A. Fate
An unseen force that controls all our actions
In one moment, lives can collide and change forever
B. One color
Choose one color and use it as a prompt
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It was red.
Eyes with nothing but lies, forgotten promises, and blind fate for a man she called father. For such a warm color, nora's eyes were nothing but cold. Cold and it held everything Yato wanted to forget.
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It was red.
The liquid life seeping from his prey's now-worthless bodies and caking his black-blue hair. He remembered the effortless swipe of his sword and fear-stricken eyes. Maybe, maybe, if he tried hard enough, he'd see pink eyes instead.
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It was red.
This 'String of Fate' that just as likely connected you to your 'soul mate' as it was nonexistent. It was something that bound you to your fated one, your other half, your Happily-Ever-After. He overheard Hiyori talking about it with Kofuku after her classes with Yukine. What if Yato's string had Hiyori on the other side…? No, no. There was no one there, no string, and no chance of Hi...Yato elbowed the thought to the back of his mind and pestered Daikoku once again.
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It was red.
There was no more water pouring over him. 'Maybe the rain stopped…?' Yato glanced up and saw Hiyori. And an umbrella.
"I'm different from you. I will keep my promise. I will definitely not forget about you." At that moment, the former god of calamity wondered if a red umbrella counted as their red string.
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It was slightly lighter than red.
They brought on warm, warm memories and exasperated affection that was only for him. It was smiling at the stupid moments and at him. Mostly, him. The stupid moments were mostly his anyway.
Those annoyed eyes that kept pestering him to grant her wish, to stop fooling around and get serious. So he'd fulfill his wish. Half of him wanted her stop following him around while he killed the Ayakashi because, and she knew, if her cord was severed she'd die. For real this time.
He couldn't take that.
The owner of those beautiful eyes saved his life twice and he vowed to make her the happiest person alive.
He didn't need some red sting of fate. He had Hiyori. That was better.
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"May our fates intertwine."
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OMAKE:
"Hey, Hiyori?"
"Hmm?"
"Pink is a variant of red, right?"
"Yeah, why?"
"So is there a pink string of fate?"
"Well, they're really just one color with different amounts of white so…"
A/N: Guess who swore to make this two weeks ago and only uploaded it how many minutes until 12? Then continued to edit it more times than Yukine and Yato argued? Yea, me. HAPPY YATORI WEEK! I hope you, dear reader, enjoy this. I tried to make it less wordy since it's in Yato's POV. It was... difficult to say the less.
