protesting, that he was The Susanoo and that meant 'cute' should be taken as an offence toward him, but a glimpse at his current vessel in the mirror pressed 'pause' to his mini tantrum. Fuck, I indeed look cute.
"You know I would never say no to you, honeybunch," he beamed at Inari with an endearing smile he saved for just a few, with she being the only one by far on this entire island. Their camaraderie also earned her his fairness, and so he made an offer that he hadn't given anyone since the separation with his dear wife. "And if that drink is great, I'll sing you a song, whatever you want to hear, my dear."
Inari watched Susanoo calmly, their chin propped up on their hand, amber eyes scrutinizing. Even with the sea god's display of temper, they remained unfazed. Inari merely picked up another cup and poured each of them another glass of sake. "Darling, all that fury, I would think you are in love with dear Amaterasu?" The fox deity took sip of their sake, amber eyes glowing with mischief. It was in them to make light in the face of rage and revenge. "Hmm, Greeks are quite delicious." Inari licked their lips waving their hands for Susanoo to sit down. "I don't mind mind them, I can see why Amaterasu was tempted." Inari hummed and drowned back down the sake. "And the only reason she has been looking is because of what happened with Tsukuyomi-sama," Inari spoke vaguely, eyeing Susanoo. "You indeed know what happened with that don't you?"
Susanoo paused to look askance at Inari, then pushed out a loud huff of open vexation at their remark.
“That’s downright offensive, Inari,” he scolded, for once appearing to be an old disgruntled god with a big ego and huge pride, both were at times vulnerable. Susanoo did not speak further about that, letting the grumbling thunders outside do the rest of expressing his fury for the world to see.
He flopped back down on the couch, nose still flared in anger, but the stormy look in his eyes slightly eased up. The scowl on his face soon shifted to sarcasm, what Inari commented about the Greek deities elicited a short-live sneer from him. “Pretty faces with shallow minds, except for Athena, she’s good. I cannot still see why Amaterasu was into those enough to get deeply tangled up with two. If she’s got something to prove with that, then it’s how damn fucked up her tastes in romance is.”
He paused his rant to take in what Inari had to reveal to him next. And what was revealed to him got Susanoo’s eyes narrowed in doubt, confusion, and another imminent tide of anger.
“What do you mean by that?” He put the inro that contained the other black pearl on the table in between them, directly asking for another exchange of information.
“What exactly happened to Tsukuyomi? You mean Amaterasu has something to do with his vision impairment?”
"Oh don' t be naive, kami-sama. It's not a good look for someone as old as you." Inari smirked but drank more sake, as if ignoring the temper tantrum of the god now huffing across them.
"She is obviously attracted to what is not us." Inari replied vaguely, their words laced with something like emotion but it quickly smoothed into their usual stoic expression. "And I can understand. Those Greeks," She gave a hum of satisfaction, like a predator fresh from a kill.
"Quite delicious." They shrugged, a casual gesture that seemed to hide whatever secret emotions they kept about the whole affair. However, at the question, Inari seemed to sober.
Surprisingly quiet, Inari reached for the bottle and poured them both another glass. "I would have expected you would have heard it, even deep down under the waters. It was that catastrophic of a fight. And the war that followed...."
Inari takes a breath, uncharacteristically somber. "How much do you remember of the kami Uke Mochi?"














