It was ironic that a little dusty down in the middle of nowhere would bear the name "Heaven," especially since it's been declining since her grandmother's time. The town was built around a large natural spring that has been shrinking ever so slightly each year while the buildings only grew taller. Hiyori strolled down main street, her heels kicking up loose dirt which dusted the frills of her pink dress. Her father, the only doctor in town, had let her go for the day, giving her a break from replacing her run-away brother at the clinic. So, after visiting her friend, Ami, at the fabric store, and Yama out with the horses, Hiyori made her way to the saloon.
The building was two stories and housed a bar, a small stage, and tables with different games other cowboys could gamble on. Since this town held so much water and resources, it was a common place for vagabonds of all types to stop in and rest. The Inn was right next door, owned by the bar owner's husband, it's front often tied with horses. Hiyori's eyes scanned the beasts for a familiar black mare with a short mane but was disappointed when she saw none. She entered The Lucky Lady, the batwing doors swinging behind her, eyes adjusting as she ignored the cat-calls.
"Hiyori!" The bartender called like they haven't seen each other in years. The Lucky Lady, a spunky night-time-dancer named Kofuku, waved her friend over with a dirty cloth.
"Good afternoon, Kofuku," Hiyori gave a short curtsy before taking a seat at the bar, "where's Daikoku and Yukine?" She asked as her eyes scanned the bar, finally adjusted to the darker space.
"They're tending to some of the horses behind the Inn. Yuki's getting good at changing shoes you know," Kofuku mused as she wiped down the bar, "although they're not really who you're looking for are they?" The comment shocked Hiyori out of her scanning. The teasing glimmer in the young woman's eyes sparking a fire across Hiyori's cheeks.
"Well! He did say he was coming back today and he's supposed to be handling my job!" Hiyori sputtered. She crossed her arms with a huff and looked towards the door, waiting for the black silhouette of a certain hitman-turned-messenger-and-bounty-hunter. Unbeknownst to her parents, Hiyori had hired the man to find her missing brother. It felt off to put a secret bounty on her own brother, giving it to an enigma of a man recommended to her by Kofuku and Daikoku, but he'd stopped sending her letters almost a year ago and it had her worried.
"If there's someone you want found, dead or alive, he's your man," The Inn owner had growled, "just don't get too close." The gruff man scoffed when his bubbly wife waved off his warning. Of course Hiyori was the strong, intelligent daughter of a doctor, who practiced cattle roping with her brother. She didn't judge just based on one reputation, Hiyori had to see for herself. Especially with the reputation that particular cowboy had. No, if it weren't for Yukine then Hiyori would have never hired him.
"Yukine!" Hiyori called when the boy in question walked in from the back. The young teen pulled off a black cutter that was too big for him, and revealed a puff of blonde hair. His hazel eyes popped up and he smiled at the sight of her.
"Hiyori!" He greeted, giving Daikoku the hammer and nails before heading to the bar. Yukine was one of the few people in this town Hiyori didn't know since birth. Now, she didn't know the whole story- the boy in question refusing to tell- but she did know the place he came from was not a very kind one. That, for one reason or another, the cowboy she hired to track her brother was the same one that saved Yukine from that place as a toddler. They traveled together since then, Yukine being dropped off at Kofuku's place so the man could go on more dangerous jobs. Just like now. It was during those times, Hiyori had gotten to know the boy. Even early on, when Yukine would throw tantrums at being left behind or run away from strangers.
"He's still not here yet?" Yukine sighed as he took a seat next to Hiyori. The boy gave a curtsey scan around the saloon, knowing the man's figure too well to miss it.
"Sorry Yuki, he said more towards the sun down," Kofuku reminded them of the last letter the messenger pigeon brought them. The blonde, becoming more and more like a teenager each day, scoffed and crossed his arms.
"Yeah, well, he better get here before Sheriff Bishamon gets back from her trip to the city. Otherwise he'll just get chased out again." Yukine soured at the thought, ready to hit the open road again. Hiyori knew a bit about how he felt. She's felt the need to leave this dusty place, to hop on a horse and ride off into the sunset with nothing but your wit and a couple bullets at your side. But she could never do that to her parents, not like her brother did. Instead she lived through the stories Yukine brought back with him, after the cowboy in black strolled into Heaven like he owned it.
"How long is the sheriff gone for?" Hiyori asked. If the sheriff caught the man sneaking into town there would be a shotoff on sight.
"Oh who knows. I asked Uncle Ebi to keep her there for as long as possible so," Kofuku shrugged, "I'm sure he'll buy you two enough time to catch up." The pink haired woman winked causing the two younger patrons to sputter with disgust.
"Don't be gross! Hiyori could do so much better than that dusty rattlesnake!" Yukine hissed, insulting the one man he deemed as blood family. Still, the statement jolted something within Hiyori. A boxed up secret that's been locked up tight since the man in question last rode out of town.
"Hey yeah! Our little Miss Hiyori still has a courtship with that gun dealer from the city," Daikoku suddenly walked behind the bar, giving his wife a kiss on the head.
"Ukk! You mean Kouto? Hiyori, don't tell me you're still seeing that as-donkey," Yukine quickly muffled his cursing, remembering he wasn't out on the open road with a not-so-great role model. Daikoku raised a brow at the kid, muttering out a mental note to have a word with the kid's kidnapper.
"I am not 'seeing him,' it is a one-sided courtship at best! One that I do not plan on pursuing," Hiyori stood suddenly, face red enough to pass as sunburn, "so if you'll excuse me. I'll be back after dinner to see if-." The young woman stopped short, half way from the bar to the door, when she realized the saloon had gone silent. Someone was approaching the planked doors, the sun casting a shadow across a smirk that could steal a golden fiddle from the devil. The room fell into hushed whispers as he pushed open the door and approached Hiyori with careless saunter. The various weapons and coins hidden among his long black coat clinked as his brown boots thudded against the squeaky floor. Since his hat was left in the care of a blonde boy, there was nothing obscuring his sharp gaze from meeting hers. The white ascot around his neck covered his grin to the others in the room, helping keep up with his dark and bloody reputation. If only they knew how sweet he really was.
"Hiyori," his drawl was rough from breathing in nothing but hot desert dirt but she found his dust-smudged cheeks just as endearing. His blue eyes and smile didn't waver from her, even as the men closest to him raised their hackles and fixed him with narrowed eyes. The cowboy stopped directly in front of her, much too close for an upper class employer and some hired vagabond. But despite the towns and names he's buried six feet under, Hiyori met his eyes with a straight back and a confident smile.
"It's nice to see you again, Yato."
"A pleasure, Hiyori," he chuckled. The two shared a moment for less than a second before a barstool behind Hiyori squeaked with movement.
"Finally! About time you got here!" Yukine said. Regardless, the kid was off his stool and across the floor in an instant, arms crossed and hat off, waiting for Yato to ruffle his hair. Which Yato did. Until he pulled the kid into a large hug, encasing the small boy in his leather coat with a happy laugh.
"There he is! My baby Yukine! Have you gotten smaller? Or bigger? Definitely bigger, look at those arms! Turnin into a big strong man now! Gone for a season and look at you! Did you keep my hat nice and safe like always?" Yato gushed.
"Blegh! You smell like horse shit and sweat! You disgusting loser! Get off me!" Yukine hollered, squirming out of Yato's hold and shoving the man's hat back in his arms. Yatolet the boy go, satisfied that the bar's paterons went back to their drinking and card games. Hiyori could understand, having a cute child by his side made Yato look a little less like the hitman he once was. The boy stomped back to the bar, Yato smiling after him.
"Ya heading out?" Yato asked, placing his hat back at home on his head.
"Um nope! No," Hiyori said. Yato's smirk quirked back on and he nodded his head to the bar, pouting when Hiyori declined his offered arm.
"Oh Yatty! We missed you!" Kofukue leaned over the bar, her corset popping a string, as she pulled him into a hug.
"Hey Kofuku! Glad to be back," Yato squeezed her, "thanks for watching the kid again."
"Yeah, well, the kid's welcome here anytime. You, on the other hand, got a long tab to pay." Daikoku grumbled by the taps.
"It'd be easier if you just let me go with you," Yukine said, haughtily. The kid watched the man that saved him take a heavy seat on the bar, removing his iconic twin shotguns from his shoulders and laying them on the wood. Hiyori took a seat on the other side of Yato, eyeing the long, silver double barrel guns. Her gaze tracing tiny flowers engraved on the metal. She knew without looking that the wooden butt of the guns had the names "Sekki" and "Setsu" carved into them when he was Yukine's age. Of course, Daikoku's rule about weapons on the bar went ignored as Yato gave Yukine a side eye from over his pint.
"Death Valley is called 'the underworld' for a reason, kiddo. It's too risky for a youngin." Yato said.
"I'm not a youngin! I'm fourteen!" Yukine spun on the stool, "and you were even younger when you started out."
"Not by choice, Yukine."
"Okay but I'm choosing to." Yukine's eyes narrowed even more when Yato just scoffed and took a large swig of cheap beer.
"Come on, Yato! You said it yourself, I'm turnin' into a man now. I've been traveling with you for nearly a decade! I know how to shoot and lasso and care for horses and where to look for gold and know when it's gonna rain! You taught me all of that and you always say when I'm older you would keep me with you all the time! On all your jobs, so why?" Yukine almost pleaded, frustrated. Hiyori bit her lip and looked from Yukine to Yato.
"Because I thought this one was going to be particularly dangerous. You know I don't want you seeing that," Yato finally said, setting his glass down with a clink, "besides, I was just going to poke around and gather information. If there was anything solid I'd come get you."
"Is that right?" Yukine asked, unconvinced.
"'Course. It's not like you missed anything big. I just went around, did the normal askin, followed a couple hollow rumors, then came back. You would have been bored anyway. Why? You think I would lie about it?"
"Do I think you would? Yes. Cause you lie to make me feel better. You do it all the time." There was a beat that no one commented on. Hiyori couldn't bring herself to see Yato's reaction to that attack on a very recent wound.
"Well that clearly isn't the case this time is it?" Yato said, then sighed and softened his tone, "there really was nothing Yukine but I just wanted to be sure. There's no law in the underworld and I don't want you anywhere near that place." The man finally turned and fully faced the boy he claimed as his own. Yukine regarded Yato for a couple moments longer, just as water started to rise over his hazel irises. Suddenly and harshly, Yukine got off his seat.
"If you don't trust me to have your back and you don't want me around just say so. Stop coming back already." Snarled Yukine. He left the saloon and Hiyori knew he would be heading to the Inn where one of the rooms was permanently his and Yato's. Beside her, Yato chugged the rest of his beer then slammed it back on the counter with a sigh. Daikoku chided him and took it, wiping it clean with disdain.
"Don't worry, Yatty. He's at that age. Yuki didn't mean it, he just missed you and rather go on your adventures than stay here," Kofuku offered.
"That's what he doesn't get. They're not adventures," Yato scratched his neck, "I'm out of bullets." The implication silenced the young women.
"Still, the boy's right about one thing, he's growin up. Can't tell him what to do forever," Daikoku eventually butted in, placing a new mug of beer in front of Yato.
"Watch me," Yato pouted. That got a small giggle out of Hiyori which might have quirked the tip of Yato's lip just a little. Kofuku and Daikoku hummed and shared a look. Eventually, Yato downed the rest of his drink before getting up.
"Hiiro is out back. Needs a bath," Yato said.
"Pay for your beer." Daikoku answered.
"Put it on my tab," Yato knocked on the bar.
"Like hell-"
"Okie dokie, Yatty! See you at dinner!" Kofuku waved. Yato pointed at her with a finger gun, clicking as his thumb mimicked the hammer. He grabbed both gunstraps and lazily swung the weapons over one shoulder. Taking two steps, Yato looked over his shoulder, one blue eye meeting hers from under his hat.
"You comin?" Yato tilted his head. Despite the looks their friends gave her, a large smile grew on Hiyori's face and she happily hopped off the stool.
"Yeah!" She followed the cowboy in grungy clothes out the bar and into the Inn. Since it was still late afternoon, the place was just about empty. The wooden rooms and wool sheets too hot on a summer day. Hiyori took a deep breath, feeling free from the stares of others in town with nothing to do but spread rumors. Still, she was very aware of the man standing behind her, always a bit too close, and she turned to face him. Hiyori would have to wait until later tonight to hear his tales. Yato was too good at telling stories and always insisted on drawing to go with it. Once Yukine finishes reading and goes to bed, Yato and the rest of the town congregate at The Lucky Lady for drinking, dancing, and music. It was then that Hiyori- and sometimes her teasing friends- would get Yato to herself.
"How are the folks?" Yato broke the silence.
"They're okay. Since the water's been going, my father's been trying to find ways to give strong medicine that uses less water."
"What a coincidence," Yato hummed, "every lead I tried to follow on your brother ended up being about the water crisis."
"You think he's following the drought?" Hiyori asked, urgently.
"Couldn't say. He's never struck me as the heroic type, to go galavanting off and save the world; but it is suspicious. Unfortunately, once I got deep in the drought debacle his name would vanish," Yato shrugged, "it's all anyone's talkin about." At some point Yato's shoulders slumped and Hiyori sighed. This was the fifth time Yato came back with dead ends. It wasn't his fault. Not only was he right- in that her brother was known to ride by the seat of his pants- but the job required him to stay away for long periods of time. Tracking someone like that kept him away from Yukine and other people who missed him. Still, disappointment hung her head.
"I'm so sorry, Hiyori. I promise I'm going to keep looking." Yato put a hand on her shoulder and Hiyori took it in both of hers.
"What about Yukine?"
"I don't know. I'm gonna to take him this time around but- I just don't know where this leads. And you know how he is. You've seen him loiter around the school house in the past. I just don't think it's good for him to be growin up on the run." Yato mumbled. He twinded their fingers together and the box inside her jolted again, but settled when he did nothing more.
"Daikoku's right, you know, every day it becomes more and more his decision." Hiyori offered him a small smile. He blinked at her before the cocky smile Yato was known for grew across his lips. He brought their hands up and pressed a light kiss to the back of her glove.
"I've missed you, darlin'," he said. The box inside her was getting harder to keep closed, memories of his previous visits flashing across Hiyori's eyes. Really, she wondered if Daikoku knew she failed to heed his warning. It was no wonder people caught her staring at that horizon and sighing with longing.
"Yato," Hiyori tried, pulling her hand slightly but not letting go. A look of hurt flashed across Yato's face- so familiar to her own when she watched him leave and come back with new scars- and Hiyori almost wanted to hit him. But instead his eyes quickly darkened and he squeezed her hand.
"Don't tell me you're not a filly anymore? That gun smith with the cheap products gotcha or are your parents makin you drag your rope?"
"None of that!" Hiyori huffed. She took her hand back and turned around, arms crossed.
"Not that it has anything to do with anything! Since I hired you to find my brother while-"
"While you stay here and take his place and care for the family business and not go off with Kouto because that would be leaving 'em behind," Yato repeated, "come off it, Hiyori. Your parents are adults and you have your own life. Just admit you want to have your own adventure."
"And where do you suppose I go? Just to wander around by myself? Or were you planning on taking me and not Yukine?" Hiyori whirled on him, tired of this do-si-do of a conversation.
"It's too dangerous with me," Yato said through grit teeth, hat tilted to cover his knitted brows.
"So what then? You'll drop us off in random towns while you go back and forth?" Hiyori threw out without much of a bite. There was a moment of Yato staring at the floor and Hiyori rolled her eyes. Of course the fool of a man would think that was a good idea. She stepped back in front of him and reached under his hat to pinch his cheek.
"Ow!" Yato flinched away. He rubbed his cheek like some little kid who got a light smack and Hiyori snorted. How did she once fear him? His pout was back but not for long, blue eyes softening at her laughter.
"I just want you to be happy. You only get one life you know," Yato said, hand dropping from his cheek.
"And I'll decide what I want to do with it. Just like Yukine." Hiyori's reminder quieted the cowboy down.
"I just don't want to drag him into another one of my mistakes. He deserves better." Yato said. Hiyori frowned, reminded of Yukine's earlier comment.
"He doesn't blame you." She offered. About ten years ago, when Yato traveled with a group of bandits who's name struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it, they rode into Yukine's place of birth. Hiyori had met Yukine, seeing Yato in passing now and again, she came to understand Yukine's memory of that night was hazy at best. That was until a year ago, Yato first took off to find Hiyori's brother, and the boy's memories resurfaced. He confronted Yato, learning the fate of his birth town.
"I know he doesn't blame me but you saw how he was. How he gets when I pull the trigger. I worry he'll grow to resent me." Yato sighed, "you know, I remember that night like it was yesterday. I was young and he was so tiny, the town was burnin down all around us, his loved ones were bloody behind 'im. Just as I turned Hiiro around to run, he ran after me with his little arms up. I scooped Yukine up without thinkin and took off in the opposite direction of the group.
"I don't know how but Hiiro and I managed to run for an entire night and I didn't put him down for one second. It wasn't until Hiiro finally bucked us off that I realized he hadn't moved. I- haha- I actually thought he was dead and I had been carryin' 'round a corpse. But when I looked down, his head buried in my chest, he peaked up at me with big doe eyes. No tears, no fear. We passed out right there in the dirt. I thought he'd be okay but he didn't speak at all. I was gonna drop him off at the next town but I just-. He wouldn't talk- barely looked at me- but was stuck to my side like he was made of molasse or somethin'." Yato was staring off into the distance, not realizing he was still talking. Hiyori watched and listened quietly, as she often did. Something must have happened in the underworld and she wanted to let him cope. Twelve people was twelve too many for a kind man like him.
"The little bastard grew on me. Starin at me while I babbled, sleepin on my tummy, clutchin my coat and tuggin to sit up front. Honestly, when I stretched, he stretched, I pissed, he pissed, I cleaned my guns, he'd use a stick, when I held onto the reins, he'd grabbed 'em too," Yato sighed again, voice wavering, "But he was so nervous around me, jumpy. Always looked at me to make sure he could move even an inch- wouldn't even eat until I told him to. He deserved better. I figured Kofuku and Daikoku would want him to raise as their own. When I got here and I thought he was comfortable enough, I mounted to get ready to go but he came running out crying. Sobbing even. His arms up at me. That was- that was the first time I heard him speak. He said 'don't leave!' And I just couldn't. Sure I stayed for a year or so but I couldn't keep out of work that long. And he used to be okay- happy even- when I'd give 'im my ascot or hat to keep safe till I came back." Yato's eyes were covered but his lip trembled before he bit it, trying to control his breathing.
Yukine's recent confrontation about that day- the accusations and disappointment Yukine regretted saying- scratched every wound of guilt Yato felt. It was hard to smile for a child that looked up to you while you blamed yourself for his circumstances. It was even harder to keep leaving. They did make up, as they always did, but it had been a painful experience that Yato still hasn't forgiven himself for; no matter how much Yukine reassured him.
"Yukine remembers everything and still choose you. He looks up to you, Yato, and loves you just as much. Yukine's not going to suddenly regret everything and leave," Hiyori put a hand on his chest, "and neither will I."
"I don't know about the 'look up to' part but uh," Yato swallowed thickly around a wobbling smile.
"It's true, I can tell," Hiyori leaned in to whisper, "you know he calls you his dad when he talks about you."
"He does not!" Yato gasped.
"We promised not to say anything."
"Uh-huh," Yato looked down quickly then back, "and what do you call me when I'm gone."
"Saddle Bum," Hiyori stated.
"Yeah," Yato sighed, "you got me there." He huffed out a laugh which only got stronger the more they looked at each other.
"We should probably get Yukine," Hiyori suggested.
"You're right," Yato said, "as usual. Bested again by Miss Iki. Just can't argue with you, the lush oasis saving me from my weary travels." They made their way up the stairs and down the hall of bedrooms.
"That's right, you can't. So stop trying." Hiyor playfully huffed.
"Yes ma'am," Yato swooned. Turns out Yukine wasn't in their room and instead was around the back of the saloon to tend to Hiiro. By the time the two moseyed around the two buildings, Yukine had washed down the horse- the mare really loved water- and was cleaning her hooves. Hiiro was a short, exceedingly loyal, black horse who hated when her mane got too long and had the most fickle personality even with people she liked. Her ears twitched as her rider walked towards them, shifting back and forth, as Yukine leaned against her hindquarters and scrapped at her back hoof.
"You were right, you really do have the hang of that," Yato whistled. Running his hand along her clean hair. She snapped at Yato but nickered when Hiyori patted her pink nose.
"She doesn't like it when you do it," Yukine shot after a couple beats.
"Of course she does," Yato said, skirting around the horse. Hiyori chose to stay by Hiiro's front, watching Yukine give Yato a quick glare over his shoulder.
"So, when are you leaving?" Yukine growled. Hiyori tried not to suck in air too loudly as Yato's wide eyes flickered to hers then back.
"N-not for a while. Gotta go over the clues and make a more solid plan," Yato's boot kicked the dirt, "I'm gonna need your help with that. Like always," he tried. Yukine was not impressed, hardly sparing Yato a scoff.
"Why bother? It's clear you don't trust me to watch your back." The blonde muttered. Finally, Yato's hands fell out of his pockets and his attitude grew into something more serious.
"What gave you that idea?" Yato followed the kid around to the other hoof, brows knitted. This time, Yato was ignored and the cowboy tapped the kid with his boot.
"Yato," Hiyori warned under her breath.
"Hey," Yato tapped Yukine's side again, "would I have given you twin pistols if I didn't trust you with them behind my back?" The tip of his boot nudged one of the revolvers at Yukine's hip, silver twins just like Yato's, named "Blessed" and "Burial." That got the teen to look up at Yato, frown still in place.
"No," Yukine mumbled.
"And you know why? Cause you only give-"
"Cause you only give weapons to those who have your back and disarm those who don't, I know," Yukine parroted.
"I need to get more phrases," Yato muttered as he scratched his head.
"But giving weapons is not the same! I want to be with you! I want to do all the same things you do, by your side! I mean I'm supposed to be your-!" Yukine bit his lip and quickly refocused on Hiiro's hoove. Yato's eye brows rose to his hat for a moment before a grim expression took root.
"I killed twelve people in the last four months," Yato stated. There was a beat of silence as the wind pushed a tumbleweed across the ground. Yukine tried to hide the shock- the horror- that shot across his face, but Yato caught every inch of it.
"So what?" Yukine spat weakly, "you act like I've never seen someone die."
"I don't want you to see anymore."
"Well that isn't your choice is it? Or do you not want me to be like you that badly? I was there too, you know." Yukine finally snapped, whipping around to glare at Yato. There were tears in his eyes, boiling with frustration, but no one commented on it. Yato couldn't think of anything to say and Hiyori clenched Hiiro's reins. The mare was getting restless with her rider's change in attitude.
"I know you were there and I'm sorry," Yato confessed, "I'm not anyone you should strive to be. You don't have to be anything for me, you don't owe me nutin." He kicked at the ground again and Hiyori wanted to roll her eyes. Honestly, such a fool of a man.
"I know that," Yukine muttered too, now just as embarrassed, "I'm not trying to owe you. I just think-" the boy's face rose in temperature and neither man could look at each other or address their feelings. Eventually Yato let out a huge sigh mixed with a groan.
"Well, everyone's telling me what a man you are now and that I gotta let you make your own decisions. Can't keep you caged forever or that won't protect you in the long run," Yato finally relented.
"So I can come? With you?" Yukine sprang to his feet, "and you'll stop dropping me off here? I can be with you for every job?" Fists balled Yukine stood on the tips of his matching boots to stare wide eyed at Yato. The man blinked again, something fragile crossing his eyes before he smiled.
"Suppose so. Unless you want to come back, which you can any time," Yato said.
"Yes!" Yukine suddenly remembered he was supposed to be an adult and straightened out, "and you promise this time? No tricks? No lies? No gimmicks?" He pointed up at Yato who finally snorted out a laugh.
"Nothin of the sort, o partner o' mine," Yato held up a hand, "honest."
"Both hands," Yukine narrowed his eyes. With a scoff Yato held up both hands like he was at gunpoint.
"I swear it," Yato vowed, "on my only son." Finally the dam broke and Yukine went back to his beaming smile.
"Yes!" Yukine pulled at his own ascot, "I won't let you down! I promise!" The boy crouched to gather his materials only for Yato to crouch with him.
"I know you won't, you're my kid after all," Yato took off his hat and put it on Yukine's head, smushing it down with a laugh, "and I'm mighty proud of ya." The two boys shared a laugh and Hiyori finally turned and gave them their space.
"But chu-know, we gotta get you your own hat. The tips of my ears are all crusty," Yato gripped.
"Just get a different hat!"
"It's my hat!"
"Then don't leave for so long!"
"I don't understand why you can't just get your own hat."
"I had one! Before you made me drop it in the river!"
"Oh I made you, yeah okay, and who made you that hat in the first place?"
"Well you should-" Yukine continued to argue, back with his old spunk. Hopefully they would get to spend some time together before she watched the two of them leave this place behind. That painful tug in her chest was getting harder to ignore.
Until a gunshot sounded across the desert and embedded itself in the dirt. Hiiro reared into the air, letting out a cry of alarm as Yato and Yukine readied their arms. Hiyori immediately ran to the back of the buildings and hid behind a small pile of crates. While shoot outs didn't happen as often as they did in other towns, they were enough for her to know what to do. A tall figure stepped gracefully off of a blonde, raggedy stallion, high heel boots crusting the dirt beneath. Another couple figures in matching law uniforms dismounted but didn't ready their weapons. Instead they eyed the standoff with wariness and annoyance. Hiyori sighed and stepped out from her hiding spot but stayed several feet away. Bent at Yato's side, Yukine stood but kept one gun pointed, sharing a nod to the deputy sheriff across the way, who did the same. Meanwhile, Yato's smile shifted to a dangerous grin which was replied with a snarl.
"Skank." Yato greeted Sheriff Bishamon.
"Vermin." The blonde growled in return. Deputy Kazuma tried to calm her, reminding her that Yato's previous transgressions have been pardoned and he has yet to cause another. But his pleas went unheard. The two took slow steps forward, guns steadily aimed right between the eyes.
"You got nerve showin' your face in my town," Bishamon said.
"Why's that? Don't tell me it's not big enough?" Yato joked. This didn't go over well, the woman took a shot in front of Yato's feet. The man yelled some sort of curse as he stumbled back, pushing Yukine behind him despite the kid's protests. Yato's gun remained pointed, trained by experience. Though the cowboy was clearly at a disadvantage, the sheriff having two bands of bullets criss-crossing over her chest.
"Come on, I'm just here for some good drinks, a fun time at Kofuku's," Yato said, "besides, shouldn't you be on vacation? Aren't you back a little early?" The man took another step. Hiyori's fists tightened as she saw the hand signals Yato was giving Yukine from behind his back.
"That deviersion you had Miss Kofuku do? To have me run to her uncle while you tried to sneak around in my town? Not a chance." Her eyes hardened but Deputy Kazuma already had a hand on her gun. It wasn't until Yato's eyes slid to meet Hiyori's- the question clear in his expression- that the box from deep within shook and burst open. The confirmation she gave was with the tiniest of nods and their eye contact was over just as fast as it started. In an instant the situation changed; Yukine had mounted Hiiro who rose to her hindlegs with a loud cry and soon Yato was up too, shooting at the law's horses to scare them. While Bishamon was distracted, Yato took the reins from Yukine and drove Hiiro towards the young lady.
"Wha-? What are you doing? You idiot!" Yukine was already turned around, guns pointed behind them, watching Yato's back. The kid went ignored, Yato had his eyes trained on Hiyori's, intense stare eclipsing his grin.
"Come on!" Yato held out his hand. Hiyori moved without another thought, grabbing his hand and letting herself be yanked on the thundering black stead. Her body fell roughly across the blackened cowboy.
"Wait!" Hiyori cried as they dashed around the corner and down the main road, "what about our-? My things?" Her concerns were covered by wisps of her hair and Hiyori had to brush them aside to see Yato throw his head back and laugh.
"Relax! We're just taking a stroll until the armadillo-woman cools off," Yato looked down at her and winked, "we haven't danced at Kofuku's yet right?"
"Gross! Stop being such a creepy old man! You're lucky Daikoku even lets you back into that bar!" Yukine yelled at them. Yato's laughter was contagious and soon it spread to Hiyori, the young woman clinging to the cowboy as he took her on an adventure.
