Self-Hate

A Noragami Fanfiction

by Tomoyo-chan

Disclaimer: I do not own Noragami. Currently I am halfway through the season, so things may be a little off.


Yukine poked angrily at the ground. He hated, hated, hated this life. He hated Yato, and sleeping outside, and always being cold and hungry. He was almost tempted, almost wished he had never been brought back. He wanted out, he wanted away. He wanted to belong to anyone but Yato. Yukine purposely reached over and knocked a flowerpot off a sill so that it broke. He wasn't sure it was a sin, but he hoped it hurt Yato anyway. He was angry, all the time angry, and he hated it.

He hated Yato more.

After Tenjin rejected him (and he couldn't view it as anything else; he was useless until Yato got rid of him) he had wandered the town, drifting from spot to spot, hoping something would seem familiar from before, that someone would see and recognize him. Yukine wandered until he lost track of time, until it became dark and he was trapped by the boundaries of the streetlights.

Nora (the Nora, it wan't really a name) whispered in his ear, things designed to hurt, things he knew were true anyway. It was pain to watch Yato, knowing he would choose her over him, and pain to be called by Yato, knowing he would be used to hurt (kill) others. Why didn't Yato let him go? He was useless, worse than useless - a burden. He lashed out again, purely anger and hateful thoughts, twisted up inside of him. Out of the corner of his eye, Yukine saw Yato flinch from atop the offering box above him. If he couldn't hurt himself, he would hurt Yato, force him to push him away.

He hated Yato, but he hated himself more.