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For the fox

｟神｠

     The day had been more tiring than most; swarms of ayakashi prowling around throughout just the morning like rush hour. The moment he had time alone, he came to a familiar river, cherry blossom trees lining the shore with red-fencing to compliment. Yato loved this time of year but it also brought out a sense of melancholy.

     He’d thought things had calmed down until he spotted a mass of energy congregating around one of the largest cherry blossom trees in the area. 

     ‹Worst ones always gotta be when I don’t have Yukine with me› He thought, groaning out loud. Despite all instincts telling him to simply back away he could have sworn he saw someone. Another god?

     «Hey! What’re you doing?! Ya idjit! You’re gonna get yourself blighted to hell!» He bolted towards the mass, looking deep into the purplish-black molt that flourished around the tree. The possible god wasn’t moving. He worked up a speck cent of courage, running over to them- blighting himself in the process before lifting them off the ground.       Not sure whether or not the woman was awake, he quickly dipped away from the ayakashi, dodging their movements, cursing under his breath. It didn’t take long before he made it out, setting her down on the pavement next to the clear water. Yato usually wasn’t one to go out of his way for something of this nature but something about his girl drew him in. 

     «You awake?» He tapped her face, gasping in exhaustion, blight spreading from her cheek to his hand although he’d already gotten plenty.

｟夜ト｠

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Continuation in  Ur of the Chaldees, 2019 B. C.

For the savior

神ー

     In the morning following such an odd confrontation, Yato had spent it sitting around; staring at the ceiling, the lakes, and rivers near Kofuku’s home. It was by no means hot but it was dwelling on the uncomfortable. He’d decided to go on a walk as there’d been 0 calls from Sunday to Tuesday. He was completely free to do as a please, not like a job would change that.

     That was when circumstances became fuzzy and odd to the god. He remembered strolling alongside the calm waters, looking over the wooden fencing every so often to stare at passing fish. However, at one point he got too close, bending his torso over the structure to get a glimpse at a rare koi. There were strange sounds, voices, and visions of people pooling near a lake shore. He furrowed his brows, leaning even further towards the clear water before a pair of menacing hands burst through the surface, pulling him deep into the river before he had the chance to react. His only thought was the presence of an ayakashi was responsible.

     ...

     Yato could hear quiet sounds around him; the stomping of hooves on a mellow surface... The voice of a woman calling him to consciousness. Immediately he felt warm- perhaps too warm. It was definitely unwelcome and more uncomfortable than when he first woke up that morning.      He’d simply stirred at first but eventually opened his eyes in a frightened fashion. His icey blue hues darted about his surround, lifting his torso off the ground quickly. There was a deep pounding his chest and a sudden heaviness. He wasn’t home and it deeply terrified him. The people around him; foreign and not of the time. It was almost as if he wasn’t in his time at all.

     ❝Where am I?!❞ This wasn’t a case of Nora grabbing him for his old man’s deeds. This was a case of him being lost with no way home. No task, no debt to pay; nothing. Yato was hardly calm- barely looking at the woman who’d taken him from the dangers of getting the sunburn him or thieves that might steal what little he had.  

      ❛Where’s Yukine-- How long have I been here?!❜ He thought to himself, meeting eyes with the woman.    

夜トー

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For the blossom

｟神｠

Yato had always appreciated spring. Peach blossoms often reminded him of the cherry blossoms of spring. It left him feeling a bit melancholic. Had it not been for that and the heat that began to creep around the corner, it would’ve been his favourite season.

Whilst dazed in his thoughts, something had erupted from behind him, causing him to turn around and look up. There was a swarm of ayakashi lining the hems of outer city buildings; looping around something... A lone blossom thriving in the breeze. Yato thought nothing up it at first but at closer inspection had come to realise. It was a shinki; a girl who he sensed to be an old spirit... Likely dying in the stage of young adulthood. 

He acted quickly, running to the swarm as it began to further expand. He couldn’t understand how it was getting so big but one thing was on his mind; saving that spirit.

Yato scaled the building, cling onto all hope the girl was uncorrupted, otherwise, it would’ve been a waste. As he slipped over the edge onto the roof, his eyes scanned about the mass, seeing a tuff of pink drifting in the center of the storm. He took a deep breath, holding it in as he bolted into the center of it.

Yato thrust his arm forward, fingers dangling to get hold of the spirit; and just as he spotted it once more, he clasped his hand closed, pulling quickly from the ayakashis as he felt blight spiking up his arm. «Shit-» He hissed, tossing the blossom behind him before any damaged could be done to its uncorrupted form. He’d fallen backward off the building but with a quick reaction, he spoke. 

«Grasping thy true name, I bid thee here! With borrow name, I dub thee my servant.» Yato shouted, «The name answers the vessel to sound- I call thee as my divine instrument! The name Momo... the vessel Tō!»  He bought his spare arm towards her. «Come, Tōki!» With a bolt of light throwing itself into his hands, he saw all of her memories; every stitch and bruise; every smile and laugh; her life. Looking down, the spirit had ribboned its way around him, flourishing him with a garb that was rather familiar as being a jōe much like the one he’d worn in the divine counsel, aside from peach blossoms that decorated the right pant leg.

 In his hand formed a Yumi; blue in tint and illuminating his arrows to his side that looked crescent shape in their feathers. He’d gotten over his surprise for a moment before flipping himself over midair air and shooting an arrow in the direction of the storm. His eyes went wide as a beam of light shot forward, bursting every fragment of negativity that dare show its presence. He fell to the ground, eyes facing the sky as emotions from both himself and the girl’s past overwhelmed him much like they always did.

｟夜ト｠

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For Hiyori

｟神｠

Yato felt nothing but admiration for Hiyori. She’d been the first human to set aside his past and see him for the god he tried to be- the god he was. Any time he was around her it was as his heart would pop out of his chest. He would fumble with his hands, thinking about how lovely she looked, how her hair lay perfectly upon her shoulders, the nick in her cheek when she smiled.

He was caught staring again. ｟夜ト｠

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For Golden Oldie

神ー

It was only a slight inclination that brought Yato back near Tenjin’s shrine. If not for a bit of familiarity but to let himself and Kazuma rest for a moment after a long night and day of fighting ayakashi.  He’d occasionally see a large winged bird flying overhead, mostly ignoring it out of pure unfiltered laziness. Minutes had gone by since he’d last seen the bird, hearing Kazuma warn of possible danger. It was there he heard a voice-- not just anyone’s voice but.. ❝What’s my old man doing here? I thought he was hiding like a coward!❞

夜トー

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For the boi

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«I wanna be an almighty god!» Aside from Yato already being a god.

｟夜ト｠