*I just thought this fic was funnier with wildly out of context american names, though I did think about stealing the names of title character names like Naruto and Inuyasha.
"I haven't seen anyone dressed like that since I was Richard."
Yato scream groaned, trying to veer away from his father, but father reached out without looking and grabbed the back of his kimono, all too familiar with the behaviors of his son.
"Maybe he was a member of an acting troupe, perhaps they're doing a period drama."
"It hasn't been long enough since I was Richard for period dramas, has it?"
"It's been a while, what, four incarnations?"
"Four?" Father repeated with disbelief. "The time flies."
Yato didn't participate in the discussion, he was too busy grinding his teeth and considering shirking out of his clothes and making a break for it naked. It's not like any of these people could see him, but the idea of running into Bishamon while fully nude kept him suffering through this terrible conversation with his family.
"Now that assassination, the one that was stolen right out from under us, that happened when I was Steven?"
"No," Hiiro said pointedly, "You were Kyle."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes I'm sure, Father."
"And I was Garett when Yato lost his first tooth?"
"Yato doesn't lose teeth, he's a god."
"He doesn't lose them to regrow adult teeth, I'm talking about the first time he was clocked so hard a tooth fell out." Hiiro laughed at the memory and Yato growled under his breath.
"Yeah, I do remember that, he spoke with a lisp for three days before the tooth grew back!" She laughed. "Oh those were good times."
"I fucking hate you guys."
"Well that's certainly not something I haven't heard since my name was Earl."
"I am literally BEGGING you to buy a fucking calander oh my GOD!" Yato shouted, so loudly that some people nearby actually caught sight of them and gave him funny looks. "Why are you so weird?!"
"When you've lived as long as I have it's hard to keep track of things," Father whined, sneaking an amused look at Hiiro when Yato scowled.