不偏不党

i remember i had a banette gijinka with kassim as the fc….

It was always the most responsible one of the gods in every respective region that was given the title as 'caretaker', more specifically in groups of three. Granted Susanoo wouldn't consider himself much of any caretaker for his own younger siblings when he cared little for them... One he heard was traveling, attempting to 'work' for the mistake she had made. The other... Well, some never changed.

You have my sympathy, Kagami." Truly, the god respected the other for being able to somehow juggle both of them when they were both so... Enthusiastic.

I am merely worried someone may notice a pattern. It would be quite problematic, is all." They all had their fair share of humans bothering them, after all. Those disgusting, lowly creatures... Absolutely annoying. "Though if she ends up in trouble within my region, I will attempt to make sure she doesn't as you would in your own..." Emphasis on attempt.

Today was pretty chilly for this time of year - he could actually see his breath! That might’ve been due to how early in the morning it was and how far away from home he was, but still. At least he’d managed to get himself a hot up of apple cider to keep himself warm.

Perhaps now was one of those moments, head turning in the direction of another's voice.

"Nn--?"

"You are referring to the woman that visited my dwelling earlier in the week?" Well, that was the only human that Susanoo had seen recently, after all... The Keeper must have caught a glimpse of her and the state she was in on her way back to civilization. Not that he could really care very much-- He didn't have the emotions to do so after all. Besides... She brought that upon herself. "I had no intention of 'playing' with her to begin with. While I may seem docile to you, Touya, I happen to be very mentally unstable. That arrogant wench merely triggered that side of me I aim to keep control over. This is the very reason why I haven't slept in hundreds of years...

★.      Struck right in the heart, but she is done as she is told. She shuts her mouth and sits there. But, slowly but surely, she starts to sing. 'Who can say where the road goes— Where the day flows— Only time?’ First it’s really subtle, but it increases in volume. Maybe she is stupid to make a deal with death. But then again, Susa wasn’t the god of death.

And it was impossible for humans not to fear something. She learned the hard way, and she knew she stoked whatever fiery ego he cooked up for himself watching her whimper and quiver like a dog. She didn’t care. Not at this point in time. 

                                ‘ A hypocrite. ‘

For once, she could not disagree. She was exactly that— she contradicted herself more than a philosopher would. Perhaps that’s exactly what she was— a philosophy. A walking book full of ideals and assumptions made of her own mind and law. 

His mockery fueled her long dormant loathing for the creature she became under the unfiltered influence of flare. The animosity of his voice reminded her of how Lysandre once spoke to her, and perhaps that’s what brings her back to her senses. A stir is brought about within her dormant form, small frame finding strength to lift off the cold, hard cavern floor. 

                「 I’m sorry. 」

Barely audible whisper escaped parted tiers of lacquer as she flipped to her knees, on all fours now as she reminds herself that it didn’t end here. A few of her flaws might’ve been found out and she might’ve lost her little white horse, but perhaps now she would walk away with a clear and prominent conscience, just like she predicted before.

                「 I’m so sorry. 」

If the situation were on lighter terms, perhaps she would’ve remarked on how embarrassing this was. Ah, even if it weren’t, it was still something that would bring a flourish of crimson upon her now pallid cheeks.

The cold was finally getting to her.

                「 I… I don’t know. 」

She really didn’t know. Yvonne didn’t know a lot about life, or the world, or anything for that matter, but she did know she was still human. Humans had emotions, no matter how hard they tried to conceal them. Nothing could prevent the influx of tears, either— to think this whole ordeal started off with her making a jest. A jest that almost cost her her life. She learned something, though— she learned to fear and perhaps that was the greatest lesson of all. Her little philosophy was put to an end.

She was no better than a human. She was lower.

                「 I… I’m sorry for disturbing you. 」

Never in her life did an apology sound so sweet and sincere from her then it did now. Never in her life did she apologize for her wrongdoings, either. Susanoo struck fear into her frozen little heart and managed to thaw it to some degree.

Instead, they made being such as him-- beings they couldn't control-- look as if they were soulless, blood thirsty monsters that only had the objective of destroying any life that came in their way. In a sense, perhaps that was exactly what he had become for those stupid enough to come and attack him while he slept... But humans had transformed him into that which fed the nightmares of poor children that were told to sleep early. All the man had ever wanted was to remain neutral; to relish in the peace only he seemed to have in a country so constantly torn between two things that were supposed to exist together.

Only one was supposed to prevail in the minds of those selfish power hungry creatures-- Survival of the fittest they called it, but when it came down to it, the current situation was an exact representation of what that truly meant in this world: Humans had to be snapped to their senses; forced down on their knees before those that truly would survive in this universe. They were merely allowed to think of themselves in control because they were allowed to.

Ah, nothing seemed to sound more beautiful than the words she just spoke in that moment. None of her chipper laughter or crooked smiles could compare to the sweet sweet sound of an individual being swung off their high horse and apologizing in such a pathetic tone that fit a dog. It also felt a bit too easy to break through that facade of hers, leave it melting and pooling at her feet and show her true colors to him and make her realize she was not strong.

She never was. She was merely using lies and arrogance as a crutch to make it seem she was.