I wrote this back during Yatori Week and never officially posted it. The theme was "first." I own nothing.
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The shop was crowded. For the umpteenth time, the teen sighed that she had been unable to do this during the week when far less people were out and about. Therefore, she ended up with the god and the shinki on one of the busiest days for shopping. She only hopped no one would pay attention to her and her companions. She would die of embarrassment if she was seen talking to herself when really, she would be scolding Yato or complementing Yukine. Normally, she wouldn't care as much. However, she was in a store her mother frequented and she couldn't have the sales clerks mentioning to her that Hiyori was talking to imaginary people.
Tapping her foot impatiently, she frowned. "Yato! What's taking so long?" As she was standing in front of a closed dressing room, no one glanced at her oddly.
"Hi-yo-ri! You're so impatient! It takes time to create a new signature look!" Though just as loud and obnoxious as always, his voice was muffled behind the door.
Hiyori groaned. "This isn't a signature look! It's just some jeans!" Jeans. Because Gods was she tired of those tracksuits. They were so ratty. Hiyori almost asked him how old they were but decided against it. She did not want to remind the god of how little he had now that he was a permeant moocher. That being said, it should not have been that difficult to decide on jeans. She knew he had a few pair. His size surely had not changed in a very long time and he had to know his own likes and dislikes. Personally, it took her less than three minutes to pick out jeans. However, everything about Yato was difficult and drawn out. Nothing was ever easy.
Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she charged forward and threw open the door separating her and the god.
And god, did she wish she had thought before she acted.
The pair stared at each other in shock and fear for a good thirty seconds before Yato hissed "Close the door!" Again, without thinking, Hiyori closed the door. With her inside with Yato. A half-naked Yato. Swallowing thickly, she stepped closer to him in the tiny space. His pupils had shriveled up to their catlike glare. "That's not what I meant, dumby. Get out."
She blinked. "Yato…" Then she reached for his chest.
The god stood perfectly still as her smooth fingers caressed the deep scars crisscrossing his body. He was supposed to be indestructible…What could…
He snatched her wrist and ceased her stroking. "It's rude to touch people without permission." Since when had he ever…? "Yukine's ready." He released her wrist and pulled on his white tee shirt. "Let's go," he growled before stomping out the door and throwing a pair of jeans in her general direction.
Hiyori never saw him the rest of the day. But she wanted to…That was the first time she had seen such wounds…And it scared her. She thought Yato could never die. Would never leave her. And yet…something could hurt him…
Something could take him away from her.
Her heart lurched.