Harley sniffled, rubbing at his eyes.

"Otou-San, please." Itama pleaded, rubbing his forehead.

"C-Call me Dad!"

Itama groaned before slamming his head on the cave wall. He did not even understand what 'Dad' meant but it seemed the same as Otou-San.

Harley was crying due to Itama accidently calling him dad three times that day.

"What is with you being such a cry baby about being called... Dad?" Itama asked with raised eyebrows.

"It is my dream to be a dad, like your brother has a dream to unite the Uchiha and Senju." Harley explained while sniffing.

Itama almost choked on air. His brother- wanted to unite two fueding clans? Was he an idiot?!

Harley stopped crying when a scroll slapped him in the face from out of no where. He grabbed it and opened it, reading it over with a grin slowly growing on his face. Harley snapped his neck towards Itama.

"Kid, looks like you got your first kill!"

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"Idiot, who is that?"

"Madara, that is my brother's new Otou-Sama. His name is Harley-San and he is the best person ever!"

"Alrigh- IS HE ON FIRE!?"

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"Snap his neck."

"Yes, father."

If the Ghost Rider was Harley at that time, they would've started crying. But, they did not have tear ducts at that time.

Wrath, or Itama, had just snapped the neck of a supposedly immortal human that managed to stay out of the Shinigami's reach for a good few years too long.

The Ghost Rider and Wrath were bonding through peoples' murders. A perfect father and son activity.

Wrath turned to face the Ghost Rider, who was proudly watching it's technical son kill his first victem. "What is our next task, father?"

"Dad," The Ghost Rider correct, somehow twisting it's boney skull into a joking scowl. "Boss said something about a-"

The Shinigami appeared, lifted a foot and arm, and kicked the Ghost Rider into a giant mass of purple. Wrath jumped in straight afterwards.

"Get into the bloody plot already." The Shinigami snapped with a glare. "I am bored,"

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"Harley-San!"

"Shit, he fell into that purple mist!"

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Harley landed on the ground with a cruel thud, feeling a few bones crack. He hissed, rolling an arm to clutch his ribs.

"Come on, buddy. Heal me up a bit..." Harley quietly pleaded as another body landed next to him.

"Where the fuck are we?"

"Language, you little shit." Harley scolded.

A scroll flew threw the air and smacked Harley in the back of his head, a choking sound leaving him. Harley weakly grabbed the scroll and forced it open, reading it.

"What does it say, Dad?" Itama asked, shuffling over. He also read it over before flying backwards in horror. "Fuck no!"

"Boss says we have to..." Harley muttered as he forced himself up.

Itama grimanced. "I am like 10..."

"Not anymore. Look at yourself."

Itama looked down before screaming in horror. He looked like a sex master! It scared him, what happened to his body?!

Itama looked over at Harley before gaping.

"D-Dad..." He whispered and lifted a shaky finger.

"What?" Harley asked, standing up. He stumbled slightly, feeling taller. "Woah, I feel tall."

"If I look like a sex master, then you're the sex God..."

"What are you talking about-?" Harley asked before looking down, his eyes popping out of his skull.

He was 7.5 feet if he got that right and had muscles strong enough to crush a tree, slim muscles that made him look like an actual sex god. His hand flew up to his face, feeling a small stubble.

"S-So that's what Boss meant..."

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Short chapter, I know. But I got writers block and I want to watch Dying Light streams. Here is a picture of the new Harley and Itama.

Be warned, hotness alert. (I had to use a base as reference cause I am SHIT at hands)