Guess who has decided to immerse herself in the Noragami fandom!
These are all traditional drabbles, as in they are all one hundred words long, exactly. Also, I am multishipper trash please and thank you.
DISCLAIMER: This girl also does not own the rights to Noragami or the characters and all that shit
Elemental
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1. Spark
Yuki mutters angrily under his breath as he attempts to start a fire. Yato is being useless right now, possibly dreaming about his 'shrine and millions of followers' that aren't going to exist if he doesn't fucking help get them warm. Yuki wonders if it would be cruel to poke his master in the eye, until Yato suddenly stands, that grin that always means trouble on his face.
"Ne, Yuki-kun!"
"What?" Yuki asks exasperatedly, not taking his eyes off of his wannabe campfire in case it decides it wants to spark sometime soon.
"It looks like it's gonna rain soon!"
2. Burn
Hiyori watches Kofuku closely as she cooks, wincing each time the goddess's hand comes dangerously close to the flames. No wonder Daikoku cooks most of the time. But still, the she was doing this for her, so Hiyori wouldn't complain. So long as she didn't actually have to eat her disastrous cooking. Finally, she has to step in as Kofuku tries to reach through the flame.
"You're going to hurt yourself!" She cries, pressing up against her and grabbing her hand,
Kofuku smiles and leans up for a kiss, and then whispers in her girlfriend's ear:
"Gods don't get burnt."
3. Flicker
Hiyori runs down the street, crashing into everyone as she goes and desperately keeping all her books in her bag. Too late. Everything scatters with a bang, papers and notebooks lying across the sidewalk.
"Dammit!" She curses to the gods.
(electric blue flashes in the back of her head)
"Here, let me help you with that," Someone says and Hiyori turns to thank them before catching her breath. The boy's eyes flicker red and gold, like it can't decide what color to be. She wonders briefly if she knows him, but then thinks she'd remember someone with those eyes.
(oh how wrong she was)
4. River
Yato sits near the river, watching the water crash over the rocks. He remembers an old superstition: find a pebble upturned by the river and keep it next to you at night and it will bring you to exciting new places. He looks through the mud to find an oddly colored pebble- bright green, with veins of something white. He inspects it casually in his hand, turning it over and watching the sun shine off of its damp edges. He rears back and hurls it as far as he can into the river, where it lands with a satisfying plop.
5. Drip
She taps her finger.
Tap, tap, tap, goes her finger.
Drip, drip, drip, answers the water.
She smiles slowly and with none of her teeth, then taps her foot.
Tap, tap, tap, goes her foot.
Drip, drip, drip, the water answers.
She dips her finger in and swirls, disrupting the reflection. Then tests the water on her tongue and wrinkles her nose in distaste. Too pure. Too sweet.
She instead plays a different game. She gathers up the water in her hands and scatters them across the then-flat surface.
(the ripples twist her reflection and you can't even read her names)
6. Blue
Hiyori sees the ocean. Careless and unforgiving and nurturing and stormy and clear and irritating and caring and all those contradictions balled up in one and should cancel each other out but don't. Instead wrath twists itself with love and ties them together with a ribbon of red.
Yuki sees ice. Cold and cruel and capable of ruthlessness with a blade of anger slowly forged and reforged and given new causes to serve and to annihilate. He also sees the clear sky. Open and sunny and smiling and eternal in a way you never think about.
Yato sees the world.
A/N: If you have any one-to-three word prompts you'd like me to do, please leave them in the comments.