Drabble #2: Five Yen a Life

She'd heard about him. The man known as The God of Calamity; Yato. He had supposedly been the key to her father's victory. A fierce young man bought with a measly five yen, but with ice-blue eyes and an even colder blade. She shivered as his gaze landed on her, blood spattered across his face.

"You summoned me…Princess?" he asked.

"I have a request," she was amazed that her voice didn't tremble.

"Anything you ask, provided you have the offering?" he held out his hand expectantly.

She gingerly placed the five-yen coin in his palm, "Do you know that my father has…arranged a wedding?"

He nods, "With Lord Ashiya?"

"I want you to kill him; please kill Lord Ashiya for me."

"If that is what you wish," he bows.

The wedding is still on, with only a different groom, when she calls him again. She makes another request, and he coldly agrees. Another life, another five yen. She relishes the scent that floats through her room as he leaves. Soon, she becomes known as a cursed bride, her suitors flee, and she is banished to a solitary tower to live on her own.

"There is one more suitor," her maid informs her one day.

She stares at the five yen on her desk, feeling sick. She hopes that this will be the last.

"I do not believe that to be necessary, my dear princess," the familiar voice comments from the doorway. He stands there, filling the room with his gentle, warm scent, and a faint smile of amusement upon his face. He strides over to her, every ounce the God of Calamity he claims to be, and lifts her hand to his lips, "My dear Princess of Destruction. Who is more suitable to be at the side of a Calamity God's side?"

And the five-yen coin remains on the desk, untouched.

A/N: Yeah, a bit OOC and definitely AU, but it was an idea I had. Maybe sometime I'll make an actual story of an ancient Yato and Hiyori as Samurai and Princess, but this is the drabble I'll go with for now. Please Review!