Disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha or Noragami.
Genre
: Romance/Drama
Pairing
: Yato x Kagome (Slight Yukine)
Summary
: A whispered wish to a God she didn't think existed. Yato never thought that he would come across an unattached priestess and certainly not the embodiment of the Shikon no Tama.
Unattached
Part I
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Kagome brushed the tears from her eyes and scrubbed her cheeks. She held the 5 yen coin so tightly in her hands that she could feel it's angry imprint against her flesh.
'I heard there is a God that does everything he can to fulfil requests, Kagome - I know it's probably some stupid fairy tale but maybe it'll make you feel better, y'know? If you pray to him you can think of it as therapy.'
Her brothers softly spoken, worried words repeated in her head and she shook it away. Lifting her head from her pillow, she turned to look out into the moonlit night.
Fate was such a bitch.
Physically exhausted from her continuous crying, she closed her eyes.
Kagome tucked her hands under her chin and her tired mind was pushing out the words that hurt her heart more than anything…
"Yato-sama… I just want to be happy again."
With those words spoken, she drifted off into a fitful sleep.
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Sometimes Yato looked at the sky and forced himself to remember times drenched in blood, forced himself to go to the places in his soul that were darkest and see what he had been. How many lives needed to be saved and changed to rid of the taint that he used to spread?
In one of these harsher moments of reflection, the once Calamity God felt lightheaded.
It was an old form of communication and required pure emotion for it to reach a God but somehow he had heard it. No one had ever prayed to him like this before and he was startled to hear the sorrowful words echoing in his head.
"Yato-sama… I just want to be happy again."
His eyes glowed in the darkness before he closed them. He had to wonder what caused the distress in the voice of the woman he had heard. And he was sure the quiet, dulcet tones could only belong to a woman. His gaze flickered over to Yukine who was resting quietly and debated on whether he should wake him or not. Making up his mind, he followed the prayer into the quiet chill of the night.
When he found the place the prayer originated from, it was shockingly at a shrine. Brows furrowing, he was surprised to feel an immense amount of purity.
A startled sound slipped past his lips.
Voice coated in disbelief he looked at one of the second floor windows in surprise, "Unattached."
He could feel the faint strings of Amaterasu lingering on the shrine but they had long since been severed. Touching his tongue to his dry lips, he leapt onto the windowsill where he felt the energy of the unattached priestess. Quietly, he entered and stood over the bed where a young woman slept.
His heart was hammering in his chest. Unattached, powerful priestesses were hard to come by. And standing next to her, there was little doubt that she was powerful. The priestess had purity swirling around her but amidst that purity he could feel the sorrow intricately entwined within her aura. Yato was reaching out a hand before he could stop himself, his shaking fingers from brushing away inky strands of hair from pale, pinched features.
Long dark lashes brushed the apples of her cheeks and her bowed lips were a delicate pink. Petite and delicate were the words he would use to describe her but her power was something else. It cascaded off her in powerful waves and he couldn't believe that she was unattended and unattached. How had no one found her and where was Amaterasu now?
Yato's gaze swept over her and one of her hands was open. His eyes softened at the 5 yen that was sitting there innocently. He reached out and took the coin, holding it between his forefinger and thumb.
A tired, soft voice broke into the silence, "That's mine."
He leapt to his feet and the coin slipped from his fingers. Before it touched the floor, the priestess caught it in her hand as she began to move into a seated position. Their eyes met and Yato felt his breath catch. If his eyes were like the sky, hers were the depth of the ocean - dark and captivating.
"A-ah! I-I wasn't doing anything!"
The young woman rolled her eyes and gave a light huff, running her free hand through her dark hair, "Yeah, well, I didn't say you were doing anything." Her eyes settled on him again and she untucked her legs from under her to throw over the side of the bed. Her words were still quiet, still tired, with a hint of strain, "Figures - I would pray to someone that shouldn't exist and you're actually real."
He paused as he looked down at her, brows furrowing in confusion, "Why pray to me if you don't believe?"
The priestess looked out the window, "Who do you pray to when the Gods have forsaken you?" she leaned forward, her hands braced on either side of her hips at the edge of the bed. Her hair pooled around her and she was looking at her feet. His fingers were twitching with the need to touch her and he clenched them at his sides, "You feel like old pain." she whispered into the hush of the dark bedroom. Clouds blocked out the light of the moon and he stepped away from her as though burned.
His voice came out rushed, "You can feel that?"
She stood and her blankets pool around her on the ground, "I'm a priestess aren't I? My ties to the far shore may be mostly severed but I am still powerful in my own right." She stepped forward and crowded his space. The priestess came up to his shoulders and she sighed as she pressed her aura against his.
Yato shuddered and nodded his head, "Yeah - powerful you might be but it's gotta hurt."
The priestess looked away, "It's fine."
The clouds cleared and the moon shined through her window again. Voice matter of fact, he pressed on, "Is that why you prayed to me? Asking for happiness? Because you have been cast away?"
She hummed in response, "You should go before trouble comes. I'm bad for business."
"Bad for business? What does that mean? Who are you?" The priestess took another step forward and lifted the hem of her shirt. Yato's cheeks flared crimson and he grasped her hand, "What are you doing?"
A grin tilted her lips and she pushed his hand away, "For a God, you're a little fussy, aren't you?" She lifted her shirt just enough to expose her stomach. Her voice was barely a whisper and he strained to hear it, "Can you see it?"
Eyes narrowed, he strained to see what it was she asking him to look at. It was faint at first but then he felt it. A pulse. Suddenly pink fire erupted along her skin, tracing the path of her veins, centered around her stomach. The glow of the moon and from her skin was the only light in the darkened room. HIs eyes widened as there was another pulse, stronger than before, "Is that the - " he paused as he swallowed. "- Shikon no Tama."
The priestess flashed a smile and she let her shirt drop, "Yes, but you can call me Kagome."
It started to make sense.
All the Gods knew - major, minor, and everyone in between - of the priestess belonging to Amaterasu that had shattered the Shikon no Tama and destroyed countless lives in the process. The quest to the past that had disrupted time. With Amaterasu being at the top of the food chain and with her thoughts on doing what was best for heaven no matter the price, there was little doubt of her having been tossed away.
Her tale was a sad one of Gods using humans and throwing them away when they had fulfilled their duties.
In her case, she had a preordained fate.
Her future had been mapped to destroy a great evil, however, it had been argued that had she not travelled then there wouldn't have been a great evil. In that same instance, it had been decided that she was to fight that evil in the past rather than the future where the humans were ill-equipped to deal with such a mess. But the Gods wouldn't take claim over what a mess it had been and when she returned to the future, they cut her out.
The darkness under the priestess's eyes was made deeper with the light from her flesh. She hadn't slept in awhile, that much he could tell and her frame was probably slighter than it usually was. Despite her run down appearance, she was still a beautiful human and it was a shame that she had to take the brunt of what had been a bad situation made worse.
But humans were tools and useless tools were discarded.
"You can go." Kagome spoke as the glow faded and left her human guise behind. "It was a silly request, I didn't expect anyone to answer. It was meant to be…" she paused and mulled the word around her mouth before finishing, "... therapeutic."
She turned away from him and began to walk toward the bed, her shoulders slumped as he began to gather the blankets and return to what awful fate awaited her. Cut from Gods as she was, she would fade away eventually. No God would take her, no matter how powerful because she was bad for business. As the jewel, she would forever attract phantoms that hungered and youkai that sought power. What God wanted a priestess that would attract such problems?
With no God to bind her… death awaited and with her death the jewel would disappear forever since she had become it.
But she was still a priestess and a powerful one at that. And Yato? Well he had been a War God. A God of Calamity and he feared nothing.
His hand gripped her shoulder, and she turned her head to look back at him and her cerulean orbs were dull, lifeless, "What?"
"I'll take you."
Her lifeless eyes didn't blink, instead she responded, "So you can abandon me too? No, thanks."
She tried to brush him off but his hand tightened and his words were firm, "I won't abandon you." He reached out with his other hand and forced her to face him. She came easily into the circle of his arms, too weak and tired to protest.
Her shoulders were shaking and he tightened his arms around her, "Amaterasu did. If the most powerful of Gods decided I was unworthy then why would some no name minor God want me?"
Kagome's words stung but it was still a question worth answering, "A minor God I might be, but I am still a God. I don't have any priestess of my own and you are a worthy servant to have." Her silent tears changed into a cry and he continued, "You saved the world, became a scapegoat for the Gods, and should be left to choose a better fate for yourself."
Her aura buffeted his own and his breath caught. The ties that held his power wavered and he closed his eyes while she cried and fell apart in his arms. Kagome's purity was beginning to seep around them, a warm wind starting to make his clothing flutter. He gulped and looked around as loose paper began to dance around them.
Clearing his throat, he asked, "What will you choose? Do you want me to save you and allow you to serve me?"
She pulled away and looked up at him, he was surprised to see her eyes bright and not just with her tears. Hope. Hope was shining through, cerulean hues burning with her power, burning with the want to live. Lips parted, she cried out, "Yes, yes please. Please I want to live. I don't want to die, I don't. I'll be good to you, I'll serve you well."
He patted her head and smiled brightly at her, "I'm sure you will." Yato pulled away and brushed his palms along the outside of her arms, trailing until they reached her hands. He entwined their fingers together and he started to tug her to the window, "We should probably do this elsewhere, yeah?"
Kagome hesitated for just a moment at the window and he looked back at her, his sky colored eyes glowing. She tightened her hand on his and then she was jumping right behind him.
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I was working on a continuation of my Yato x Kagome from my collection of one shots and then this happened. Sooo yeah. Drabble series. Thank you for your continued support. You can expect an update relatively soon. Your reviews are appreciated!
