A bright streak of white blazed past him, followed by a shower of red. Yato scoffed and set off in the other direction, slashing his way through the army like they were made of paper. Rabo was always in the corner of his eye and mind as he went about his own business, carving his own path through the gore until there was nothing more left to kill.
The two Gods of Calamity turned to one another, one hundred yards of carnage between them and still Yato could feel the heat of Rabo's gaze.
"How do you even fight with all of that hair streaking out behind you? One day someone is going to grab it and hold you in place while they slit your throat."
Rabo chuckled, running a blood-soaked hand through his long mane of silver hair, staining it red.
"No human is fast enough to catch me."
"And if your opponent isn't a human?" The ghost of a threat died in his flat tone.
Rabo's eyes lit with something nameless and he strode across the viscera strewn field, kicking a severed head out of his way. Blood soaked his formerly white socks.
"I don't think there are many gods that could catch me, either. Are you offering to try?"
"If you piss me off, maybe." Rabo laughed loudly, brushing the hair away from his face, smearing blood everywhere.
"Why don't you wear clothing to conceal the blood?"
"Why do you?"
"I like to rinse off in the river and be able to get some food without sending the villagers running screaming."
Rabo, now directly in front of Yato, grinned.
"Maybe I like the way it looks."
His gaze raked down Yato's blood-splattered face and neck before pulling him closer for a kiss.
"Honestly, I might cut it all off myself. You could at least put it in a ponytail like me," Yato huffed.
Yato and Rabo were shoulders deep in the slow flowing river. Well, Yato was shoulders deep, Rabo had to half crouch to be eye level with Yato.
"But then I wouldn't get to have you wash it out for me," Rabo smirked.
"So you are doing it on purpose!"
He splashed Rabo in the face and Rabo placed a hand on Yato's head and shoved him under. Yato surfaced several seconds later, spluttering and glaring.
"I thought you said you enjoyed rinsing off in the river," Rabo said, teasing Yato in a rare show of humor.
"Just lean back before I change my mind," Yato pouted, leaning forward and running his hands through Rabo's hair, scrubbing at the patches of silver stained red.
"I'm starving!" Hiiro cried from the other side of the large rock that shielded them from each other's views. "Just cut his hair off if it won't come clean!" Yato grinned.
"Almost done!" He called back.
Yato stood back and Rabo stood, towering over him once again, water running down his face and chest.
"For the record, Hiiro is on my side about the haircut." Rabo shook his head and walked towards the river bank. Yato took a moment to watch him go before following.