The Daughter of War and Medicine

Unlikely Couple

Context: A character in this chapter, that will appear again, has been changed to fit the story. It is explained, but the only reason I bring this up now is because I do not support the myth or ideas the character has around them. There are people who take the character and  do stuff around them that I do not support, and here that is not what I'm trying to do. More will be explained later in the story and it will make sense. Thank you for reading.

*4 months later

Ichiro slowly marched down the aisles, his mind full of determination. He was going to get out of this place alive, despite it being one of his toughest challenges yet. He had not waged war on entire nations just to fall here, had not subjugated thousands of monsters to crumble here. Yet he had never felt so crushed where her now stood.

The weight that bore down on his arms was like carrying the sky gods themselves, and his mind was being driven madder than the Labyrinth of Daedalus could ever achieve. Perhaps the grip of Thanatos would release him of such agony and anguish.

His robes bore heavy on his body, and he was tempted to unleash at least an undead or two to assist his labour. But alas, that would probably be a bad idea.

He stared blankly at the blonde 19 year old that had so mercilessly dragged him here. He, in his own white chiton, danced merrily through the aisles, finding joy in what brought the sorcerer great pain. His sleek figure and startling blue eyes were all that brought comfort to the firstborn.

"What do you think, Ichiro?" asked the voice of his tormentor.

He turned to face the guy he had come to call his boyfriend, standing in the middle of a clothing aisle holding a lacy black bikini to his chest and a white one to the side, switching the two out.

"The black one or the white one?"

"Considering how much stuff you've gotten today, I don't think it really matters."

"Really?" asks the temptress, giving off his best puppy eyes. Then a smirk overtakes his mouth. "Well, Zeus does like it when I wear white-"

"Get the black one," grumbled Ichiro. Gods he was insufferable sometimes.

The two shared a common hatred for the king of Gods, something that supported their relationship.

"What about you? The only clothes I've ever seen you in are those old robes. Freshen things up?" he pleaded almost.

Maybe new clothes weren't the worst idea. It's not like his robes were anything too special, he had just never been bothered to try anything new on.

"What would you recommend?"

Ganymede led on, and Ichiro followed. 'Screw it', he thought, it's not like the cup-bearer didn't know who he was or what his powers were. 

With a flick of his wrist smoky ash descended from his sleeves and took the form of three skeletons, all wearing tattered orange shirts and rusting armour. The titan war had really boosted his stockpile of monsters, even if he had bigger plans coming up.

Passing the load of shopping onto the three, he sped up and followed, until they eventually arrived in a section full of... tropical clothing?

"Love, what the hell am I looking at?" asked the tired sorcerer.

"Your new style! You're too bland and could do with some colour! You even have a boring hairstyle and colour."

"This is my natural look though."

"Look," said Ganymede, unworried about the skeletons behind him and placing a hand on his hip. "Try on this, this and this," he said, grabbing a few items and tossing them over to his boyfriend. "Now go get changed and show me what you look like so I can judge."