Made For You by Ronnie

How to Make You

A/N: These are not real Gods… or so I think but the names are awesome! I also changed my name from ShippoV to . I had ShippoV since I was little and decided that a change was necessary.

Made For You

Chapter One

How to make you

Up somewhere were the Gods are, some were—at the moment—playing a game to create the perfect person for someone down on Earth. "What should we create?" asked Rasthor, the God of Nightmares, as he then noticed that he was the first one to say something. He had black eyes with a hint of red, all black clothing, and black short hair that stopped at his shoulders but had skin as pale as a vampire. He was built like any human male, which went unnoticed by the other Gods, which was weird. He was tall, about six foot five, with incredibly long legs and a long but lean chest. His hands were long and wrapped around a staff with a crescent moon.

"A person, of course," said Ferrak, the God of Black Magic, as he sat down on a cloud. He looked down at his hands, they were glowing black. He, like the God of Nightmares, wore all black clothing. He had red eyes with a hint of black. He and Rasthor were practically like brothers or so thought the other Gods and Goddesses. His hair was silver and long, stopping mid back with a red stripe going all the way down his right side. His skin glowed red but he was just trying to play. Ferrak was not as tall as Rasthor but he came close. He was six foot two and had the body of a male that loved to work out. His arms, chest, abdomen, and legs were muscular to an extent that someone would die for.

"Should we start with a male or a female?" asked Nyithal, the Goddess of Annihilation, as she looked over to the others faces. She had long flowing dark blue hair and bright green eyes. She was more serious than everyone else but then again, the God of Devastation was pretty serious when things were going his way. She was tanner than the others because she was born closer to the sun. She had round breasts, a medium sized waist, and a slender figure. She was smaller from the other Goddesses but she definitely wasn't going to have that stop her. She wore a long black gown that sparkled whenever she moved. She was about the height of the Gods but of course those being males will always be taller than her. She was only six feet.

"Female. Definitely," said Malicia, the Goddess of Mutilation, as she nodded her head, along with Nyithal, who agreed quickly. Malicia was a beauty. No wonder she was the Goddess of Mutilation, she did damage with her looks. She had long straight white hair that went passed her knees, almost touching the ground—if there was a ground. Malicia was a little above average height of females. She was five foot seven. She had orange eyes that lit up when she knew something was going to happen, like someone getting hurt… Her face was perfect, no winkles, no marks, no nothing—clear as day. Her lips were full as well as her chest. She was about average size with her breasts but some thought that she changed about a month ago, although, no one questioned, which was for the better. She wore clothing made out of silk but it was not see through.

"Human, half-demon, full-demon, or a spiritual being?" asked Conor, God of Domination, as he crossed his arms over his chest. He had short green hair with a black stripe in the front to his left. He wasn't someone that was muscular but he wasn't someone that was skinny either. He was in the middle, some would say. The only thing that the Goddess of Sexual Pleasure said was that his legs were amazing but no one really listened to her even if they wanted to. He wasn't as tall as the other Gods and he knew that he wasn't going to be growing anymore. He was six foot three and was prove of it. His eyes were the strangest color. His right eye was blue with red spackles while his left was red with purple spackles. He liked the style of the human nowadays. He wore black jeans with holes randomly everywhere and a white shirt with a bright yellow smiley face. He also wore shoes, which weren't really needed where he came from but they were extremely comfortable.

"Human with spiritual powers and loves life," said Sulriss, the Goddess of Suicide, as she watched every head turn in her direction. She was one of the few Goddesses that ever said anything and someone that only thought of suicide, hence the Goddess of Suicide. She had black hair that stopped at her lower back with ginger highlights randomly placed. She had golden eyes with white spackles and stared at everyone with bored eyes. She had a light skin tone and never tanned. She was average height of a female and even with her height; it didn't help with her body structure. She was five foot five but made sure that no one called her short, for she would try and kill them without her getting caught. A God was never to kill unless necessary. She was a young woman with no curves or breasts but she liked the way she looked. Some of the other Gods or Goddesses thought that she could pull off being a God and when they heard that she was a woman, they couldn't believe it. She wore a dark green sun dress as she sat crossed legged on a cloud near Ferrak.

"Child, young adult, or full adult?" questioned Omorthan, the God of Devastation, as he glared at everyone. He was not someone that one would mess with unless they had a death wish. He made a hard wall out of cloud to lean on as he crossed his arms. He had piercings all over his ears and one on each nipple. He was shirtless at the moment and looking fierce as ever. He wore black sweat pants but that was it. He had a tattoo with a picture of the atomic bomb blowing up on his left upper arm and a fire dragon tattoo starting from his right shoulder and going down to his left leg, which no one could see at the moment but knew that it was there. He had long dark—almost—blood red hair stopping just below his thigh and violet eyes, which were still glaring. He was the tallest God out of the nine of them and made sure they knew it, it made him feel superior. He was six foot ten and no one stood in his way.

"Young adult," answered Agni, the God of Completion, as he smiled. He was the nicest God out of all nine of them. He had a kind heart that liked to get things done in a nice orderly fashion. He was about six foot six and without a care in the world. He had fair skin but he glowed like some others but only slightly. He had pale blue eyes with contrasting orange hair. He had, in his hands, a book about demon mating as a Goddess tried to look at the title but never did as he placed the book away in his sleeve. He wore a man's dark blue yukata with sakura blossoms a couple of shades darker. No one has ever seen what he looks like underneath all his clothing or if he was hot in some cases.

"Who should this young female be attached to?" asked Malicia as she grabbed a piece of cloud and transformed it into a sketchbook. She loved the arts and has and always will be an artist.

Tirachel, the Goddess of Sexual Pleasure, eyes lit up as she came up with an idea and a very funny one—in her case. "Oh, I've got it!" she all but yelled as everyone looked at her. She was the only goddess with a body with all the right curves in all the right places. She had very full breasts and made sure that her body matched with them so that they wouldn't hold her down. Her face was perfect much like Malicia. Her eyes were forest green with a lot of lust in them, for they were on Omorthan but he never seemed to notice or care, which—truthfully—made her sad. Now, Gods or Goddess never really got sad unless one was the God of Depression and when he got sad, it poured for days. She had long sakura blossom pink hair that stopped at her feet. She wore an ocean blue kimono. It was plain and that was just the way she liked it.

"Okay, this male will be very powerful with the body of the century down on Earth. He will also be a full demon with powers that no one can beat," she said as she continued. "He will be great in bed." She winked. "But the young female will not know this until she can get passed his heart. The young female will be the only one to catch his eyes. She may have male friends but they will not see her like he does."

She looked at everyone and their eyes pleaded for her to continue again, save for Omorthan, who looked annoyed. "He—at first—will act like she is a nobody but as time goes on and he has more encounters with her, he will see that she is indeed a prize and a very powerful prize at that. She will be destined for him even if she is with someone already, she will soon realize that they aren't for her.

"Once the young female realizes, she will tell the male that she is not meant to be with him and even though he will not like this, he will know that it is for the better. He will always be her friend or brother, or however she sees fit.

"She will not see her destiny until great evil is destroyed and only then, will she understand who she is to be with. The male, will not be a part of her life until she starts to get stronger and when that happens, he will seek her out.

"Things will not go according to his plan but that's why we are here, to set it straight. The male wants her to travel with him so that he may have the chance to court her but she says no because she doesn't trust him for the time being. And because she doesn't trust him, she walks away from him.

"He is not someone that likes to court anyone but when he sets his mind, there's no stopping him," She finished as she looked at the faces and grinned.

"You're not thinking of a certain demon lord, are you?" asked Omorthan as he walked over to stand next to her. When he was standing to her right, she began to twitch. She was not used to him being this close.

"Uh… what gave it away?" she asked, sadden that he caught her. She didn't want anyone to know it was the young demon lord.

"'Until she can get passed his heart,'" he said as he looked at her with intense eyes. She could tell that he was pissed off but that was not a good thing. She should be dead.

Everyone stopped what they were doing because they felt a powerful aura, one that should not be up in Heaven. "I think it's a great idea," said a voice that decided to enter the conversation. Every head turned around slowly, only to see the great demon lord, InuTaisho. What the hell was he doing here? "Finally teach my son about loving. It'll do him good."

InuTaisho looked at their faces and was tempted to laugh but held it in and said, "Iah, God of Subjugation, made me a God as of now." Some jaws dropped, some eyes popped, some had too much surprise written on their face.

"God of what?" asked Ferrak as he looked at InuTaisho funny.

"I'm InuTaisho, God of Consequential," he answered as Omorthan came over to him. InuTaisho watched him carefully but then grinned when Omorthan placed his arm over his shoulders.

"Any guy that's as important as you is a friend of mine," he said as he smiled, which was rare and about two Goddesses jaws dropped. "You know, this might work out more than we thought. If InuTaisho is here, then he can easily help us."

Conor nodded as he placed his arms behind his head. Tirachel's eyes lit up again as she thought what Omorthan said and decided that it was for the best. Agni grinned wide as he now knew they had a plan rather than having one made up from the spot. Sulriss was actually happy, which was weird for her. Ferrak and Rasthor looked at each other and then grinned. This was going to be fun. Malicia only nodded, knowing that things were about to get interesting and Nyithal couldn't wait to get started.

"Okay, so what do you want to know?" asked InuTaisho as he made a seat out of cloud. He could get used to this. He was not expecting this question though.

"Is he good in bed?" asked Tirachel as she smiled.

He just looked at her and then snapped. "How would I know that? Do I look like I would sleep with my son?" Tirachel flinched and hid behind Sulriss. No one has ever snapped at a Goddess and it looks like they were going to start now.

Tirachel decided that she didn't want to hear this anymore and stepped out from behind Sulriss. She opened her mouth. "Then it's settled. The young female will be a human with spiritual powers, have beautifully long silky raven black hair, bright ocean blue eyes, skin as pale as the sand, a body like mine, have the life span of a full-demon, have a birth mark of a crescent moon—destined for the young demon lord, and be extremely kind and gentle to every animal, human, and demon." Before anyone could stop her, she clapped her hands together and made said beauty to be with the young demon lord. She crossed her arms over her rather big chest.

Everyone was silent. No one made any movement—although, someone sighed. "Tirachel…" started Omorthan but he just couldn't come up with anything.

Rasthor blinked at what just happened. He looked at his staff but it wasn't glowing. He looked over at Ferrak but he didn't look like he did anything either. This was a nightmare and one he didn't produce. "Why did you do that?"

"I did that because I don't like being yelled at," she said as she glared at InuTaisho, who only shook his head. She was trying to be mad at him but she just couldn't.

"Wasn't this supposed to be a team effort and you just threw it out the window," said Conor as he continued to shake his head.

"All we can do is watch out for the girl and make sure nothing bad comes from Tirachel's anger," stated InuTaisho as some agreed with him. He looked off to the distance. "It would have been fun… Wait… if she has the power to create a beauty like that, then what does a God have?" he asked. He hadn't been a God for that long but he was damn curious.

"Tirachel created a female. I, myself, can create males. Depending on what we control is what we have for Gods and Goddesses. Does that help?" Omorthan said as he looked over to InuTaisho, who barely nodded.

"Gods have one ability that I, for one, love," said Rasthor, looking over to the new God. "We have the ability to go down to Earth and make ourselves look… whatever we feel like. Human, animal, demon, plant… in some weird cases but it makes some things easier."

InuTaisho stared at him for the longest time before nodding, understanding all that he said. "So… that means that I could go down there and surprise the hell out of my son?"

"Well, are you planning on saying anything to him?" asked Nyithal, who finally decided to say something. Her voice was soft and deadly.

"No, he would try and prevent everything that you have done. I would never do something like that," he answered truthfully. They all believed him. He was a man of word. He never went back on his word.

"Then that would be fine," said Sulriss. She blinked for a moment and then felt a tug at her soul. "If you will excuse me, I have something that I have to take care of." She bowed and left.

"What was that about?" asked InuTaisho. He was still learning. He didn't know all that was happening all just yet.

Agni thought that he would be helpful in this case. "When you feel something tugging at your soul, you have a duty to complete. Whatever God or Goddess you are, you have to fulfill those needs." He looked at InuTaisho, who looked at him to continue. "Take Sulriss for example. She is the Goddess of Suicide. She obviously felt something on her soul and went to see what was wrong. Something happened and she needed to take care of it."

"Okay… so if what you say is true, then I've been feeling that since I got here…"

Agni and Omorthan burst into laughter as Rasthor joined them. Ferrak thought it was hilarious and was rolling on the floor… clouds. Conor was grabbing his sides and wiping the tears away from his eyes. InuTaisho didn't understand what was going but didn't question it. Someone would say something sooner or later.

Malicia and Tirachel didn't understand why all the Gods burst into laughter but did know that InuTaisho was confused, which was a first in his case. Nyithal just stared at this, finding it quite entertaining.

"Would someone please tell us what is so funny?" asked Malicia. She demanded answers.

"Oh man… I've never laughed that hard in my life," Omorthan said as he wiped the water from his eyes. His eyes landed on a very confused InuTaisho. "Are you really that stupid?"

InuTaisho felt his eyes change color. He didn't even know that he still had power from before but he did and he wasn't going to allow someone to call him stupid. He stood up and walked over to where Omorthan was and back handed him across the cheek. "I will not tolerate you calling me stupid or laughing at me," he stated as he let red seep into his eyes.

Omorthan was about to yell but saw the look in his eyes and back down for the time being. "Okay, calm down first of all. It wasn't funny that we were laughing. I apologize and I'm going to take you to where you need to be to get you start but you need to calm down." He grabbed InuTaisho by his arm and led him to his station.