.in the dark (yato/yukine)
@masikami
...Yukine. I’m Yato, your master. I’ve summoned you from the Far Shore to serve as my Regalia. I permit you to serve and remain by my side longer than kin. You’ve nothing to fear anymore…
...He might be a lousy little punk, but I found and named him...
...Yukine-kun, don’t cross to the other side! Don’t let yourself become a Phantom! Yato’s still here for you, Yukine-kun...
...Yukine! I granted you a person’s name! So live as a person! Live, Yukine…!
I’m Sorry.
I ’ m s o r r y
S o s o r r y …
“S-Sorry…” Yukine choked out, his hand clenching into a fist beside him. Eyes scrunched up painfully and he sat up, wiping hastily at his cheeks. The night air was cool around him, but the tears staining his cheeks were hot, like boiled water. A quiet sob escaped from him as he pulled his knees to his chest, curling up on himself. He shook violently, the remnants of his nightmare playing over and over in his mind, gripping at him like tendrils of gloom. His most recent memories of how badly he had messed up and the damage he had caused played in his mind like a broken record, reminding him of all the things he seemed to no longer have. Despite everything, he’d lost his friends anyways, and because of that he was suffering on his own.
It was dark out, cold, and quiet too. Yukine had managed to find a spot in the park near one of the lights, but it was dim and not bright enough to ease the young boy’s mind, especially not when what little sleep he managed to get was plagued by night terrors. He shook, terrified, alone and in the darkness, but refused to admit his state of being to himself. In his mind, he wasn’t scared and he wasn’t upset, he couldn’t be either of those things because he might hurt Yato again -- if the stupid God was even in this world.
Deciding the very idea of sleep was too much of a hassle, he unfolded himself, stumbling to his feet. He sniffed, using the sleeve of his sweater to dry his face as he willed himself to stop crying. Yukine was resolved in the fact that his tears weren’t helping anyone, although the tiredness that clung to him argued back that it was nice to just let it out for once. It was due to his exhaustion that he was slow on the uptake when it came to recognizing a familiar presence, but when he turned to leave his park bench, Yukine spotted him.
A black track suit, white stripes decorating the sides. Brown boots and a stupid scarf, the stench of sweat and musk usually clinging to the air whenever he was around. Blue eyes like clear water, and messy dark hair that Yukine knew for a fact needed more washing than it received. It was Yato, there was no doubt. He was here, he was right in front of him, he --
Yukine watched in horror as the God suddenly fell to the ground, gloom covering his entire form. He was spitting blood and crying out Yukine’s name.
Yukine woke with a start, a yell of his master’s name escaping his throat, making him hoarse. The tears returned soon after, the blond having not realized he’d fallen back asleep again. He raised his hands, pressing them painfully against his eyes. As if hurting himself would make the pain in his heart ease, the boy clawed and tugged at his own hair, threatening to lose himself to a breakdown once more. He wanted to see Yato, Hiyori, anyone familiar again -- wanted to know he hadn’t lost them.
Stumbling off the bench he’d secured for himself for real this time, Yukine choked back gross sobs, quietly mumbling Yato’s name, rubbing desperately at his eyes, should anyone still be lingering around this late. Turning sharply to the side to leave the area, deciding maybe finding a more well-lit place would help ease his mind, or he could at least wander around more until he felt like sleeping again, Yukine collided with someone else. Keeping his head down, the amber eyed boy mumbled a quiet apology before chancing a glance up.
For the second time that night, Yukine ran into Yato, although this time was much more real. The same blue eyes, messy hair, dark track suit with the white stripes… brown boots --
Yukine was startled, his eyes going wide and he ignored the way his nose dripped and the way his cheeks were clearly wet from crying, sweatshirt stained with tears. Instead, he reached out a tentative hand, feeling the fabric of his track suit and the lingering warmth of Yato’s arm, swallowing back a whole new set of tears with the realization that Yato was real. Real and standing in front of him, probably looking down at him incredulously, but in that moment Yukine didn’t care. Drawing close, he wrapped his arms tightly around Yato’s torso, with no hint of letting go any time soon. He started crying all over again, burying his face in the fabric of Yato’s track suit.
“You’re here, you’re actually here…! I-- I’m sorry --” Yukine rambled out, visibly shaking, “I’m so sorry Yato I-- I didn’t leave on purpose, and I don’t want to hurt you-- It’s just...”
