A/N: Okay, so I got this prompt from this one lovely reader named blue-hart. She asked for me to write a Tobirama/Jugo story and gave me just about free reigns on the whole thing. And I've kind of wanted to write a god and goddesses AU for a while now. So I was like: What better time to bring this idea out for a spin? Which is how this was born!

Updates will be slow, like with everything else of mine nowadays. University is insane. Fanfiction helps keep me somewhat sane.

This'll be more than just one chapter, but I'm not sure exactly how long it will be.

Pairings: Tobirama/Jugo, Hashirama/Mito, and Hashirama/Kiba

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Tobirama was not the kind of god to sulk. Whenever something bothered him, he did his best to fix the problem he had been presented with. He was a successful god that always had a solution to any kind of trouble. No matter what his insufferable brother might try to say.

"This is not something you fix by glaring and moping, Tobirama! Trust me, little brother, I know exactly what you need."

Hashirama, the god of nature, had a bad habit of not knowing when to shut up.

Having dealt with him for centuries now, Tobirama was more than used to his eccentricities. And he was knowledgeable enough to avoid most of Hashirama's more exorbitant moods most of the times. Although, sometimes, there was just no avoiding the older god.

"Itama and Kawarama agree. They wish to see you happy."

Quirking a stark white eyebrow at his brother's words, Tobirama frowned at his fellow god, "As happy as you were when you were tricked into your marriage with Mito?"

Upon hearing the difficult goddess' name, Hashirama blanched. But he soon waved Tobirama off, "That has nothing to do with what I'm proposing for you, brother! I'm not about to trick you like Butsuma did me!"

His brother rolled his eyes at the heated words.

Hashirama had been an idiot. There was no use trying to deny it. The god of the Forest was one of the dumbest deities to ever have received the breath of life and their father had taken advantage of that to try and keep himself safe. The old gods had all tried to trick the newer gods into giving up their new roles. But they had been fools that now found themselves kept within the domain of all that is dark.

Mito and Hashirama were now married, yes, and had procreated a fine group of demon spawn (not literally) that had then managed to create even more children. Which, Tobirama couldn't be too angered by. For if it had not been for Tsunade having given the new (now somewhat old) gods the idea of molding mortal creations out of the elements they held control over, then there would not have been much enjoyment to be found in the world.

Humans were rather odd, yet interesting creatures. Tsunade and Hashirama called them cute. Tobirama merely used them for tributes and the odd moment of entertainment before he had to return to his tenuous work.

"Brother, please, there really is no need for you to try and get involved in the matters of my life." The sea god breathed out in the hopes of making Hashirama listen, even though he knew the god would not.

"But there is all the need!" Hashirama smiled broadly, clapping his hands loudly.

Somewhere in the world, an earthquake rattled through the peace of a calm forest and caused an encampment of humans a great amount of grief and casualties. But Hashirama, at the moment, did not care for that. It was just the way of the world for the earth to release its stresses in some manner. His excitement had just created a rather large rift that would not have appeared naturally. No harm done, really. Now that area of the world wouldn't need another earthquake for quite some time.

"I shall find you a proper partner, brother of mine! I swear to it!"

Before Tobirama could threaten him to get that crazed idea out of his brother's mind, the older god was gone in a flurry of leaves and wind.

Alone in his watery kingdom, Tobirama could not help but shake his head in exasperation. His brother was much too annoying sometimes. Almost as excitable as the humans he so loved.

He had been a monster for as long as he could remember.

Ever since the first time he had opened his eyes, all he had known was pain and death. The only scent that had ever truly filled his nose had been blood. He had been brought into the world to kill and the first years of his life had been spent getting rid of those that opposed his family.

One day, as he had accompanied his mother on a raid of the rival clan they had almost wiped out, Jugo had seen the ocean for the first time. And a new scent had filled his nose, one he would not smell again in a long time. Fresh. As a three year old, he had marveled at the vast expanse of blue that was the ocean as the roaring waves crashing into a sandy shore drowned out the screams of their enemies.

Salty sea breeze and a lulling serenity lulled him to a peaceful doze.

And then his world was plunged into bloodshed once more when his mother came back for him and took him back home.

Violence, blood, and death were his only companions until his family finally died. He wasn't proud of this. Wasn't proud of being happy of his whole clan having been wiped out. But he was finally able to breathe without the pungent scent of copper filling up his nostrils. And he hadn't been allowed that reprieve in years. Could barely remember that fateful visit to the beach of so long ago. He was proud that he finally didn't have to kill.

If he were a thinker, Jugo would question if his family's death had been any good. Because, even though he wasn't surrounded by blood anymore, he certainly wasn't living a good life. Not as the captured weapon of the Kingdom of Konoha. He woke up in a cell, ate in a cell, slept in a cell... Did everything in his cell. Unless there was a battle that needed to be won, of course.

Only ten years old and he was treated as if he were a monster that had crawled straight from the pits of hell...

He couldn't blame his handlers, though. He was terrified of himself. So it wasn't as if he could feel annoyed when others were scared of him.

His whole family had been like him. At the smallest provocation, they became demons. Monsters that could never be killed. The only way his clan had been defeated had been by... Well... He wasn't sure. No one had told him. But it had killed them one by one, taking first the biggest and strongest members of his family before moving down to the youngest and smallest. And the only reason he had been allowed to live had been because the monarch of Konoha had decided to keep him around as an ace in the hole. With him in their ranks, Konoha would never lose any other war.

Blood wasn't the only thing he smelled any more. There was the odd smell of humidity always present in his cell, along with rot and an odd floral kind of smell shoes source he could never find. And his food certainly wasn't fit to be eaten by the monarch, but it was properly cooked and usually smelled delicious.

Every now and again he would be forced out of his cell to win a battle for Konoha, but blood was barely a smell that bothered him. As long as it didn't overpower any other scents in his life, Jugo would not mind. Especially because the blood barely ever appeared any more. And when it did, it was only for a few hours. Never more than a day.

Life wasn't perfect. But he was alive. And he was allowed to be himself, read and gaze to his heart's content, without anyone telling him that he needed to train to become stronger. He was stronger than anyone living in the world at the moment, after all. Except for the Uchiha, of course. But because they were allied with Konoha, he would never have to fight them. And as long as he could live in peace outside of the battle zones, Jugo would be happy.

He was pretty happy to continue in his life of sporadic slaughter. So he didn't mind it when his main handler, Itachi Uchiha, walked into his cell. Nor did he mind when his younger brother, the shinobi that would take up keeping Jugo in place while his older brother went off on a mission or another, walked in to tell him that his services were required.

Their family's gift ensured that neither male would get hurt by him. So Jugo didn't mind it at all when he was asked to follow them.

And as he was chained up and dragged behind Itachi, Sasuke following behind him while a squadron of Inuzuka scouted out their surroundings, Jugo had felt an odd kind of familiarity. Only one member of the canine partnered squadron was left with him and the Uchiha. His sole purpose was to sniff out any kind of threats that might attack them from behind.

He was used to the buzz before a battle. And he knew that as long as he was pointed in the right direction, he would be allowed to finish reading his story in no time.

But a sudden earthquake had ruined his peaceful haze. Their small battalion was forced to separate, a large rift forming in the middle of the forest to forcibly separate them.

The cart that held his chains went one way, the Uchiha that were supposed to care for him went another.

And soon all Jugo was left with was the chains wrapped around his body, a large gap that seemed to not have an end separating him from his handlers, and one Inuzuka straggler by his side.

For the first time in a long time, Jugo felt fear overcome him. Because for the first time in his whole life he would need to keep his temper under control. There was no one else with him that would do it for him.

He could feel the fear that radiated from the young Inuzuka with him. But he just continued to stare up at the newly created cliff where he had once stood on, much too far for any of them to try and climb. And much too far because of this rift to even get to.

Jugo had no words for what he had just witnessed. For only a truly powerful being could have caused such a rift in the ground. So either the fates had turned against him or there was a powerful enemy nearby, ready to attack.

He wasn't ready for this. He wasn't ready for the sudden loss of his Uchiha handlers. Because for the first in his whole life, he was loose. And whenever he was allowed freedom, the smell of blood always permeated his body.

His mother and sister were gone from sight. Kiba Inuzuka did not know if he would ever see them again. And this thought caused quite a bit of grief to strike his heart. But the heart that truly paralyzed him was the one that struck him as soon as he turned to look at the damage that had befallen on the cart he had been following.

The orange haired weapon they had been transporting to the battlefield was with him. The most volatile creature to ever life was only a few feet away from him, strewn along the floor in a heap that was much too human for a thing as monstrous as it.

There were always whispers of fear to be heard at all times around Konoha. More likely than not, they dealt with the weapon they had acquired from the destruction and total annihilation of a clan of savages that had once threatened the stability of the newborn kingdoms.

As a young child, Kiba had heard of the bloodthirsty cannibals that roamed in a large family unit. A clan of volatile individuals that were quick to anger and rejoiced in the spilling of blood. He'd been taught to fear them in order to be able to save himself if ever he came to confront them. And as he'd grown up and trained to become part of the kingdom revered Inuzuka Canine Corps, Kiba had done his best to keep in mind how truly terrifying the last member of this cannibalistic clan could be.

Never would he have thought he'd be chosen to be part of the caravan transporting the weapon. But he'd risen in the ranks rather quickly, almost as efficiently as Itachi Uchiha himself, and he was a valued member of the tracking unit already. Lord Minato had deemed him a perfect fit for this easy mission, one that wasn't supposed to take more than a few weeks.

A simple mission... Head into the war torn kingdom of Kiri, destroy all that opposed the current monarch, and head back home... They had just been going to support their allies' government.

Now, though, because of an unforeseen earthquake, they would not be able to complete that mission. Kiri's monarch would be deposed. And if Kiba didn't play his cards right, he'd die in a brutal manner he didn't even want to think of.

The weapon slowly picked himself up from the floor and dusted himself off. And he turned his back quickly onto Kiba, turning his attention immediately towards the large gap that separated Kiba from any kind of back up.

Somehow, by some true force of nature that was beyond him to be able to understand, the ground had broken and become disleveled. The ground where they had once been on was now far away in both distance and height. Somehow, the ground had managed to grow... Kiba didn't understand it... But he didn't question it either. Sometimes, in this world, odd occurrences weren't worth breaking one's mind over. Sometimes, people just needed to accept things blindly.

Night was falling.

This forest was teeming with predators that could pose a real threat to him and Akamaru. Not to the weapon, though. Never to him.

"We..." The teen cleared his throat to try and catch the weapon's attention, although he kept his tone light to make sure to not anger him. "We should go and find shelter."

The weapon didn't question him. Instead, he only picked up the remains of his chains and began to limp his way towards Kiba.

The Inuzuka did his best to keep from flinching as the weapon neared him, then swallowed heavily and turned his back to the other male. It was dangerous and all of his instincts screamed at him to turn back around and keep an eye on him. But Kiba was the one that knew the layout of the forest the most between the two of them. And he couldn't risk any harm coming to the weapon- if not for the village's sake, then for his own.

Finding shelter wasn't difficult. Near the spot where their caravan had been separate, they were able to find a small cave. And Kiba ushered Jugo and Akamaru inside, eyes set on the horizon. The sun lowered slowly, almost mockingly, as if to taunt Kiba to its fullest extent.

"We'll need to find food."

Their supplies had been lost to the newly created chasm. Just like their horses. And the wheels had shattered upon impact. So the cart was completely useless at this point, reason why Kiba hadn't even bothered to look at it before they'd left the spot of their separation.

Jugo remained silent and tension fell over them quickly enough.

The air was thick and Kiba hated it.

He knew that it was risky to leave the weapon alone. Because everyone else was much too far to come and rescue them, he was to keep watch over their kingdom's most valued treasure. Even though it didn't seem like the weapon had noticed it, Kiba was more than aware of his limp when he walked. A limp that he would bet had roots in a broken or even shattered ankle. The weapon didn't look as if he were in pain, though. And from the way he didn't question or bother Kiba at all, the Inuzuka wagered that he hadn't even noticed it yet.

Noticed or not, though, that ankle was a casualty that could not be ignored. And the weapon couldn't go far on that foot.

"Akamaru will stay with you to keep you safe."

"But..." The weapon faltered, eyes shooting up to Kiba's for a fraction of a second before they fell onto the floor once more. "Is that... Is it safe? I mean, leaving your dog with me... I could hurt him..."

Kiba knew Jugo could kill his partner. He was not blind to this fact. But they both had a duty to their home. And if anything happened to the weapon under their watch, Akamaru and Kiba would both be hunted down by their village for the rest of their lives.

"He can take care of himself." Kiba offered a confident smile he didn't even feel, "Stay in here, yeah? I'll be right back- Don't worry."

Before Jugo could try and stop him, Kiba ran off. Because if he didn't force himself to leave right then, he knew he never would.

Hashirama was busy looking for his brother's perfect match when he found himself falling in love.

A wild human that was so in tune with nature that the forest seemed to gravitate towards him. The branches of the trees swayed towards his body, as if to try and grasp him as he ran past them. And the wind itself moved to propel him forward, as if urging him to continue on his path.

It wasn't every day that his domain accepted a human so enthusiastically. So it was only natural for Hashirama to leave his quest of sorting through the gods and goddesses of his home to be able to look into this odd human. For he had quite some time to be able to find his brother's best match. He didn't have to rush any kind of decisions.

Humans like these... Hashirama had never met one that was accepted so easily by the flora.

So the god found himself following after him as the tattooed male jumped from one branch to another. Quietly, he watched the human scan over his territory in search of... Hmm... What could it be that this human might be looking for?

Hashirama wondered for a few seconds. But then he snapped his fingers and smiled when he remembered that, unlike himself, humans needed food to survive. And from the way this human was looking through his home with his right hand grasping the weapon in his hand tightly- what was that? a bow?-, Hashirama guessed that this might be what he was looking for.

His intrigue in the human was piqued.

He moved gracefully, unlike anyone the god had ever seen before. Never before had humans been able to replicate the fluidity of a god's movements. But this one odd human, someone that didn't even seem like he belonged in the middle of the forest from his attire, although the grace in his movements spoke otherwise, was mesmerizing.

Without a second thought, Hashirama summoned for a small family of rabbits to come out of their dens. They had hidden as soon as they had heard the human's steps, but they would not dare go against their god's wishes.

With the skill of a true hunter and the efficiency that no human should be allowed to possess, the male sent an arrow through each of the rabbits' eyes. And soon he was smiling softly at the four rabbits he now had to carry.

Hashirama found himself smiling in turn. Because, for some reason beyond him, his heart began to pound at the sight of this smiling face. And soon all thoughts in his mind were of keeping said smile on the human's face.

Tobirama was a mere shadow in his mind at this point.

"Now to bring them back to the weapon..."

The smile was gone. And Hashirama's own mood fell in response to the human's, causing the forest to become colder than it should have. It was clear it had become too cold from the way the human began to rub at his hands every now and again as he strung the rabbits together to carry them better. But Hashirama couldn't stop himself from feeling bad.

He wanted to see the human smile.

With this single thought in mind, Hashirama followed the human back to wherever it was that he had come from. For, even though he had been eager to help his younger brother finally find a partner in love, he was now much too enraptured in the human that moved like an immortal.

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Rare pairings are my life and blood, apparently. I just keep cranking 'em out without much difficulty. Hope you all liked it! Please remember to review!