A/N: This is my first story for FFnet (and for Noragami!). It was written for a friend, so I hope she likes it!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Song: Little Numbers - BOY
Little Numbers
"I read your name on every wall, on every wall - tell me
Is there a cure for me at all, for me at all - tell me
I read your name on every wall, on every wall - tell me
Is there a cure for me at all, for me at all"
Hiyori's eyes travelled along the wall, noting all the places where Yato's name was scrawled. She couldn't believe how she had missed it before; his name - his number – they were everywhere. In fact, he was everywhere. She saw his face reflected in every window and puddle of water. She'd catch his scent on the breeze as she moved throughout town, or feel the warm touch of his palm in her own. Sometimes, it even seemed to Hiyori as if she could feel him in every heartbeat...
Yes, things had certainly changed since the God of Calamity had come into her life. At first, all Hiyori had ever wanted was a cure; a cure for her phantasmic condition…
Now, though, she wondered if she should be wishing for a different cure. A cure for her feelings; for relief from the tangle of emotions she felt whenever Yato was around.
But... perhaps there was no cure?
That thought was both terrifying and exhilarating.
And, as the months progressed, Hiyori would quickly discover that terror and exhilaration went hand in hand when you consorted with the gods.