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The Beginning

Billions of years ago, the world had nothing on it but dust.

The planet Earth was void of life.

And it was, as what many people had believed up until now, was the beginning of everything.

...

The three divine siblings, Aisa, Lachesis, and Clotho were given a task to start the life on Earth. Everything was in His plans and the three of them were His tools in marking the start of what we would know later as the very first people who had lived on Earth.

And then, time unhurriedly passed.

People started to appear and slowly, everything had fallen on its rightful place.

Clotho, spun the threads of millions of people, giving birth to humanity. He breathed life into those shakily fingers, their eyes, their hair, their lungs and heart. He was assigned to bestow and maintain their breaths and that he shall do for the rest of their mortal lives.

Lachesis, the allotter, was the one who measure the life allotted to each human. With his powerful rod, Lachesis had been measuring millions of lives every year, giving people their established time that they should astutely spend on Earth.

Aisa, on the other hand, was the God of Death, as what people started to call her existence. She cut the thread of life with her shears and in her hands lie the conclusion of every life on Earth.

Above, the three of them lived in harmony, constantly watching over humans and their daily, sometimes amusing, sometimes cruel activities.

The other gods around were perfectly living with them, too, supporting the three moiras in what they had been assigned to do, never forgetting their roles and obligations as deities.

Everything was perfectly spinning, all according to His plan.

Until that god came along.

They never knew what was the Lord's plan in placing him together with all the gods, most especially around the three moiras... when his existence clearly negated those of the three.

Especially in the sanctified existence of Clotho.

Because the boy, Noah, as what the Lord had been fondly calling him, bore the same ability as that of the youngest moira – the ability to sustain time and the things that were and spun the thread of life from the golden distaff onto the spindle.

Noah, the strange, mysterious boy was another spinner just like Clotho.

...

Clotho's first response to the oddball god was aversion and disinterest. Now, those feelings were not a noble and divine god like him should feel but he couldn't help it. The guy was insufferable. He would talk for hours and hours and he would never listen to him. Every day, he would pester Clotho to get out of his room and would pull him into one of his favorite golden tress to eat the sweet red fruit (in reality, he believed the fruit was an effective toothache-inducing) that was being cultivated by the green fairies of the northern castle.

Clotho had heard so much about the little, green lady monsters and their aversion to trespassers that he knew that they wouldn't be exempted to their repulsion even if they were to learn that he and Noah were basically the pinnacle of all the gods in the area. Spinners, to be exact. Kind of boastful to even think about it, but Clotho was praying he would be, at least, exempted to their famous wrath. He didn't care about his idiotic companion, thought. He could rot on the ground for all he cares. It was his amazing idea after all.

"Good morning, everyone!"

Clotho was suddenly pulled to reality upon hearing that overzealous voice echoed in the serene garden. He looked around and saw hundreds – no, thousands of small but intimidating-looking fairies flying towards them before pathetically flinching and closing his eyes.

"It's Allen!"

"Allen!"

"Nice to see you here again!"

"Hi Allen!"

Allen? Clotho raised his eyebrows. Who were they calling Allen? He slowly opened his eyes and saw them literally swirling around the airhead happily. A lot of them were now sitting on Noah's head while some were clinging onto his white robe. Many of them were on his cheeks; some were even on his nose and lips.

Are they – Clotho's eyes widened – kissing him?!

Noah glanced at Clotho who was now standing so stiffly in front of him.

He laughed.

"It's their way of greeting me," he chuckled.

"Who is this, Allen?" one particularly beautiful fairy asked, eyeing him with outmost curiosity. "He isn't familiar to us."

Allen guffawed much to Clotho's embarrassment. Was this how they treat an important god like him, really?

"How is that possible? He was an older resident here, much older than me, in fact. He was already here before I came into this place."

The fairies blonde hair glistened. Clotho believed it was a sign of being confused.

"But we don't know him," they responded in unison.

Clotho decided to help himself get out of this embarrassing situation.

"I am Clotho, the spinner," he boldly declared though he made sure he lowered his voice to mask it. He was proud of being a spinner and one of the moiras but this was not his turf and being viewed as a bigheaded and arrogant god was the last thing he wanted.

The fairies gasped and a lot of them flew backward from them. Some of them even recoiled and many closed their eyes.

So they did know him after all.

After that, the two of them were treated like the god they were. They had been given access to thousand acres of delicious fruits, egging them to eat as much as they would like.

But Noah (or Allen, as he noticed the fairies had been calling him since the first time they saw him today) ate so little that he almost asked if he wasn't feeling well.

They were on their way to their home when Allen finally spoke.

"Did you like it?" he asked.

Clotho glanced at him. "If you mean the fruits, then yes." He had been even given a basket of red fruits and Clotho was planning to share them on his siblings when he got home.

"No. The treatment."

Clotho's eyebrows creased. "The treatment? What do you mean the treatment?"

Allen's eyes were clouded. "I don't like it. I never like it." He looked up to him. "Did you like it? They way they recoiled by merely hearing your name?"

"They behaved just fine. At least for me. It's a way of showing their respect to us."

"It was not respect. It was fear."

"It's the same. You wouldn't respect someone if you don't have even an ounce of fear for that person."

Allen looked at him solemnly and Clotho had to swallow twice like he was trying to remove something down on his throat.

Allen looked so... disappointed.

Of what? He was feeling uncomfortable on the way Allen was behaving.

The god looked like he was about to say something but he stopped and bit his lips.

Then he smiled sadly at him and said, "Let's go back. They are probably looking for you now."

An ache ran through Clotho's chest as he watched Allen walked slowly away from him.

He extended his arms, reaching... reaching...

But Allen didn't look back at him again after that.

TBC

Thanks for the awesome reviews. Just to clarify some things, this chapter is where everything really started. Hence, the title, The Beginning. This is where Allen and Kanda really first met whereas the chapter 9 is the second, and the main story, where Kanda is human and Allen is a deity, is the third. :) Till next time!