Thanks to blue and gold for helping me overcome writers block after I wrote the first paragraph! You're awesome! :)
Set with Yato & Hiyori having just become a couple :)
Sorry for OOC-ness
Stuff in bold & italics are my notes
Possible spoilers - I might go on a tangent and mention a few things from the manga (don't say I didn't warn you if you find a spoiler)
Finally, please be nice, this is my first Fic - no Flames please - Con-crit welcome - R&R please!
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OC Profile
Name: Iki-Ryo* (Ryo-chan)
Status: God of Calamity (much like Yato, has no followers/temple, has mysterious past and has somehow merged with a Phantom & angered Takemikazuchi (from Chapter 36 - the person who killed Ebisu) - has to do with her past
Personality: Miscellaneous (2 personalities - 1st is caring & nice, etc. 2nd (when angered) is angry...huh, that makes sense doesn't it)
Appearance: Long black hair, blue eyes (like Yato's but brighter..), black wolf ears & tail, claws (not really, more like long, pointed fingernails) - in 2nd form she takes on a more feral, wolf-like appearance
*In Japanese mythology Iki-Ryo is a spirit of anger or envy. It is believed that this spirit, directed at another, can cause illness or even death.
The four colors before me are being burned into my retina, as I lie in the burning cold snow. Black. White. Red. Blue. The black of my long midnight tresses; the white of the achingly beautiful, freshly fallen snow; the red of the blood that greatly contrasts its surroundings; and the most prominent, the shockingly bright blue of his eyes. True, the condition that has currently befallen me does prevent me from admiring such a picturesque mural of color, and the only thing that ruined the said moment was the burning pain that tore violently through the left half of my face.
Such excruciating pain accompanied by a seemingly endless flow of crimson blood, the latter seemed never to cease, and the former never seemed to lull. Of course, the prominent thought in my tormented mind was death – which of course was impossible for a god of my position, considered a Reaper of sorts - more demonic than godly - condemned by the High Heavens to never die, to be imprisoned in an immortal body.
But as I lie in the burning cold snow, my remaining eye locates him, he who kills humans and Phantoms alike, in the battlefield. Blood of the many fallen men stains his yukata and blade, adding again to the mirage of color. As my consciousness fades I call out to him, softly, almost too much so that he only just hears me, and as I fall into a slumber, he screams for me, calling my name.
"Ryo-chan!"
Yato's POV
I had that dream again last night. I honestly couldn't remember the last time I'd had it, probably many hundred years ago, closer to the date when it had actually occurred - when her slumber started for the first time. That was the last time I saw her. And I guess, when I put it that way, I can't really say it's a dream, more like a memory, where she - my dear Ryo-chan - who had normally fought alongside me, her Shinki - a large black broardsword gilded with silver - in hand had succumbed to Takemikazuchi's curse, as she lay in the snow with her left eye all but gouged out. It was because of this memory that I'd had very little sleep, and when I did, I spent it tossing and turning, which had annoyed the hell out of Yukine.
It can also be said that Yukine got his revenge when he awoke me early that morning, as I had apparently moaned "Ryo-chan, five more minutes!" which resulted in his incessant teasing about a girlfriend and his threatening to tell Hiyori about said girlfriend. I, of course, did not tell him the truth. It would have been far too difficult - not that I was all that comfortable talking about my past anyway.
"Yato! Are you sure it's alright for us to be doing this? I mean, Kofuku said there were going to be quite a few storms today." Hiyori's voice cut deep into my thoughts.
I nodded. "Yeah, Kofuku told us to enjoy today. She said, and I quote: 'I want Yatty and Hiyorin to enjoy their first date!'" I adopted a high-pitched and somewhat whiny voice to mimic the God of Poverty - a bad interpretation according to Daikoku. "Besides, Bishamon is taking care of them."
Hiyori nodded hesitantly and then curled her arm around the crook in my elbow, then turned her head and looked a Yukine cautiously. I followed her gaze and saw him lagging behind. I didn't need to call out to him to know - he didn't want to intrude on Hiyori and me.
~~~~~Time Skip 'cause I'm too lazy to think of anything else :) ~~~~~~
After a few hours, we had decided to head to the park. It was there that Yukine began to look at the swingset with a somewhat forlorn look creasing his face. Grinning, I said in a mocking voice, "You can go play if you want to, Yuki-chan"
To which he whipped his head around and screeched, "Like hell!"
Hiyori began to giggle as we bickered, but it was short-lived as the ground exploded. Literally. The newly formed storm whipped wildly, Phantoms streaming out in a vicious cloud, with the three of us gaping at it like clowns. It was then that Hiyori decided to drop her body. Well hell, now there was another person, or thing, to protect.
"Come, Sekki." Glowing softly, Yukine transformed into twin blades and appeared in my hands. I prayed that I wouldn't have to fight (there was no real point considering I'm a god myself, but what the heck, it's worth a shot, right?) and bam! a miracle happened. Again. Literally. A figure cloaked in darkness whipped past me, and began to hack at the Phantoms mercilessly. To be honest, I would have helped, but I was way to shell-shocked to do any good. Besides, this newcomers appearance was something worth gaping at. Long black hair that shimmered like black flame, black ears and tail, not to mention that they were hacking Phantoms into bits with their bare hands. And, wow, no blight. Pretty impressive if you ask me...
Bishamon landed beside me, riding Kuraha, of course. "Why is a storm opening here? Kofuku said that there wouldn't be any in this area."
"She isn't always right Pervy-san" This is the name Bishamon gets when Yato talks to Ebisu
If it weren't for the storm and the Phantom/Human looking person, I probably would have a great up-close-and-personal session between my face and the ground. Bishamon's eyes were locked onto the fighting silhouette in the midst of the storm. "Is that a Phantom?"
"I don't know."
"Who is it?"
"I don't know."
"How did they get here?"
"I don't know."
"Wh-"
"I don't freaking know, ok?!" I interrupted her seemingly continuous stream of annoying-as-hell questions.
~~~~~Another Time Skip 'cause I'm too lazy and I can't be bothered to write a fight scene this late at night :) ~~~~~~
It seemed that the battle between the Phantoms and the obviously battle-hardened newcomer went on forever. It also seemed forever that the storm finally closed. All that was left were a few wisps of smoke and the warrior I don't want to sound repetitive when describing this person, but I'm running out of words, please bear with me standing in the middle of it all.
Bishamon - obviously deciding that this person was some kind of new Phantom, I mean, it's not possible for a human to do that, nor a Shinki, and a god would have been blighted the moment they attacked the way this person did - che'd and flicked her whip. It whistled towards her target faster than my eyes could track. I only had time for a single thought: This person is done for - Pervy-san will kill them. And they dodged it. Yup. Dodged a freaking-faster-than-sound whip from the strongest war god there is. Bishamon pulled back her whip and flicked What else does a whip do? Crack, I guess...it again, this time the person caught it firmly. Then, suddenly, the whip began to steam and erode. With fear and pain in her eyes, Bishamon called the name of her Shinki, returning it to its human form and to her side. The Shinki's arm was black and steaming. Blight. "Kazuma!"
"The feet! Knock it down." Bishamon's Blessed Shinki responded sharply, and who complied, whipping out another weapon - a gun - and shot several times at the Phantom. In shock, it stumbled and fell. Taking advantage, I sprinted forwards, and pinned it down, using Sekki to restrain its neck. It was then that I looked at its face - I mean really looked at it. Pale skin, blue eyes. But what stood out was the ragged scar that ran down her face, cutting through her left eye. The eye itself was a pale, milky blue - it was clearly blind. And suddenly, like an electric shock, I realised something. I gasped and retreated a few steps, allowing the Phantom - no, god - to sit up and gape right back at me. "What the hell are you doing, baka? Kill it already!" I ignored Yukine, and continue to stare at it... no.. her, at that face, that scar. After what seemed like forever, we both spoke, simultaneously.
"Ryo-chan!?"
"Yaboku-niichan!?"
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