"Don't touch me!" Bishamon hissed glaring down at the startled calamity god in the front of her. The goddess immediately slapped away the outstretched hand, her own burning from the unnecessary rapid force. She hated having the god in her home, seeing him there even if it was only necessary for a few hours was a blatant travesty to the past. A mockery of the innocent lives that he cut down so long ago without a mere warning was enough to make her eager for the spill of his blood.
"Get out"
The god stood still for a moment, visual confusion spreading across his face as he processed the harshly spoken words. He flinched when the goddess's violent nature began to show, her narrowed pupils boring into him, showing the internal turmoil seeping from behind those haunting eyes.
"I said get out, I hate you and you need to leave my home immediately." She finally hissed after a while, pointing towards the crowd of regalia loitering by the exit. Pain instantly flickered in Yato's blue eyes, not a word escaping his tightly pressed lips as he turned his head from her hostile gaze. Quickly stepping back to avoid any more exchange of bitter words, he walked out of the room, the wind following behind the silent deity.
The room immediately fell into a still eerie silence when the doors snapped shut, all eyes trained towards the goddess who was still eyeing the direction of the departing god. She switched her gaze when footsteps began to approach her, Kazuma's reprimanding eyes staring at her drawing out the all too familiar apprehension.
"Lady Bishamon why did you kick him out?" The goddess mumbled something under her breath, internally withering under his frown. Immediately a slight sensation hit her breast, the fluttering discomfort growing at a rapid rate when the once calm green eyes clouded over.
"Why do you still hate him?" She breathed out in pain, trembling as her gaze still held on to his.
"Kazuma he slaughtered..." The goddess winced when his anger grew, her throbbing chest nearly made her kneel in anguish.
"You know that I had asked him to do it, it was my fault not his so why are you holding something wrong against him that was my doing!" The regalia words echoed through the halls, the force of his voice striking deep into her heart nearly making her jump from her spot. Merely a few times Bishamon had been yelled at by regalia, once by Yukine and the others by Kazuma. Although it was quite rare to see the relatively calm regalia lose his temper especially towards her, the goddess still felt the radiating force of the scoldings, this time being a bit harsher than the rest.
"If you're going to be angry, directed towards me instead of a person who was not at fault. Then at least the resentment you feel would not be in vain." He walked away after that, his feelings of hurt and reject shutting off like a tap as he disappeared from view. Bishamon kept her head down, ignoring the footsteps of her other regalia moving out the room. However, the words still tormented her, pulling out the once thing that she tried to seal away so many years ago.
Guilt
The familiar sensation tugged at her heart, breaking down her protective walls when memories of pain and rejection came flashing through her head. The screams of the regalia that she failed to lead, the miserable frightened voice of Ebisu pleading to her that he didn't want to die, and now the sad expression of Yato after she had told him how she despised him.
"Am I a fool, to hate the Yatogami after what he has done to me?" Bishamon asked herself disturbed by the answer that came almost spontaneously. She was wrong and unfair to the person who was trying to keep her from dying. Holding the grudge for so long would hurt herself and others like Kazuma who already blames himself for the deaths of his brethren.
Feeling dizzy and in need of fresh air, the goddess headed outside walking throughout the gardens, trying and clear her foggy mind. The never-ending beautiful skies of Takamagahara almost helped her cleared her head, the cloudless heavens expressing a peace that she could only hope to again someday. Still, no matter how much she gazed at the heavens today it would not get rid of the nagging thoughts of her worthless and wrongdoings towards an innocent person.
"I'm..." Bishamon's soft words faltered when her foot suddenly became wrenched between two roots of an old tree that was lifting out of the ground. The ancient tree immediately toppled over when she slammed into the trunk, the snapping sounds of the falling branches echoing through the air, hitting the deity as she fell to the ground. Crying out Bishamon rolled over, moaning in pain when another piece hit the side of her head, quickly losing consciousness soon after.
Coughing, Bishamon couldn't stop after she eventually awakened, finding herself underneath a pile of rotting debris. There were splitters everywhere, some bigger than others digging further into her battered body as she tried to move. Moaning in utter agony, Bishamon tried to roll over finally noticing the large piece of wood resting on her chest, the heavyweight nearly crushing her. She immediately began to panic, trying to pry the massive object off of her by lifting it upwards. The branch cracked from the frantic movements, little bits of slabs falling on to her face blinding her as she pushed. Suddenly the wood broke in two, one of the pieces slid aside, fluttering on the ground while the other slammed down directly on Bishamon's chest.
The taste of iron quickly shot up in her mouth, hot blood trickling down in the back of her throat. Desperately wheezing for the little air was entering through her now crushed lungs the goddess flipped over, screaming when the sliver of wood pierced through her back. Digging her nails into the ground, she finally managed to slip from the self-made grave, collapsing a few feet away on the cold wet grass.
Night had already fallen, the cold crisp air of the twilight wind, whipping at her skin as it whirled around where she laid. She was exhausted, fighting off the strong urges of sleep every time her eyes compelled to close from the terrible pain. Maybe it was the frightful thought of dying or the raging guilt she still felt after treating Yato in such a manner in her home, but the goddess found herself painfully getting up. She slowly hobbled towards the glowing lights of her manor, her right foot sending jolts of pain each time it touched the ground. However, despite the incredible pain, she trudged on occasionally keeling over from the blood loss. Eventually, the goddess stumbled inside of the manor, surprisingly managing to avoid the regalia that was still wandering through the dimly lit halls. Bishamon immediately went to her bathroom, ripping off the bloody-stain clothing before she crawled into the shower. The deity laid on the floor, withering in agony as she glanced at the unrecognizable reflection of herself in the mirror.
There was so much bruising some mostly covering the area of her chest where the branch had fallen on her. Blood oozed from her open dirty wounds, swirling with water and bits of flesh as the drain sucked it down. Hissing in pain when her joints quivered, the goddess limped out of the shower wrapping a thick towel over herself to avoid blood dripping onto the floor. At first, her initial thought was to go to the healer, but as the area in front of her began to spin she shuffled towards her room.
"I'm sorry how Lady Bishamon has been treating you, she still has some bitterness towards you from the incident with the Ma clan." Kazuma apologized glancing at the Yatogami, who was staring at the little children playing below. The god had a faint trouble expression, his eyes constantly darting in the direction at the slightest sound in the large corridor. After a while, he relaxed finally straightened up his back, and took a deep breath.
"It's alright besides I'm used to your master screaming at me." "You sure because you keep looking behind your shoulder like someone's out to get you." Kazama bit his tongue the moment the words left his lips, feeling like a total idiot when the deity blue's eyes latched onto him.
"Wouldn't you be uncomfortable in a place that you're not welcome in?"
"Yeah, I would..." Fighting down the shame of causing a century-long grudge, the regalia turned away nervously playing with his jacket's cuff to ward off the submerging feeling. He winced when a fist smacked him on his head, holding the injured spot while looking up at Yato in disbelief.
"Stop it, you're only doing to end up hurting Bishamon if you keep blaming yourself for the past." He nodded, stepping back to fix his glasses that had slipped down from the movement.
"So where is the crazy chick, I was expecting for her to come at me already." The regalia opened his mouth to reply only to close in back in a deep uneasy swallow, startled by his inadequate to answer such a simple question. He hadn't seen his master since he told her off and had completely forgotten to check up on her after she failed to show up in her office.
"I...dont know"
"You don't know, that's a first for you Mr overprotective." Kazuma ignored the immediate irritation towards the deity and headed towards Bishamon's living space. It was strangely quiet when he stepped in the private sitting room, everything alarmingly still despite there was a goddess occupying the next room. Her breakfast was still sitting on the table by her door, waiting with other necessaries which were always delivered by a regalia before the goddess would awaken. However, the items were untouched, not one fingerprint was found on them despite it being almost noon. Frowning as he picked up the perfectly polished utensils, Kazuma jumped when a shadow came over him followed by Yato's obnoxious voice.
"Bishamon uses strawberry lipgloss, I always thought she would prefer cherry?"
"Yato what are you doing here, this is Veena's private quarters. She'll kill you and then murder me for allowing you to step foot in here." The god rolled his eyes and leaned back against the wall with a slight grin.
"Well I'm not supposed to be in her home anyway, so I'm going to die by her hand regardless." Kazuma blinked in response and placed his hand on the doorknob, concluding that he would lose regardless of what he said to the deity. Flashing Yato a warning look, the regalia opened the door and pecked his head inside the dim room. Just like before nothing was out of place, everything was in their rightful position except for the large form curled up underneath the blankets.
"Veena are you alright, you didn't come to your office, as usual, are you feeling sick?" Kazuma gently said as he opened the door wider. The metallic smell of fresh blood immediately hit his nose when he stepped into the room, instantly sending him to panic. Running up to the bed, the regalia carefully peeled the covers back, grimacing at the sight in the front of him. There was blood everywhere, soiling the white sheet and the large towel that was still wrapped around the goddess.
"Hey wake up, what happened to you!" The regalia shouted, violently shaking the goddess as a way to try and revive her. He soon was pulled away, Yato blocking the unconscious goddess while the regalia yelled at him to move.
"You're only making her injuries worse by moving her like that, calm down, and think clearly." Kazuma's eyes twitched in annoyance, anger boiling up inside of him as he thought of ways to harm the annoying opuscule. Suddenly, a loud hacking sound echoed through the air grabbing the attention of the two males who watched in horror as Bishamon struggled to breathe. She wrapped her arms around her chest, the towel slipping and exposing the large purple bruises covering it. Kazuma immediately went by her side, helpless watching her eyes roll back as she desperately called out to them for a final time.
"Please...help...me..."