Summary: Bishamon borrows Rekki. Based on the partial six-page spoilers released on tumblr for ch 79.1


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"Yatogami," Bishamon said. "May I borrow your Rekki again?"

"You know Kazuma's yours, right?" Yato said. Bishamon knitted her fingers together imploringly. "It's no problem. Right, Rekki?"

Kazuma turned. All at once, Yato was draped in the dark scarf, which hung over his shoulder like a cape, and the leather gloves. He handed Bishamon the scabbard and pulled off the scarf. His eyes turned inwards.

"Yeah, Kazuma?"

Bishamon waited as Yato listened inwardly.

"What is he saying?" Bishamon asked. Yato handed her Kazuma's phone.

"He says to hold onto this in case he needs me to text you," Yato said.

Bishamon took the phone from him, slipping it into her pocket. Wrapping the scarf around her neck, she paused to finger the material, marveling at its softness. Carefully she tucked the scabbard into her belt and took out the sword. The blade was lithe and strong, the metal cool and smooth beneath her fingers.

"Yo Bishamon," Yato said. "Kazuma's freaking out because you keep stroking his body."

"What?" Bishamon said, and the sword glinted frantically.

"Kazuma says not to tell you that how you're handling him is basically like you're fondling him."

The scarf swung out and wrapped around Yato's mouth in protest. "Dammit, Kazune! Stop trying to be a gag!"

Bishamon giggled. She unwrapped the scarf again and carefully draped it around her own shoulders.

"Does it feel good when I touch you like this?" Bishamon asked the scarf.

"Can you guys leave me outta this?" Yato said.

xXx

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Bishamon stood, perched atop a skyscraper and looking outwards.

"It's strange, isn't it? You're with me, but it feels like I'm alone." Bishamon squinted her eyes at the horizon, the wind catching the scarf and whipping back her hair. "I wish you could talk to me. You always tell me where to find phantoms."

She felt a gentle pull, the scarf tugging her around. "There?" she asked, turning. The sword glinted in the half light. She pulled it out of the scabbard.

xXx

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"Kazuma, that was amazing," Bishamon said. Again she was met with silence. "Your strikes are even stronger than Saiki's. And you're so accurate," Bishamon said, wonderingly. "I've never felt so much control using a single sword.

"That's not to say you don't control the others well, you do! I just meant, in terms of handling. Using you is very smooth."

She looked out into the horizon, silently.

"I think if it were just the two of us like this, facing down the heavens, I think we could do it, don't you?"

The blade glinted. Bishamon lowered her eyes.

The wind moved. She felt her scarf catching the wind like a cape, twisting and flapping. The scabbard rested heavily at her hip, and her hand closed around the hilt of the sword protectively.

"I wish I could talk to you," Bishamon said, softly. "In many ways, this is how I am as a master, isn't it? Being close to you, but never really understanding you. Forgive me," Bishamon said.

Her pocket vibrated. Bishamon picked up her phone.

YATO: [I don't know what you guys are talking about but Kazuma says there's nothing to forgive]

Bishamon smiled. "Tell the Yatogami thank you," she said.

The phone buzzed again.

YATO: [What did you tell him? Kazuma's crying]
YATO: [My bad Kazuma said not to tell you that]

Bishamon bit back a laugh. She nuzzled her face into the scarf fondly.

She returned to Kofuku's. Yato met them at the courtyard. "Thank you for letting me borrow him," Bishamon said.

"I told ya, Bishamon, Kazune is already yours," Yato said, and Kazuma returned to human form.

Bishamon bit her lip, giddy. "Kazuma!" she said, and she threw her arms around him. Kazuma laughed shyly and ducked his head. "You are a spectacular weapon," she said.

"Thank you, Veena," Kazuma said, smiling. Yato waved at them.

They walked home. Bishamon clasped his hand and Kazuma blushed happily.

"I wish you were mine," Bishamon said. "I loved using your rekki form. The Yatogami is very lucky."

"I'm sorry my vessel couldn't be more use to you," Kazuma said. Bishamon turned to look at him.

Kazuma gave her a small smile. "You have always been very kind," Kazuma said. "Even though I was a nail, you never had qualms using me."

"You are more than just your use to me," Bishamon said. She squeezed his hand. "You are mine. You're precious to me."

Kazuma's eyes grew bright and glassy. He sniffed, then smiled as Bishamon tugged at his arm, wrapping her arm around his and pulling him closer.