"Shit!", screamed a voice. The owner of the voice seemed to have bad luck, as there are monsters surrounding our unruly God, powered simply by detestable feelings and the cool sheen of the night air. These aren't monsters you'll find in story books, but horrific creatures personifying negative emotion. Their shape is indefinite, their eyes innumerable, but one thing is for certain.
The ragged God won't last the night like this.
And so he runs, able to dodge the onslaught of evil but unable to get away from it.
If one were to see him in any other setting, they would hiss. He doesn't look at all like a shining beacon of hope; rather he more closely resembling a delinquent. His crimson hair falls to his shoulders in a messy sort of way, only hindered by a pair of cheap headphones he's wearing backwards that, unremarkably, aren't plugged into anything. His attire is anything but modest, consisting of a red sleeveless vest that his exposes gently tanned skin, blue and grey plaid pants, and a checkerboard patterned belt that's too loose to be intended for holding these pants. It's as if a truck full of barely outdated fads ran over a teen with no direction.
The God ducks, "Whew, almost got me there! But it'll be a dark day when the mighty Anzo is de-". A sickening crack is heard as one phantom, the technical term for these monsters, brutally punches the overconfident God sending him flying into a nearby pond.
"Ugh… I guess it's dark out.. still a cheap shot…" Anzo mumbles to himself, his pride sporting the biggest bruise. He manages to lift himself up onto dry land, and is face to face with a silver ball of light. Glistening off the water like a second moon, it radiates a modest glow of importance. The feeling could be compared to a precious artifact in an ancient tomb, easily overlooked due to its seemingly self-assigned task to lie in wait, but nevertheless found.
"Score!", Anzo grins, speaking a passage that also seemed to lie in wait until the appropriate time to be found. He thrusts his fingertips into the air as they leave a glowing trail, making a character of light. "You who have no place to go, and cannot pass on. Come with me, I'll give you a place to stay. Bearing a posthumous name, you shall remain here. Your given name is.. Rokku. Your human name… er.. Rokkuma. Your weapon name, Jian."
"Now… Come, Kagiki!"
Short chapter I know. Sorry, but chapter length will be kind of random all depending. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Take care, friends.
PS The shinki's name may or may not be complete crap. I wrote this a while ago and I remember that after hours of research I came up with that. If you want to know what I meant for it to mean send a PM or something.
PPS I own the two original characters, Anzo and Rokku. I do not own Noragami, or any of it's characters. If I did, this would be labeled "fiction" instead of "fanfiction".