“Ahh!!!!!“

Crows perching on the rooftop of the Parthenon flew away, wings flapping furiously as they gave out a startled cry at the loud scream coming from the Parthenon.

Lysander sighed, putting his pen down, his hand flew to his forehead as he slowly rubbed his temple while sitting on his chair behind the piles of documents on the table.

Pushing his chair back with a screech, he got up and walked out of his study-cum-office or whatever.

Slowly striding out of the door, he stopped just in time to see his protege rushing to the study with a five months old child in her arms.

Phoebe carried the child very... Clumsily as she looked at the infant, horror apparent on her face.

Looking at Lysander with a despairing look in her eyes, she spluttered.

“His Excellency, he— he— he peed on my clothes!“ She showed him the wet front of her service robes. “What do I do?!“

Lysander bit back a sigh. “Where is Kurama-sama?“ Phoebe held Naruto away from herself and answered. “I have no idea. Probably in the garden or whatever, what do I do His Excellency?!“

The High Priest suppressed the laughter at his protege's expanse and held out his hands for the wailing child.

“Give him to me,” he sighed, taking the infant out of her hands. “And get a change of clothes. You know that you can't miss today's service right?“

Phoebe huffed, giving him a respectful bow, she stomped away from him.

Lysander bowed his head to look at the little Jinchuriki — who had stopped wailing — in his arms. His softened as he rocked the five months old while humming a sweet song.

He turned around and made his way to his living quarters.

Murmuring, he said. “Let's get you changed, little one.“

Well, changing the diaper of a child as active and curious as Naruto was a chore and a half.

Lysander sighed — after a lot of struggle — as he finally changed the infants diaper. Lamenting upon the fact the he had, perhaps, relied too much on his lover about getting Naruto changed.

“Gods damn,” he sighed twisting his neck as he held Naruto against his chest. The little baby boy, to his credit, fell asleep quickly while snuggling into the priest's warmth, drooling on the priest's shoulder. “How does Thanatos get you changed so easily, Naru-chan?“

“It's talent, my love,” his lover's smug voice made him whirl around, careful to not wake up the child in his arms.

“Thanatos.“

Thanatos walked over to him and smiled slightly at the sight of little Naruto sleeping against Lysander's shoulder before pressing a gentle kiss on his lover's forehead.

Lysander closed his eyes, glad to feel the god's warmth as he leaned into the hand on his cheek.

“But seriously,” he gave a sigh of content. “How do you do this so easily? Naru-chan doesn't flail around in the slightest when you are the one to change his diapers.“

Thanatos leaned back, with one hand resting on his lover's waist, he was careful not to squeash the infant in Lysander's arms.

“That's 'cus I'm his favourite.“ Lysander scoffed, rolling his eyes.

“In your dreams, poop cleaner.“

Thanatos bit back a laugh at the priest's words and gently ran his hand along Lysander's spine, feeling the man shiver under his touch.

“What are you doing?“ Lysander hissed softly, glaring at him. Thanatos, however, maintained an innocent face as he raised an eyebrow.

“What?“ He asked, his hand never stopped roaming on his lover's back as he used his other hand to pull the priest closer.

“Stop, doing that,” Lysander sighed, sounded anything but admonishing as he tilted his head back, exposing his delicate neck and Adam's apple as the God of Death trailed soft kisses on his neck, the said god's warm breath ghosting on his skin.

The god's touch made him feel like his body was burning up. Thanatos pressed butterfly kisses on his lover's neck and cheeks.

Seemingly snapping out of the haze, Lysander jabbed his elbow at him.

“Ow, what was that for?“ Thanatos looked upz feeling a sting in his stomach. His beloved priest gave him a hazy glare.

“For doing this whole the child is with us.“

“It's not like he will know what's going on,” Thanatos pouted, reluctantly taking his hands off his lover. “And damn me, I horny.“

Lysander rolled his eyes. “You could have waited for me to at least put him in the cot, right.“ Thanatos nodded in agreement before pointing at his groin.

“I can, but the me down here can't.“

Lysander looked at him, wide-eyed as a pretty blush crept to his beautiful face. Gently tucking little Naruto in the sheets of his cot, he refused to look at the god.

“You say whatever you want, don't you?“

“Oh come on, you like it.“

Pressing the hands on his waist, Lysander glared at his lover.

“Not here.“

“Then??“

“Just,” Lysander sighed, getting Thanatos' hands off his waist as he walked out of his room. “Come with me.“

Thanatos obediently let his lover lead him out of the room, his own body felt hot as the ichor in his veins thrummed erraticly.

“Where—” he cut himself off upon realising where they were going. “Oh.“

With an amused smile, he chuckled. “Seriously, your old bedroom?“ Lysander rolled his eyes, pulling the god along.

“Do we have another choice?“

“Well, there are plenty of rooms here.“

“But,” he looked over his shoulder, staring into the god's eyes that shone with mirth. “That's the one of the only room where mother can't see or hear us do it, agapitos.“

He smirked triumphantly when the god of death choked on nothing but air.

As soon as he opened the door, the god pushed him against it, closing the door with a bang as he growled into Lysander's ears, making the priest shudder with anticipation.

“You're going to regret pulling the Greek card with me, darling.“

“Gladly, my lord and master.“

Naruto was five when he realised that his papa and Father weren't his real parents.

Part of it was because he had realised that normal men couldn't conceive a child and also the fact that neither his eyes nor his hair matched his two fathers.

Papa's hair were long and beautiful icy blond, while his eyes were various shades of grey depending upon his mood. Father, father was also very different from Naruto.

Father's eyes were deep, deep — 'obsidian', the colour was called Phoebe told him — black, looking into his eyes was... Unnerving. But staring into his eyes was strange comfort for Naruto. Father's hair, were black, deep, deep black — the colour of night, he realised — as well, combed back to perfection, not a single strand going astray.

He had cried that night when the realisation hit him that his parents weren't actually his true parents.

What if they didn't want him anymore, he had asked himself, feeling dread pool in the pit of his stomach.

Papa had found him crying into his pillow, while hugging the fox plushie they had gotten him.

“Naru-chan?“ His papa whispered worriedly. Reaching out to check his temperature. “Are you uncomfortable somewhere?“

How did Papa know that Naruto had been crying?

His Papa looked tired, his cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and clothes dishevelled an evidence of how he had rushed to Naruto.

Naruto didn't know what Papa and Father had been doing lately but Papa always seemed tired in the morning.

Naruto felt miserable for making them worried when he saw Father standing at the — similarly dishevelled — door with his arms crossed and eyebrows drawn in a worried frown.

He looked down. Waiting for a scolding to come.

They weren't his real parents, why would he tolerate him?

No scolding came and Naruto dared to take a peek at his Papa and Father, he saw them exchange a worried look.

“Naru-chan,” Papa whispered softly, tucking a lock of Naruto's slightly hair long behind his ears. Naruto has insisted on growing his hair to be like Papa. “What happened? What's bother you, mn?“ He asked, his slender hand resting on Naruto's cheek while his thumb brushed against the whisker marks.

Naruto looked down, tears filling his eyes as he stuttered out. “Pa.. Papa...“

Papa drew him into his warm embrace as Naruto felt his mattress sink when Father sat beside Papa.

“Hm,” Papa hummed a soft song Naruto new by heart from listening to it for ears. “Come on, tell us..“

Papa didn't stop humming, his voice soothed Naruto's nerves.

'The child had a small wish to be the greatest...'

'He did it all. He conquered it all...'

'He was scared, alone and feeling cold...'

'Then death came, to claim his soul...'

'He was all alone, angry and pained...'

'Then death brought the warmth he craved...'

Naruto's mind automatically supplied the lyrics along with the humming.

The child broke into sobs, unable to hold his tears any longer.

Father pulled both Papa and Naruto into his arms.

“You were sobbing loudly, you know,” Papa mumbled with his chin resting on Naruto's head. “We got worried.“

“Yo, you aren't my real parents, ri, right?“ Naruto dared to ask, burying himself in Papa's chest when he felt the man stiffen.

“Of course.“ It was an easy admission, Naruto realised as Father held them tighter.

“The, then, who are?“

Papa sighed, his voice held grief as he spoke.

“They were great people, very brave for the likes of mortals,” Papa told him. “They passed away while trying to save what they loved dearly...“

“What?“

“... Their village.“ Papa sighed, rubbing his back soothingly. “Hey, don't get me wrong, Naru-chan, they loved a lot.“

The whiskered boy snuggled deeper. “How do I know that?“

“Because darling, if it hadn't been your dad, you wouldn't have been here but in that village being treated,” Papa grimaced. “Badly for something that's hardly your fault.“

“It's because of Kurama-sama isn't it?“

“... Yes,” Papa sighed, kissing Naruto's forehead. “But the fact that you are adopted doesn't make a difference to us. You are the Naru-chan, I raised, we raised and loved.“

Naruto felt tears trail down his cheeks as Father pressed his head slightly and said in a deep voice.

“You are our brat, you will always be our brat.“

Naruto beamed through his tears.

Papa smacked Father's arm and chided the male.

“Shut up, my Lord.“

Father smirked, drawing closer to Papa, he whispered softly.

“Say that again and Naru-chan is going to sleep alone tonight.“

For some reason, Naruto felt his face heat up.

With a slight cough, Papa slapped a hand over Father's mouth and scoffed. “Shut up.“

Timidly, Naruto tugged at his Papa's already loose night dress and stuttered. “I am sle, sleepy, Papa, Father.“

Father chuckled his voice a soothing sound in his ears.

“So, now, we sleep.“ Papa held him close to his chest and stood up, carrying Naruto with himself.

The family of three made their way to Papa's room which — more often than not — Father and him shared.

Now, encased between the two of them, Naruto felt himself being lulled to sleep by their humming.