At some point when I had arrived at my house, Lune randomly disappeared.
I looked around. "Lune?" I asked in surprise. Then I grew worried. "LUNE?!"
Mune appeared in his place, his lips pushing firmly onto my own.
I pushed him away after ... maybe a longer pause than necessary ... and cried "What have you done with Lune?!"
"He's fine. He's with Cyclone; I just wanted you alone."
"Mune, I'm sorry," I said, taking a small step backwards. I found myself against the wall of my house.
He leant in to kiss me again. "It's okay...," he soothed.
I looked helplessly into his eyes. "I chose -..."
He put a finger on my lips and murmured "Shh," gazing deep into my eyes.
"Mune - this isn't fair on you," I said through his finger, unintentionally kissing it.
"I'll be fine; I've just wanted you for such a long time..." The longing in his voice seemed to tug at me, weakening my resolve.
"You can't have me," I whispered, though my will was slowly beginning to crumble.
"Shame," he murmured, kissing me again, his arms twining round me as he pulled me close to him.
"Mune, are you listening to me?" I asked as my traitor of a heart started pounding in my chest.
"Oh, I heard. I don't believe you."
"Wh-what are you going t-to do?" I was starting to fall. Into the depths of those gorgeous eyes. This no longer felt spiritual - passion had crept in unexpectedly and the intensity of Mune's gaze was burning me.
"What do you want me to do?" he murmured into my ear, his lips gracing my cheek.
"I-I shouldn't say anything," I stuttered, closing my eyes at the sheer bliss of the contact. His lips caressed me in a way Lune's never had. I vaguely wondered, in my dream-like state, whether the love of gods was something phenomenal and sensational.
He traced his lips across my cheek, back to my lips where he kissed them softly, his hand caressing my cheek. "Well, I'd best be going then."
"No," I moaned softly.
"Then what do you want?"
I looked straight into his eyes, crying inside at my weakness.
"What do you think?" I murmured, helpless.
"I think you want Lune back," he murmured.
"Are you trying to change my mind?!" I cried, though I knew this was already happening.
"No, I just wanted to see how much you loved him."
"What have you found?" I whispered, tears coming to my eyes as my heart fought against the idea that deep down I wanted to surrender to Mune's love.
"You give in too easily."
"Am I undeserving?"
"His love? Your love? Any love?"
"That's his choice."
"What do you want?" I asked.
"I want love. I don't care who from; Death... told me something,"
"What?" I whispered.
"I-I can't tell you."
"Is it about you?"
"It's about me and her."
I thought for a moment. "Is she pregnant?"
"Close, but no."
"You were going to conceive but ... something happened?"
"You have a child?"
"War's your child?!"
"Death + Time = War, yes."
"Whoa... That must have been a terrible shock! Isn't War asleep?"
"Oh no... That's terrible." I swallowed hard. "Does she want to wake him up?"
"No, neither of us does."
I nodded. "Well, that's still a very big problem. Oh, I must be ... totally useless to you losing all sense of focus when something important's going on. I'm sorry." The passion had miraculously faded. "Would you be okay if I didn't continue to 'see' you? It would be ... much better for you."
"I don't care."
"Surely you find me tiresome? A nuisance? I don't see for the world of me how you could still love me."
I almost choked as I said "Well, that makes sense. I'm sorry for wasting your time." I pushed past him and went into my house, beginning to cry as I entered the living room.
A little while later, I heard a knock on the door.
"If that's you, Mune, you'd better have something important to say," I said.
"It's not, my lady." I didn't recognise the male voice.
I stood up, curious, and, wiping my tears on my sleeve, walked to the door and opened it.
He bowed. "Well, hello." The man had black, spiky hair and deep red eyes. He wore a long black coat and black boots and he smiled widely.
"Who - who are you?" I asked warily.
"My name is Odin."
"Odin? And what is your business, Odin?"
"I wanted to meet you; I've heard quite a bit."
"About me? Why, I'm just a plain and simple teacher. Can't think why I'd be of interest."
"You're extremely beautiful," he said, his smile growing.
I blushed but instantly grew suspicious. I remained calm as I replied. "Thank you but I have a fiancé. And I don't know anyone in the town who would say that about me so what's your real purpose here?"
"I did just want to see you, and I'm quite surprised, may I?" He knelt before me and took my hand.
I blushed more deeply. "That's really not necessary," I said embarrassedly, withdrawing my hand.
He kissed it, just before it left his grip and he stood again, "Wow, I'm in awe m'lady."
"I really don't know you," I said, though charmed by this flattering stranger. Inside, I remained suspicious but I didn't let this show in case he was only a man inspired by my beauty.
"You might also call me War."
I stepped back in shock. "What?!"
"Oh, did you not hear me? I said, you may also call me War."
"W-war?!" I stammered. "But that's impossible!"
"I'm sorry m'lady?"
"You're a god, aren't you?"
"I am indeed,"
"The son of Death and Time?" I asked faintly.
"Then it is impossible... I must be hallucinating. I'm sorry - I think I'm going crazy; if you'll just give me a minute."
I turned away from him for a minute and shut my eyes tightly. I took several deep breaths and then turned back, opening my eyes. "Sorry," I said, brightly. "Where were we?"
"Impossible? Why ever so?"
I swallowed hard again.
"Oh no," I murmured. To him I said "Y-you..." But I couldn't bring myself to say it. If he had been awoken, then he probably hadn't appreciated it when he realised he'd been left asleep by his own parents. I hunted my brains desperately for something to say and came up with the rather stupid answer of "There's no war going on at the moment."
"There is always a fight somewhere," he smiled. "I was so happy when Death woke me, then I heard everything and I had to come meet you,"
"D-death woke you?" I asked, stunned. Why had Mune lied to me? I began to close the door, saying "I'm in the good books of neither of your parents at the moment - I don't think you'll like me either."
"I was starting to like you before you started to close the door on me."
"It's nothing personal, I promise," I said, stopping. "I was worried you'd hate me. ... I don't know if I can trust you, you see. You seem ... nice."
I opened the door, helpless, not wanting to anger this, surely one of the more dangerous gods.
"Do you want to come inside?" I asked, hoping that if I could distract him long enough, Mune would come and sort this out.
"I'd love that."
I stepped aside so he could walk in and closed the door behind him. "So... what did your parents say of me?" I asked nervously.
"Death simply told me of you, nothing much."
"Did she mention ... your father at all?"
"Well, ... that's a relief. Although ... she might still have been mad." I looked down. "Are you here to kill me?"
"I'm not an assassin."
"Yeah, but still it could've been a favour -wait, what am I saying? I'm glad you're not here to kill me. Are you sure you don't hate me, though?"
"I don't really know you and I'm not a big fan of my parents," he murmured, looking at me with a glint in his eyes.
A smile tugged at the corner of my lips. I suppressed it. "You have every right to be mad, you know." I shook my head. "It was so awful what I did to your dad..."
"My dad left me to sleep for well over a thousand years. Sleeping is so dark, I'm glad to be awoken by such a beautiful woman though."
"Yes, Death is very beautiful," I agreed, nodding.
"I meant you; you're a wonderful woman to see after such a long time of darkness."
I blushed. "Now don't forget about my fiancé."
"I'm not doing any harm; I'm just complimenting you."
I nodded. "Well, that's good. Don't do it anymore." Then blushing at how I sounded, I apologised. "Thank you. For the compliments."
He laughed, "Oh you're welcome m'lady."
"I'm not a lady, you know. Just a woman."
"You're quite a lady, a fine one at that."
I flushed a deeper shade of red. "I'm really not."
"Oh but, m'lady, you are."
I waved my hand dismissively and rolled my eyes. "Anyone would think you were trying to charm me."
"Is it working?" He smiled.
"No, of course not," I said, turning around and heading through to the kitchen lest my face should betray the lie. "D'you drink coffee?"
"No. Only blood."
I turned in shock, clutching the worktop behind me for support.
"I'm kidding, yes I do."
I breathed a sigh of relief and hastily letting go of the worktop.
"Thank goodness. Don't scare me like that," I said reprovingly as I went to the kettle.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make your little heart skip,"
"Stop it," I said laughing.
"What?" he asked innocently.
"You know exactly what. Gods, I'd easily mistake you for a relative of Love!"
He smiled. "Really? Am I making your heart beat fast m'lady?"
"Yes, and you've no right to, young man."
"Oh I'm sorry," he smiled mischievously, "But, you're so, so wonderful!"
"That's really not your place to say."
"It is my opinion, so it is my place to say."
"Look," I said, half-smiling, "aren't you slightly uncomfortable with flirting with someone who nearly had a relationship with your dad?"
"No, either way I'm thousands of years older than you."
"No, that's not what I meant. It was your dad. Plus you mentioned you dislike him."
"I found he was my dad two seconds ago."
"True, true. But you still dislike him."
"Yes, but I still think you're cute."
I handed him his coffee. "Well, it's very nice of you to say so and to be so unprejudiced."
"I couldn't care less about my father,"
I nodded. "Well, don't be too harsh on him. I've hurt him and couldn't bear to know he was being hurt more."
"I haven't spoke to him, I doubt even know he knows I'm awake."
"Yeah, he doesn't - I saw him a few minutes ago."
"Couldn't care, Time is powerless really."
"Well, not really," I said, shifting uncomfortably, not really wanting to hear negative things about Mune.
"He has the power to do great things, what I mean is that he has too many rules around his powers."
And you don't?
"No, if I cause a war no one minds, apart from Death."
I sighed, looking down. "Perhaps War should have more rules. It's a terrible thing."
"Well, the only war I created was World War III and I was commissioned by Fate for that one."
"That's a relief," I murmured, but I was still downcast.
"I also stop wars, you humans and your free-will. If I wasn't here you'd have all destroyed yourselves!"
I looked up. "Thank you," I said, blushing. "I'm sorry. I ... don't know enough to make opinions. Forgive me?"
"Of course, I had forgiven you before you asked."
I walked forwards, took his coffee cup out of his hand, placing it on the worktop beside him, and hugged him.
He hugged me back. Warmth, solidity, comfort. Oh, I appeared to be tired.
I stepped back. "Your hugs are nice," I said, yawning drowsily.
"Thank you," he smiled warmly, "I'm sorry you've been through so much pain. Even in darkness I felt the sorrow from that fight,"
I shrugged. "I brought it on myself. Hey, let's go to the sofa. That's really comfy. And ... if you have nowhere to stay, you can sleep there. I'll defend you against Mune." I led him to the living room and sat down on the couch.
He sat beside me, "Gods don't sleep," he whispered, "I have no idea what Mune has been telling you."
I blushed. "Oh Mune didn't say that - I just made an incorrect assumption."
"It's fine, but I can see you're rather tired. You should go to bed."
"This is where I'm sleeping - I insisted Mune and Death take upstairs."
"Mune and Death aren't coming back sweetie."
"What? Why not?" I asked, yawning again.
"Sleep my dear, would you like me to carry you upstairs?"
"Yes, please." I closed my eyes as War lifted me into his arms.
He kissed my forehead and brought me close to his chest, "Come on then."
The gentle rhythm of his movement as he slowly walked lulled me to sleep...