Note: This happens after the anime, I am reading the manga (although I've been left behind, lol), so don't blame me for things that didn't happen or things I didn't put. =P
It was a day after Yato and Ebisu's last meet up, and Bishamon had stopped caring if Yato took Ebisu somewhere. She trusted Ebisu with him now, as she saw how serious was about his "friend". She didn't know if she was crazy or stupid about her decision to leave the small god in the hands of an idiot. A loyal, idiot.
Evening. The time of peace, and when the Sun sets east. Yato had been out, roaming the city with his o' faithful companion Yukine.
"Hey track suit." The younger male called for the older male.
"What is it Yukine?" The latter responded, turning his head around to look at the boy's face as he spoke.
"What are we doing out here?" He looked at the black haired man, with a questioning look. True, there was no point in being out at the moment, but there was nothing against that.
"Just going around. And I heard there's a sale going on at a bunch of stores." He said, with a serious tone at first and then later into his smiley, jittery personality. It was a compulsive act, but it is what he does.
"Then why am I here?" The blond retorted, not content with the answer the god had given to him.
"Because, I also need to talk to you about something." He looked back at the regalia, with a serious expression. The blond boy questioned if he was going to say something not worth his time, but the god kept walking and did not say anything silly or stupid. Instead, he just said a simple sentence, "Hiyori may be in danger, and my father may be the cause."
Yukine was dumbfounded. Yato's father could be a problem to them and Hiyori. It felt like a cliché, but then again no one knew much about Yato, so there was that. "Then what are we going to do?!"
Yato stopped and looked at Yukine, "We're going to fight." To put it simple and straightforward.
"But it's your father! He could beat your ass time and time before you laid a scratch on him!" Yukine calmly (if possible, in a low voiced manner) yelled.
"Have some faith in me. And my father is a bad man. It is our duty to stop him isn't it?" He felt like frowning, but didn't in the end. "We're going to get Bishamon and her regalia as well as Daikoku and Kofuku to help us. They may also be in danger."
The gold haired boy looked at Yato in a state of worry. Yato's father was supposedly a threat to everyone he knew... and possible even more people not including the citizens of the town.
It was dark, a late and painfully peaceful evening. The Yato group, Kazuma and Bishamon, as well as Kofuku and Daikoku, were all at a restaurant conveniently (more like Yato's cat sense and "deductive" sense), and the time was right to talk about important matters and to just have a talk for fun. Of course, there was the natural Yato and Bishamon inconvenient moment where they give off a hellish aura to each other, but it was normal and no one really worried too much. After a while (and their appetizers), the group had settled down from their joy and laughter. All faces were calm as they had started eating their main meal, and hardly played attention to others around them.
Kofuku and Daikoku wearing what they saw as formal outfits for the location they were eating at (although with Kofuku there, there wasn't much formality to come in it's future). Bishamon wore a dress, something never seen by other members (although it didn't disturb anyone too much), and Kazuma dressed as he always did in his attire of battle. Yato, Yukine and Hiyori were basically the odd ones out (although Hiyori dressed nicely unlike the two men she was highly acquainted with).
"We're all here. I guess it's time to say something." Yato looked solemnly at his supposed peers, confidentially yet in a small state of anxiety.
The others, with the exception of Yukine, looked at him in puzzled looks.
"Yato-god, what do you mean?" Kazuma looked over to his way, pushing his glasses up to his face.
"We may be in trouble. My father plans on doing something. I don't know what, but I know it's something..." He wandered off looking into deep space, with nothing moving him.
"So another one of your acquaintances is causing a problem." Bishamon looked to him, taking a sip of her drink, presumably juice or wine. She only stared coldly, bothered by the fact of the occurrences that had been happening recently.
The other god didn't retort. Instead, he agreed with her choice of words. Father? No, someone he knew from a long time ago. "Yes. I've known that man for a long time. He should be ended."
The others only looked at him. He had transformed from a silly thing to a god formidable and honored by many, within minutes. They were shocked at his words and uncaring tone. He had just told them that his father should be killed- reincarnated. They didn't know why he had jut gone out to say something like that, but from what they heard recently, they knew it was something personal- Yaboku, his name, a factor that could be a reason.
"Why?" Bishamonten asked, and looked at the raven haired god in the eyes, waiting eagerly for his response.
"Because he's a bad man." He looked back, unhesitant in his reply.
"Then what do we do about it?" Daikoku butted in, asking what should have been asked during the entire conversation.
"I don't know. Maybe he'll pick a fight with us. Maybe he won't." Yato sighed. He had no clue what was going to happen anytime soon. He had nothing to say to a lot of questions, and yet so many he had so much to say but couldn't.
"Alright then. We'll look out." Kazuma said.
The rest of the meal and afterwards went fine. Kofuku and Daikoku finished early as they didn't want to bring to much poverty to the restaurant. As Yato, Yukine and Hiyori were leaving, Yato waited at the door for a second. Yukine and Hiyori continued walking, unnoticing the slight un-disturbance in the force. Yato turned his head around so that he could see Kazuma and Bishamon. "Don't die. Don't reincarnate. If you do, then what did I risk through hell and back to save?" His final words left Kazuma in a confused state, unsure of what the god meant. Bishamon turned a light pink. Very, very slight, unnoticeable unless much attention was put into looking at her face. She wondered why he was so worried about her and Kazuma (specifically her since Kazuma didn't reincarnate), and what he had risked to save. Sure he had been through a lot, but why didn't he just let that go?
She wondered, until they finished their meal. They left the restaurant after paying.
A blond man from another table only watched. He wasn't even considered a man... more a high school student or college student than a "man". As he watched, he only smiled...
So UPDATES: THIS CHAPTOR WAS SHORT, BECAUSE I LIKE SHORT BEGINNING, AND THIS IS WHERE THE TRUE STORY STARTS. Why? Because I can. My story =P
I'm going to try to update within a 20 day period, so, expect the next one February 23-26 depending on where you live (and I can't tell time for shit).
