Special thanks to KSdees and Tomoyo-Chan284 for beta reading my cold open. Well without further ado, let's get right into it.
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It was a dark and peaceful night within the great city in Japan. People walking to and from their usual workplaces, filling the sidewalks and streets with brightly lit cars on every street corner. Buildings that illuminated the whole district shone as bright as ever. Everything looked as normal as any ordinary evening until a sudden streak of air rushed through the large crowd of people. What everyone could tell with their concealed eyesight, was an impression of a young man, dashing through the sidewalks of the city. He never stopped running, carrying his tiring legs every step of the way, as if he were running away from a creepy and disturbing abomination. As he, the running man, looked back towards whom he was running away from, he could make out two people chasing him down all this time - a male and a female, one wearing a tracksuit, and another wearing a regular female school uniform. From what he can make of their physical expression, they didn't look too happy; in fact, the one in the tracksuit gazed upon the man with a killing-like demeanor, while the running school girl stared at the running man's eyes with such cold testament.
"Get back here with that camera, you peeping thief! You don't know what's at stake here!" The angry guy in the tracksuit exclaimed, looking at the one running away.
"Not a chance, Yato! It's my chance to redeem myself of that huge debt that I racked up. Don't worry, only my two acquaintances can see my photos" the running man said, with a devious smile on his face.
As the three young trio dashed across the streets of the Japanese city, things start to get really heated, as the man took a detour towards an alleyway, constantly looking back for the two, who have disappeared from his sight. He soon stopped running after a brief moment to suddenly catch his breath, collapsing bent over, hands onto his knees, his chest breathing heavily from exhaustion and impulsive control of happiness.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes yes! I've got what I need! They finally did it, this will be a great addition towards my bet to sell off. I called it, Yahoo! I knew that one day that Yato became a glorious man to confess to his loving girl and to get what all of us people needed!"
This young man, known as Lance, quickly pulls out the camera that he used earlier, to vigorously swipes through it, picture after picture. He looked at each of the high-resolution photos of the stray god Yato, making out with his own love for a few days. None other than Hiyori Iki herself. Looking through how they kissed with such passion and lust in a photo that Lance scrolled through, from what was going on in his feeble mind, is his excessive plotting of how to really hit those two to a home run. Chuckling for a bit under his breath while also making a devious grin, a new plan began to spark inside but was quickly turned off by the sound of his phone ringing, with the disturbing sound of an electronic bell.
"Yyyyyello?" Lance playfully responded in a calm, straightforward voice.
"You've gotten the pictures that you said that you took?" The mysterious caller asked of Lance.
From the response of his fellow caller, Lance took it as an offense, arching his back a mere bit, and gasping in such a sarcastic manner. "Of course I did. You should have more faith in me, Zaphkiette. I've planted the perfect trap for these gullible lovebirds. They walked right into it so easily, that I guarantee you, I didn't need to make a wish of five yen to make it happen. I'll send you the pictures soon enough, just as soon as I escape those two angry lovebirds."
"Is that so?" A sudden voice that can be heard from the young man's distance. He quickly looks back and forth in between the edges of the alleyway, seeing no one that can make such a menacing sound. But it was all too late, as the stray god immediately pounced on him, using his arm to grab him by the neck, and pinning his arms down on his back tightly, all while pinning his body onto the cold, rocky ground. Meanwhile, the young Hiyori approached the pinned down Lance from the shadows, looking as angry as ever.
"I'll only ask this once more. Give me your camera." Yato demanded, in a daring and frightening voice, in an effort to instill fear into Lance's heart. Lance could tell when Yato became serious, as he gave him the same, cold, death stare when he was the god of calamity a long, long time ago. However, Lance just smirks at the two and begins to say a phrase that indicates his resolve.
"But, I refuse!"
Well, that's it for the exert. If you want the picture version on wattpad, it'll be there, just search up my username "DoctorPokemonIchigo", and you'll find it. If you like this chapter, be sure to leave a review and a favorite of what you think of it. Till then, cheerio.