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　　　　　So thread the needle, tie it off. 　　　　　　　　　　　　Teach me how to trust someone.

　　　　　　　　Protagonized　　　　　Antagonized 　　　　　　　　　by wolfie　　　　　　　by Naans

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slides u $5......... so uh.......... u got any noragami headcanons back there or what??? tell us more about how he became a shinki in the first place 👀

「I really tried to make this post a numbered set of hc’s but. Oh well.　You got drabbles instead :) EnJOy…… @gameled」

Noragami Verse: Three Headcanon Drabbles

　One. The time he was named first.

　He was naive, and pure. An exquisite soul ready to be harvested by both phantom and god. He was, of course, terrified of the fact that he was all alone and left to die. The weird monsters that chased him wouldn’t stop mumbling quite awful things, and his feet burn from the freezing pebbled streets and all the running he’s done while escaping from them. His body shook from exhaustion and cold and fear. He didn’t want to die, not like this.

　That’s when he came in.

　In all his majesty, a deity of bright lime green curls and cyan gaze. The halo of light surrounding his frame was unmistakably divine, and for a second he’d thought that perhaps he was more of an angel than a kami. His smile was kind.

　　❝ Cowering alone will not save you.❞  The man spoke softly, as he knelt in front of the boy and ran his slender fingers through his seafoam hair, tenderly so. The spirit felt his face heat up, fear still welling his fragile frame but was yet being overtaken by fluster now.

　　❝ Allow me to grant you a name, so will you have a place to belong.❞

　And that was when, with the sweep of his fingers drawing lines of light across the air, he’d placed upon his person an identity he didn’t know he needed. His teal eyes connected right with the shining cyan of the other. His hand had taken place delicately over the side of his neck, where a mark he couldn’t see had appeared after a bright outburst.

　　❝ Your name shall be Sou from now on, and you belong to me.❞  The other spoke again, after having chanted such a complex incantation and spaced for a few seconds afterwards. ❝ Worry not, for I will take care of you. Kindly so.❞

　The deity offered his hand to him, and so he’d taken it without a second thought. Trusting him, one savior of sorts.

　The kanji of his new name still spelled “untruth”.

　Two. His life as a shinki.

　Living with his new master was fairly good.

　He was offered nice food and a place to rest, enjoyment of almost any kind. The minor deity was still averagely wealthy, and in charge of the gusts phasing through this mountain-bound area. The locals seemed to worship him as some sort of wind deity, requesting him protection from storms and strong winds.

　He seemed diligent in his labor, absences were most common and his arrivals were usually late. The young shinki couldn’t complain, he had the whole place mostly for himself.

　Mostly. He knew there was another shinki around in the mansion. They didn’t really talk to him, but he didn’t bother to seek conversation from them either.

　So it did not affect him too badly when the other had gotten slain.

　The lime-haired man hung his head, sighing in grief. ❝ I was afraid this would happen, eventually. They were too feeble, and weak-minded. A true shame, indeed.❞

　 Weak-minded. He guessed that was fair, if it was true that shinki could become endangered from strong emotional outbursts, then the other was not meant to survive at all. He’d decided not to ask any questions about the death, or how did it get to this point. He trusted that his master had tried his best to longer the other’s life, but it hadn’t worked out at all.

　He trusted his kami.

　　❝ Sou?❞  The boy turned his eyes up to the deity, catching the bright blue of his eyes with a small hop of his heartbeat. The elder’s hand came to brush softly against his teal hair, and he could only lean unconsciously, seeking for the affection. ❝ You’re a strong boy, aren’t you? Promise me… you will not get to this point, okay?❞

　There was an instant childish smile curling on the shinki’s lips, as he nodded softly and responded. ❝ I promise. I’ll be strong for you, Master!❞

　He hadn’t seen it, the smile of the deity turning widely excited. Far too excited.

　Three. The reason of his straying.

　He was choking on his breath, while he harshly attempted to gasp for air.

　The slender fingers of the other dug up the side of his throat, cutting off his oxygen income quite painfully. The rushing adrenaline coursing through his slim body brought his hands up to the deity’s wrists, trying desperately to forcefully get out of his grasp; failing miserably through his already missing strength.

　He felt his pulse quicken, the exceeding terror growing with each passing second the other man pressed in, with every failed attempt at getting air back into his lungs. He was now acutely aware that he wouldn’t die from this―he was already dead!―but pain and loss of consciousness were still very much a thing. A thing he loathed, and still something he’d come to experience quite often while living under the roof of his master. Right after the other shinki’s decease.

　　❝ Ahahahahahaha!❞  He could hear the other’s cackle ring through his ears, distant and yet painfully loud all the same. ❝ —Delicious! You sure have some exquisite human emotions to offer, don’t you?❞  He leaned down closer to his face, to mutter right by his ear, producing a frightened shake of the boy bellow him. ❝ Give me more of these. Pretty please~? I want them all! I desire to experience the turbulence of human emotions, all on my own!❞

　His watered eyes closed as his brows knit together, while he still tried to focus on keeping himself conscious and gathering enough strength for another attempt at shoving the other away. He gagged as the man dug his nail deeper, drawing out blood now on seeming unawareness of his godly strength. At this point, it felt like he’d break his neck if he didn’t comply. But what was he to do to comply?

　His own grip loosened and fell from the other’s wrists, while finally his consciousness began to slip. He wasn’t fighting back at all anymore and yet the other had not released his harsh strangulation.

　Tension released from the entirety of his slim frame while he faded, his opened mouth still unable to get any oxygen back through his burdened throat. A drop of saliva slid down the side of his lips at the liberated tension, and so he’d been finally lost to the fight.

　　❝ Ah, such a cute face, like always. You truly are my most perfect belonging, Sou.❞  Were the last words he’d been able to hear, at last.

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‘ TRUTH ! ’ >:(((

　　❝ Miss Sara.❞  The AI called softly, but with an evidently serious confidence hanging from his voice. ❝ Would you mind if I spoke in my real-self's behalf?❞

　Unlike his formerly-living self, the boy projected on the screen had a definitely less malicious countenance―his teal eyes weren't hollowed in horror, neither was his voice stained with usual bitter untruth. But everything else was just as accurate as his real counterpart; from his nearly inexpressible gestures, his gaze turning away in lieu of a mild fluster, to the way his fingers fidgeted anxiously against his scarf. It was... Shin, the man left behind right before the death game even began.

　　❝ I never hated you, Miss Sara.❞  He said simply, even though a confession of this level would have weighted thousands for the real, and now deceased, Shin. ❝ You were a threat to my life; the one with the highest percentage in the game surely would have to be the cause of the lowest's death, right?❞  He smiled, though the corner of his lips twitched sadly. 

　　❝ I hadn't wanted to believe it at first, not immediately at least. But when I read the emails… And when I was attacked for it, I began to make light of the situation―the strangeness of how you were able to win everyone over in less than a day. It was… just really scary.❞

　Just like in life, the projection adjusted his beanie, pulling it a little against his seagreen hair while he cleared his throat. ❝ I was… Uh, very much terrified of you, indeed. To the very end too, until I realized... you…❞  He paused, glancing down guiltily. He felt unable to speak any further though, the words stuck in the back of his throat with shame. He simply shook his head then.

　　❝ ...You're free to either believe it or not, though. I was a… liar, after all.❞

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❝ i’ve got your back, okay? ❞ ( uvu )

“Thanks Sara, glad to know at least one person here trusts me.”

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Sara wasn't excepting to see Sou of all people wandering the halls this late at night. Her eyes cautiously watching him for any signs that he was up to something, but unfortunately she came across nothing in particular that she deemed out of the ordinary -- not that she had the energy at all to argue with him. She was tired. Far too tired for quarrels. Standing beside him, she crossed her arms over her chest, clearing her throat before she spoke. "Can't sleep either, huh?"

　He’d been sitting there for a long while, on the seat across the windowpanes showing a dark panorama full of stars. Fake, all fake, like his confidence and current standing and very much acted persona. The sleepless nights were already pilling over his shoulders and under his eyes, the guilt and the fear was all blurred out into a messy mix of emotions; of grief and anger. A hand rose to run through his teal bangs, as his beanie was already taken off in a move of emotional discomfort.

　He was tired, so so tired...

　The voice that spoke to him made him twitch in surprise, as he realized he’d completely dropped his guard in his moment of peaceful (but definitely not calm) solitude. He quickly grabbed his beanie and placed it on top of his head, eyes now settled in a leer as he turned over to her and flashed her an annoyed grin. He was definitely not up for arguments tonight, specially not after the dream that just woke him up.

　　❝ ...”Either”? I see. So you’re not just taking a suspiciously late night walk, hm?❞  He was actually way too tired to play the suspicion game, really. His smile dropped, and so he turned away so she wouldn’t notice this. ❝ Is there something you need of me, Miss Sara? I am in no condition to do attractions this late at night though, sadly.❞