Verse: Orochi Musou (mostly), Sornrieth (like right at the tail end no joke)
Summary: Kotaro just wanted some peace and quiet when Susanoo rants at him long enough for the poor dude to do anything to get susanoo to shut up. Also Shadowbinder saves the day???
Notes-
*Orochi killed Amaterasu a short while before his death. Amaterasu is not only Susanoo’s sister but also Orochi’s mother.
*Kurokami - Kotaro’s divine name
APPEARANCES (BECAUSE I MC’FREAKIN’ SUCK AT ADDING THEM IN)-
Kotaro/Kurokami - Ref
Susanoo - Ref
Under the cut because it’s long.
If anything separated Kotaro from Susanoo on their opinion of Orochi, it was that Kotaro just hated the serpent... Susanoo seemed to live in fear of it.
Kotaro couldn’t have said he’d blame him though. The very serpent had raised him using fear as a primary tactic. He snorted, shaking his head.
“Perhaps your mind is playing tricks on you? There is no logical way that Orochi would still be alive.” of course, his attempt at soothing the thunder god was only met with a deep scowl. Susanoo’s white brows scrunched together. “How can you be so sure? You have only seen a shaded figure of what he could withstand, what makes his burial at the hands of a mortal an different from anything else he has survived?” for once, Susanoo had some concern in his voice. It didn’t change the fact that he was still looking down at Kotaro as if he was just a kid, Which annoyed the god of chaos to no end.
There were a lot of snarky quips that he could have used, one of his current favorites was “Where the hell was this concern *when he killed your sister right in front of you?”. However, Kotaro was not in the mood for another argument in which he’d have to be saved from another divine beat down by another stranger. Now his pale eyes were staring at the sun-lit wall behind the other god. Gee, now even the sight of Susanoo was beginning to agitate him.
“Alright, alright, I’ll bite. What do you think he’s doing at the moment? Also, is there a way we can actually keep him dead this time?” He hoped to the other gods that playing along would help his rocky relationship with the god of thunder.
“According to Ryugami, traces of his soul has been spotted in a land of dragons. Appearantly the land is called ‘Sornrieth’.”
“Dragons? Oh good, at least he can meet some scaled friends there and possibly find ‘the magic of friendship’ or something. Either that or the dragons will figure out what a horrible monster he is and kill him.” Kotaro chuckled, at least both ways would keep Orochi out of his hair if only for a little while. Of course, he was met with another glare.
“Do you think this is a joke, *Kurokami?”
“Of course not! I just feel like you should not be fretting about this as much as you are. Being afraid of something that no longer exists is just plain ludicrous, my lord. Perhaps I can visit the land and get rid of the serpent myself if it would do anything to ease your nerves.” The moment Susanoo’s eyes widened, Kotaro immediately knew he had made a mistake making such an offer.
“Perhaps I misjudged you. Get prepared, I will have Tsukoyomi set up a portal for you.”
It didn’t take long to get packed. Afterall, the only thing Kotaro truly owned anymore was a lantern of which he could carry smaller items when needed. He snorted. So many things about this were bugging him.
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The portal was a lot bigger than Kotaro thought was necessary.
It’s nebulous aura took up more than half of the guilded observatory room, showing a blurry image of... a desert? Odd. The young god would have thought that such mighty creatures would have chosen more hospitable places to live. It wasn’t his world though, so he wouldn’t complain.
The pale man looked behind at the little world he was leaving. He did not know why he did- perhaps it was purely out of instinct? He absorbed the details a little bit. The room was not quite as lavish as he would have previously assumed. The observatory had a dark air to it, perhaps a scar from Orochi’s previous attack on the celestial plains, he guessed. Marble walls were beginning to crack here and there and the floor now had papers scattered about it’s surface. What a mess.
Kotaro ran a hand through his crimson hair and let out some air. At least the fresh air would clear his head.
As he stepped in, he instantly noticed that the sand beneath was much cooler than the air above it. He also noticed just how much it smelled of carrion and disease. Now it seemed like a struggle for life against the very air itself, Kotaro found that he just could not bring himself to stop coughing.
Suddenly, a shadow rushed around his body, just barely gliding above the red sand. Among the dark wave, a very large, winged figure made her appearance. As the shadows melted into the form of one of the goddesses of this realm, she snapped her fingers, forcing her shadows too create a shield too fend off the cursed air around the two of them. The goddess watched the man sputter uncontrollably, deciding whether or not to keep him alive.
Making a small motion with her dark head, the blackened mist enveloped Kotaro until he could hardly struggle to breathe anymore.
War has broken out in and around the small village of Frinfur, located inside the kingdom of Trozel. The king is fighting valiantly to protect his people, though knights around him are beginning to fall. In the center of this battle lays the Kings son, Nicholas Masquire, only 13 at the time. Nearing him is his vague childhood friend, Mitch O’ Prothens, whose family served closely to the king. Mitch quickly kneeled by Nicholas, beginning to shake his shoulders.
“Nicholas! Nicholas wake up!” She shouted, her voice barely audible through the clashing of swords and firing cannons. There was no response from the young prince, only the heaving of his chest.
“Come on Nicholas!” Mitch shouted, slapping him. Nicholas’s eyes fluttered opened, his vision first blurry of the darkened surroundings, but soon focusing on Mitch’s stress and worried filled face.
“What’s going on? Where’s my father?” Nicholas asked, sitting up, seeing the battle around him.
"There’s no time to explain, We have to leave right now!” She replied, pulling Nicholas off the ground, holding onto his hand and quickly weaving through the fighting warriors. Nicholas had his arm cut by the backlash of a long sword, and Mitch ignored the pain of a dagger scraping against her left calf.
Screams of pain echoed throughout the streets, bodies dropping one by one as Mitch and Nicholas ran past them. The clopping of hooves grew near, and Mitch looked back, thinking quickly and grabbing the horses reins, and pulling it to a stop.
“Quickly, get on!” Mitch said, getting up onto the horse. Nicholas quickly climbed on after her, and soon enough they were riding towards the safehaven of the kingdom. The pain and shouts began to grow distant behind them, along with the canon shots.
The surroundings around them grew quiet, besides the clopping of the horse's hooves against the rocky trail. Nicholas looked over the surrounding mountains and forests, worrying for his fathers life. Though Mitch worried for her entire family, who all served under the kings rule as Knights.
“How did I pass out?” Nicholas asked after a bit, curious as to how he ended up on the ground.
“After the ambush began, someone separated us, and I guess someone attempted to kidnap you.” Mitch replied, looking around the area as well. Minutes passed before the rocky trail quickly became carved stone. Kingdom commoners greeted the two kindly, allowing them up to the royal stables. Days had passed since that point, though a messenger had finally been sent from his father.
“You’re father requested that you and the Mistress Mitch remain at the castle for a years time.” The messenger said breathlessly.
“That’s unfair! I want to help!” Nicholas argued, though he felt a soft grip on his arm.
“We’re both too young to do anything about this battle.” Mitch said quietly to Nicholas. Though reluctant, Nicholas huffed and gave a nod towards the messenger, before pulling his arm away from Mitch and walking away from the messenger, leaving Mitch to conjure a reply to the king.
The year seemed to go by quickly, though before a harsh winter, Mitch had packed for a long trip to come.
“Where are you heading?” Nicholas asked, a bit of care in his voice,
“Wherever the path leads me. I plan to be back soon though.” Mitch replied.
“I wish you a safe journey.” Nicholas replied. They stepped forward and hugged each other for a moment or two, before they stepped away from each other.
“Good bye Nicholas.” She said before grabbing her satchel and bag and beginning to leave the hall, walking towards the Royal stalls, where her stallion, Ezekiel was waiting.
Years had passed and the battle waged on. Nicholas stayed inside the kingdom, due to orders from his father. Mitch yet to return from her long journey. By now they were both 16. Though that fall, news had quickly spread of the fall of Nicholas’s father and his knights, leaving Nicholas to be the newfound king.
One day though, a knock was heard from the large mahogany doors, in front of the throne room. Minor guards opened the door, to show Mitch, wearing a full suit of bronze armour , and having daggers strapped to her waist.
“M-mitch?” Nicholas asked, surprised to see his friend from what seems like so long ago.
“Hello Nicholas.” She replied with a subtle smile. “Miss me?” For only moments, Nicholas was glad, but it was quickly replaced with anger.
“Where the hell have you been all this time?” He growled.
“I apologize, the trip I took was for great importance to come in the future.” Mitch replied quietly.
“My father died while you were gone and I was left here alone, due to your journey!”
Mitch cringed, closing her eyes for a few moments and falling silent.
“And now I am left here alone, without a family and to rule the kingdom for years to come!”
“At least I’m back…” Mitch whispered, staring down at the ground. Nicholas fell silent, sudden regret running through him. He released a quick huff, before turning and leaving Mitch in the hall.
