“Hee hee hee! Youse not never gorra catcher me! I’s the Gin’erblead God!” A small boy ran through the exotic grasses of the immortal plane.  He looked, physically, three.
 
“Arrrrrggggg!!! Shinji!  Come back here!  You naughty little brat! When I get my hands on you…”
 
Shinji giggled and ran faster; his big sister would never catch up! Finally, in a great burst of speed, he jumped high and took flight towards the Wolves’ Forest.
 
The girl was right up there after him, though.  Her wings were bigger, and she was a far more experienced flier.  She raced after him.

 
The God of Time happened to be taking a leisurely walk in the forest.  He wanted to visit the She-Wolf, master of the forest.
 
Shiji looked over his shoulder at his sister, but she wasn’t there.  He giggled, thinking that he had out-flown her at last. Still giggling, he faced front — and flew right into her!
 
“All right, Mister Gingerbread Man, I’ve caught you! Let’s pretend, okay? Say you’re the Gingerbread God…. And I’m the Crafty Fox!” The small boy struggled in her arms, knowing what would happen to ‘the Gingerbread God.’
 
“Okibi!  I’s norra gin’erb’ead god! Dun eater me! I’s scarded!!!”  The cute little boy was the image of little Rou.
 
The fiery-haired girl bared her teeth, pretending to ready herself to eat the boy.
 
The Time God watched the scene, laughing quietly.  He walked out, right in front of the two.
 
“Ha har!  A fox, eh? Well, I am the evil vampire, and I will eat you both!!!”
 
At this Shinji giggled. Shaking his full head of blond hair he scolded Time. “Youse not a vampire! You is meester Time!”
 

 
Akira pulled at the wheel sharply, but too late.  He collided into the side of a semi, causing a six-car pile up.  “Shit!”

His arm seemed to be broken and bleeding badly.

Zenki appeared to be fine.

“Akira, ya fucking dumbass!!! Now you’ve done it, shithead!” Zenki ranted at him.

He blacked out.
 

 
Tokyaya-zoshi had lost a very, very large amount of blood.  The sight of all of it was really killing Uta.  All that blood, going to waste.  It truly was a tragedy.
 
“… Susan!  Look here!  Aunt Betty’s secret recipe for spinach bread!”
 
Susan came over and looked.  “Egads! So it is! We will most definitely have to try this one!”
Uta sighed.  Everyone had forgotten about Tok.
 
He grabbed the book, and with his claws, ripped it into a thousand pieces.  Verbyn looked at him admiringly.
 
“Wow, P– err, Uta! You’re so strong! And handsome!  Look at all them muscles!”  Uta whacked him.  This whole gay thing was getting REALLY annoying.  It was his fault, but still. Elma and Susan, though angry about the book, giggled.
 
If he hadn’t fed off of Verbyn, this would not have happened.  It had happened before with girls—s’matter of fact, it always happened when one took a victim and let them live.
 
But that did not matter to Uta right now.  He drew himself up and started shouting at the assembled. “ALL OF YOU ARE IDIOTS!  DUMBASSES!  SHITHEADS!  MANFUCKERS!  DON’T YOU CARE ABOUT TOK DAMMIT?!?!?”
 
Tok writhed in his sick bed, the pain was so great.  Evan a half god could only be expected to take it for so long.
 

 
With the two god-children back in the town, Time proceeded, finally, to the Den of the She-Wolf.
 
“Mistress of the Forest, I need your advice.”
 
The eyes of the wolf glowed from the darkness of the cave.  “What knowledge do you desire?”
 
“My son.  You remember him, yes?”

She nodded.

“He has been cursed by the Vampyre Witch, Deva.  He needs a guardian — a powerful one — it would help if he or she, or it for that matter, could teach him how to use his power… But who?”
 
The She-Wolf laughed, a barking laugh.  “She, my dear god, it will be a she.  She will capture the heart of your son.  She knows him already.  She is in the fire of youth.  She is one of the eldest.  She is full god.”
 
The god leaned forward.  “Her name?”
 
“I do not keep track of names.  You can find her with this description.”
 
“Thank you, Guardian, you have been most helpful.”
 

 
The Fire God shook his head.  His wife, the Goddess of Ice, was scolding their daughter.  Their eldest child.  Their heir, who would one day control two of the most opposite forces.  Fire and ice.  Okibi had it hard.
 
“… Look, Mom, I'm sorry!  I didn’t mean to let Shinji run off!  At least I got him before he got far into the forest!”
 
“… Bothering the God of Time again!  He has very important work to do, young lady! I’ll have you know that his eldest is on earth and has been cursed by that bitch, Deva…!”
 
Okibi looked shocked.  She had been very good friend with Tokyaya for as long as she could remember.  They would play in the forest.  She missed him a lot.
 
Fire looked at his daughter.  She had long hair, red, except at the tips, where it was blue.  She was slender, but tall, and had the same eyes as him.  Fiery yellow.  Physically she was twenty.
 
“… CURSED?!?!? TOK’S BEEN CURSED!?!? NOBODY TOLD ME??? WHY THE HELL WASN’T I INFORMED?!?!?!?”
 
Yep.  That was his daughter.  Same fiery disposition.
 

 
Akira opened his eyes.  He was in a prison cell.  All bandaged up, but in a prison cell.  Zenki sat in the corner.  Brooding.
 
The prison guard walked over.  He pointed and laughed at Zenki.  “Came back, didja?  Missed me, did you?” He sat back down at his desk, guffawing into his super size pack of donuts.
 
“Damn you, Akira.  I hate you and your guyfucking ancestor.” Zenki hissed between his teeth.
 
Akira sighed.  For once he didn’t feel like retaliating.