The Depot

As another anniversary of the Shibuya incident had passed, I started to wonder about something: what kind of costumes would Satoru, Yura and the kids wear on Halloween? (of course I have an idea about what Satoru would like Yura to wear, but I'm really curious about a PG13 version costume!)

my first thought was a family costume set but I feel like Megumi would say no to that so fast lmao

plus, as far as I'm aware, halloween in japan is not super 'kid-friendly' I guess? like there's no trick or treating or stuff so I don't see the kids dressing up as a tradition. maybe a year they managed to convince Megumi somehow? lol

but theoretically... I could see them dressing up in very traditional halloween costumes! like Yura as a witch, Satoru as a mummy (he already has all the bandages he needs), Megumi as a reluctant dracula or wolfman, and Tsumiki as something like a fairy because she's the least scary one of them all lol

Instead this man looked at his beloved and said, “who did it?”

And she replied “Zeus,” accepting he probably wouldn’t believe her.

And then he sighed, strapped his sandals back on and said, “I’ll be back before the baby is born.”

“Where are you-?”

“The lord of the sky came into my house, molested my wife in my bed and ate my food. I am going to settle the score.”

“Darling, he’ll kill you.”

“The pathway up Olympus is guarded by dozens of traps and perils strong enough to thwart even the Titans. How are we going to get past all of…” the shepherd boy with golden eagle feathers gestured uselessly at the slopes above them, particularly the herd of eight-legged goats snorting fire.

“There’s a way around,” Yiorgos said, though he was not specifically asked. But he had been the first to begin the march on Olympus, and so felt obligated to take the lead whenever possible, “In the stories there’‘s always a way around whatever obstacles the Gods place in our way.”

He hadn’t meant the words to come out as a question, but they had that lilt to them none-the-less. And even though he hadn’t meant it to be a question, much less a question directed at anyone specific, it was directed at one all the same. Just as the eagle-feathered shepherd boy’s had.

“Way I heard it,” a woman’s voice said. Rough with the Mycenaean Greek equivalent of a backwoods accent, and with the depth of a farmer’s wife who straps cattle to her back to carry to market, “there’s a back path. Hidden behind an invisible door that only one key in the world can open.”  Everyone’s eyes had turned to the broad older woman in heavy shawl sitting amidst supplies in the foremost cart. “Least, that’s what my grand-mammy always told me.” she added after a moment of dozens of eyes on her.

“Oh, we were so foolish!” That was Lydia, a lithe waif of a woman, many months pregnant, sitting opposite the seamstress in the wagon. “Of course there’d be a.. a quest. They’d keep such a key in the depths of Tartarus or in the golden chariot of Apollo, or, or-”

“Or”, the older woman cut her off in a voice both firm, but much gentler than she used on anyone else, “he’s like all husbands and has been promising to move the key someplace better for the past three thousand years but hasn’t gotten around to it.”  She gestured vaguely to the hillside, “Honestly, I wouldn’t be surprised if it was under, say, that bush right over there.”

Far, far away, Prometheus smiled through yet another liver removal. The bird went upon its way and the wound began to knit.

He kept his secret. The burden of the bigger picture demanded it. Zeus was kinder than Kronos, who was kinder than the primal chaos that came before. The pattern would hold, so long as the titan’s tongue was likewise held.

In the early days, when Zeus would come to interrogate him each day between the bird’s feasts, Prometheus had allowed himself one small slip. Had the Lord of Olympus been less enraged he might have recognized the prophecy when the Firebringer spoke it under the veil of defiant spite.

When Prometheus laughed through gritted teeth and stared the King of the Gods right in the eye, and prophesied.

You wish to know, oh mighty King of Olympus, merciful and just?

mighty King of Olympus,

merciful and just?

Role reversal AU: Sakura as Orochimaru's student 🐍

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