" I would go through all this pain...
Take a bullet straight through my brain...
Yes, I would die for you, baby...
..But you won't do the same."
It was getting worse and worse everyday.
Yukine was young and reckless, anyone could see that. He sinned more than he did good, and who could really blame him? He didn't ask to be dead.. Then again, it was expected of him to show appreciation towards the God who took him in and saved him.
But he never did.
More and more blights stung at Yato's skin, showing up uninvited at the worst of times everyday. Stealing, lying, envy — These were only three examples of what Yato would assume Yukine to be doing to cause his God this pain.
And as the days went on, it became harder and harder to bare. Sometimes he couldn't even raise his head without feeling like the back of his neck was on fire. There were black and blue colored blights on his arms, legs, back.. everywhere.
There was a way to solve this - One Yato didn't dare think about. Because even though Yukine hadn't been his regalia as long as the others.. he was already attached. He didn't know why or what it was, but the thought of killing or giving up Yukine was more difficult than continuing to deal with the blights. And it was clear to everyone - no matter how many times Yukine was spoken to about this.. He wouldn't change. It would continue on.
And was Yato willing to accept this?
Yes.
He was.