A/N: I should explain a little bit about Yukine and Yato's last names; Yukine's surname, "Sagami" or "任神" in Japanese, literally means "god's appointee/trustee/entrustment." Yato's last name, "Kogami" or "小神" means "little god."
Also, small thing: Yukine is 14. Yato just calls him a "12-year old" as an exaggeration. (Even I have a habit of calling middle schoolers 12.) I'll probably go back and edit that eventually so it flows in the story.
Also, again, thank you so much for the nice reviews ^^ I really need to stop reading them during class, since I couldn't stop smiling while I read them, and some people gave me strange looks. I seriously appreciated the response that you guys gave me for some suggestions that I requested last chapter. Really, guys, you're all awesome, I appreciate it so much! 3
TW: smoking, child abuse mentions.
Disclaimer: I do not own Noragami, or its characters! D:
Chapter 3- New Meetings, Old Greetings
The next morning, Yama and Ami met in the foyer of their apartment, earlier than they had specified to Hiyori. They sat on a wooden bench next to the receptionist's counter. The morning was oddly quiet, with few people leaving their apartments at such an early hour. The ticking of a clock could be heard, breaking apart the silence into mechanical fragments- though the sound never registered in the minds of the two girls, who were far too deep in thought.
Ami shuffled, shifting her seating position so she hugged her knees. "Yama, you still have to tell me why," Ami spoke, breaking the still air. "About Kogami, and Hiyori."
Yama's legs swung back and forth underneath the bench. She turned her gaze to Ami, who avoided her eyes. Yama sighed. "I know," she answered. She rolled her shoulders back, releasing the tension in her cramped muscles. "It's just that- I owe him, after the incident, y'know? And, it won't be that bad for Hiyori, either. He's not an ass."
Ami blinked, ignoring her friend's crude language. "I know that, but I don't think that it's fair not to tell her." She brushed her hair behind her ear. "She might lose her trust in us, if she finds out that we didn't tell her about his back story."
"Well," Yama responded. "If she knows everything, she might not want to do it at all."
Ami frowned, but remained silent. Her friend was right.
"Ugh, this is all so much work," Yama groaned. "Anyways, let's just see what she says if we let her in on it a bit," she suggested, raising her hand and gesturing to demonstrate the small sum of information that she was referring to.
"Fine," Ami mumbled, crossing her arms. "Just the thing about his dad, and his grades?"
"That's right," Yama nodded. She offered a high-five and a wide grin to her friend, who muttered under her breath and begrudgingly slapped her friend's hand.
Ami then looked up at the hallway beside them, and noticed Hiyori walking towards them. Ami signaled Yama with a motion of her chin. "Yama, it's Hiyori."
Yama's eyes widened in the mentioned direction, and she hopped off the bench. "Hey, Hiyori! Good morning!" she exclaimed, waving Hiyori over with a wide grin.
"Hey, guys!" Hiyori smiled, waving back. "Good morning!"
Yama studied her countenance, then noticed the small, purple bags under Hiyori's eyes. She narrowed her eyes at her friend. "You alright?" Yama asked.
"Oh, I'm fine!" Hiyori responded, brushing off Yama's suspicious gaze. "My brother got home late last night, and he kept waking me up- he was in a really bad mood, and I couldn't sleep that much." Hiyori glanced at Ami, who had been giving Yama an odd look ever since she'd started talking to Yama. "Are you okay, Ami-chan?"
"Huh?" Ami shook her head, broken from her state of reverie. "Yeah, I'm fine. I was just spacing out."
Yama met her friend's eyes for a brief second, and a secret exchange passed between them. Yama cleared her throat, then grinned at Hiyori, grabbing her sleeve. "Well, let's go! Come on, Ami!"
Heaving a groan, Ami rose to follow them. She narrowed her eyes at Yama's giggling, chattering form. It's amazing, she mused, how well Yama can hide anything.
"So, Hiyori," Yama sang, skipping ahead of her two friends down the crowded streets of Tokyo. "How- oof!" she cried, crashing into a stranger. "Sorry!" she called.
"How- what?" Hiyori repeated, trying to keep up with Yama, who kept running ahead of her. She stumbled on the heel of someone's foot as she craned her neck in search of her hyperactive friend. Once she spotted the chestnut bob of Yama's hair, Hiyori hurried to catch up with her.
"How about dating? How's it going with that part of your life?" Yama smirked, elbowing Hiyori in the side, who made a noise in surprise.
"Ouch, Yama!" Hiyori yelped, crossing her arms. "And, I don't have one!" To her friend's disapproving gaze, she raised her voice in protest. "I don't really need one, either! I'm busy. Wait- let's wait for Ami- she's all the way behind us."
Ami walked several feet behind the pair, and rolled her eyes, watching her friends conversing ahead of her. It came as no surprise to her that Yama purposely tried to exclude her from her conversation with Hiyori, but she didn't care enough to put a stop to her friend's behavior.
"Ami's fine- she's just grumpy in the mornings," Yama excused, brushing off her friend. "But Hiyori, seriously," Yama insisted, placing a hand on her hip. "Boys? Dating? How about it?"
"Huh? Why are you talking about this now?" Hiyori asked.
"Want me to set you up? I was thinking, maybe we could do a double date, or a triple- but Ami hates those kinds of things, so I thought you could do it with me," Yama rambled. "Like, be my partner in crime." Her eyes sparkled as she thought of the possibility.
Hiyori frowned. "I'm not sure if I really like anonymous dating," she answered. "Or, dating at all-"
Yama let out a shrill scream, clasping her hands together. Hiyori's eyes widened, immediately hushing her friend and apologizing to the irritated onlookers. "Hiyori!" she cried. "I have an amazing idea! Speaking of boys you know: Kogami!"
Hiyori's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why him?"
"He's, like, the only guy you've talked to, right?" Yama insisted, shoving a finger into Hiyori's chest. "I could totally make it work."
"W-what? Why?" Hiyori stammered. "I don't even understand-"
"Love isn't meant to be understood, Hiyori!" Yama countered, raising a pointing finger in a scolding manner. "Trust me, he isn't a terrible guy, and plus-"
"Wait, wait," Hiyori said, grasping Yama's wrist. "Ami's been calling our names."
"Huh? Really?" Yama asked, turning around to find Ami waving her arms in the air far behind them. "Oh!"
Hiyori observed her surroundings, gasping in surprise at the sight of the familiar brick wall. "Oh, we're at school already!"
"Wow, I didn't even notice!" Yama laughed, slapping Hiyori on the back. "Let's go over to where Ami is."
Ami raised her eyebrow with impatience as her friends strolled over to her. She crossed her arms, entering the front gates of the school before the two had enough time to catch up.
Hiyori watched her friend with concern. "Are you okay, Ami?" she called.
Ami merely nodded, walking ahead of them and increasing her pace along the paved path to the entrance of the school. The shadows of the sunlight, cast by the tree branches and leaves above her, danced on the back of her sable hair.
Yama narrowed her eyes at her friend. She paused, huffing out loud, but she decided to ignore Ami's behavior. "Anyways, Hiyori- dating. Kogami. How about it?"
"Look, who said I ever wanted to date anyone?" Hiyori responded, fussing with her hair.
"Me," Yama retorted. "'Cause, you said that you haven't had your first kiss yet, so I thought that it was only appropriate-"
"Just because I haven't kissed someone yet, doesn't mean I just want to go around kissing anyone," Hiyori countered, placing an arm on her hip. She hurried ahead to climb the steps to the entrance of the school.
"Aw, come on Hiyori, please?" Yama begged, clasping her hands together. She almost tripped on the stairs as she walked without looking forwards, and she leaned on Hiyori for balance, chuckling.
"Nope."
"Please-"
"No," Hiyori ordered, glaring at Yama, who was trying to exploit her with puppy-eyes. Hiyori entered the doors of the school behind Ami, letting her eyes adjust to the temporary darkness. Yama quickly followed behind. "I've already heard weird things about him, so I-"
Yama grabbed Hiyori's shoulder, her carefree expression replaced by one of worry. "Wait! What weird things?" Yama questioned.
Hiyori turned around, tilting her head at Yama's strange turnaround in behavior. "Um, from Mr. Tenjin? It's not that important, though. Let's hurry to-"
"No, it is," Yama insisted, earning a more suspicious look from Hiyori. "Just kidding, not really. But it kinda is, too."
Hiyori narrowed her eyes at her friend. "If you want me to tell you what happened, all you have to do is ask."
"Okay," Yama responded. "What happened?"
Hiyori rolled her eyes. "Wait, let me put my bags down in my classroom."
Yama followed Hiyori and Ami down the empty hallway, sighing in frustration. It sure is hard to convince Hiyori, she pondered.
After minutes of walking down corridors and climbing several flights of stairs, as well as waiting for Hiyori outside of her classroom, Yama was exhausted. Students were beginning to file into the school, and the hallway began to fill with the sounds of stomping footsteps and murmurs of laughter.
The door of Hiyori's classroom opened, and Hiyori walked out. Ami and Yama both stood outside, waiting for her.
"Sorry I was a bit slow," Hiyori said, walking over. "I just had to take out some books for first period."
"Okay. Alright, Hiyori." Yama put a hand on her hip. "Spill the beans."
"Well, it's just," Hiyori began. "When Mr. Tenjin told him to give me a tour of the school, he just- warned me to be careful."
Yama's brows furrowed. "Mr. Tenjin warned you? About what?"
"I don't know," Hiyori admitted. "He just told me to watch out- and when I asked Kogami-san about it, he said he didn't know."
Yama shared a glance with Ami. "Was there anything else?" Yama asked.
"No- not really," Hiyori said, tapping her chin as she tried to remember. "I mean, Kogami-san told me to stay away from him, which was really strange..."
Yama's eyes widened. "Oh, that's-" she mumbled. "Well, was that all he said?"
Hiyori nodded. Yama sighed, ruffling her hair.
"Look, Hiyori," Yama started. "It's probably 'cause- he's had a bad reputation around the school, with his grades and everything."
"What do you mean?" Hiyori asked.
"His dad is really rich," Ami finally spoke, her glasses flashing with the sunlight from the windows. "And he's donated lots of money to the school, but his son isn't exactly the smartest kid in the school, and neither does he try, really- so that's why teachers tend to look down on him."
Hiyori's mouth parted in surprise. "But that's not fair!" she said, earning surprised glances from her friends. "That teachers don't like him just because of how they expect him to work, based on his dad's job!"
"Well, nothing's fair in this world, after all," Ami said. "And plus, he just- never really fit in. And now, he pretty much has no friends. Anyone can tell that he's lonely, but still, no one talks to him."
Hiyori frowned, but faltered, remembering the boy from the middle school who seemed to be Yato's friend. "Wait, but yesterday, I met Kogami-san's friend, from the middle school," she protested. "And I promised to tutor him for this weekend, too."
Ami took a sharp intake of breath. "Sagami Yukine."
"Oh, you know him?" Hiyori questioned. Yama looked equally confused.
Ami's face contorted into a scowl. "That little devil- I hate him."
Yama's blank expression crumbled. "Oh! Him!" She burst out laughing, slapping the wall. "What a turn of events!"
"What are you guys talking about?" Hiyori asked, eyebrows knit with worry. "Did he do something bad?"
"No-"
"Yes," Ami interjected into Yama's guffawing.
"Ami's upset because, once," Yama snickered. "Well, last year, he lifted up her skirt, and it so happened to be in front of her crush-"
"That's enough," Ami insisted, glaring daggers at Yama. "That's something I never want to remember, ever again."
"What? Why did he do that?" Hiyori asked, frowning at Ami's glower.
"Actually, I'm not sure," Yama said. Ami huffed, crossing her arms. Yama's face scrunched together as she thought, before her eyes lit up. "Oh! I'm pretty sure someone dared him to do it."
Hiyori's brows furrowed. "What? Why would he-"
Ding! Ding!
The bells cut off Hiyori's question, jolting the three girls. A rush of students complaining about going to class flocked to their own rooms. The hallway quickly transformed into a flurry of confusion and disorder.
"Well, looks like we'll save that talk for another time," Ami noted, waving at Hiyori. "See you later."
"See you later, Hiyori! Let's talk more, afterwards!" Yama yelled, winking back at Hiyori. She turned around, putting an arm around Ami's shoulders, who shook off the oncoming arm.
Hiyori felt a light tap on her shoulder. "Yes?" she said, turning around- to find Kogami Yato around the corner of the hallway that she had been leaning against.
She felt her heart stop.
Her breath caught in her throat, eyes widening in surprise. "K-koga-"
"I heard that," he said, taking a step towards her. His voice was frigid, threatening. "All of it. You were talking about me and Yukine." She couldn't look away from his eyes; his ice cold eyes, marred with the minute, black dots of his pupils. Hiyori stepped backwards, and he grabbed her wrist. "I thought I told you not to. Why don't you listen to me?"
"I-I was just curious," Hiyori stuttered, hands trembling in his grasp.
Yato's eyes narrowed at her. "Curiosity kills people." He loosened his grip on her wrist, slowly pulling away.
Hiyori felt a chill run down her spine, unable to tear her gaze from his fierce eyes, before she remembered Ami's words-
He's lonely.
"B-but," Hiyori stammered, fists clenching. "You always seem so lonely, so I thought- w-we could get to know each other better?"
Yato's eyes widened, surprised at her keen eye for his behavior. He took a step away from her, forcing himself to lower his voice in an effort to hide the odd sense of panic that he felt. "The tutoring is it. After that, don't ever talk to me again. I-I'm serious."
Hiyori opened her mouth to protest, but hesitated. She stared after his forlorn form as he gave her one last glance, and retreated into the classroom. She took a few breaths to calm down the sense of alarm she'd felt when he had grabbed her so suddenly. She tried, in vain, to release the tension that was trapped in her shoulders with a deep sigh. A seed of worry had begun to sprout in her mind; one that she could not let go of, no matter how hard she tried.
Why was he so afraid of physical touch before, when I only touched him lightly, while it seemed so natural for him to use physical force against me just now?
Hiyori left the classroom of her last period after the bell rang, reminiscing over the events that had just occurred a few hours ago; curious of Yato's odd malevolence towards her, as well as her friends' slightly suspicious tactics to try and get her to "date" Kogami Yato.
She checked her phone, and realized that she had received a text from Yama. She opened it and read its contents.
Hey Hiyori! I have track tryouts after school, and Ami left early for her tutoring. Sorry I couldn't tell you sooner. See you tomorrow! :DD
She smiled at the kind message, and typed a short message of acknowledgement back. A thought also struck her- she should call her mother to see how she was doing. She clicked on the application for phone calls, selected her mother's name, and waited as it began to ring.
And waited.
The phone continued to ring against Hiyori's ear, but there was no answer.
Her chest began to fill with unease; her mother never missed a call, even while she was at work. After several more rings, Hiyori heard the message of her mother's voice mail begin to play; though hearing her mother's voice did little to soothe the storm of anxiety that stirred in her chest.
She had to send her mother a message to see how she was doing. Forcing a sad smile, Hiyori paused in the middle of the hallway to focus on her text.
Hi, Mom! I hope you're doing well with work. School is going well! I hope I that you can get back soon. xoxo, Hiyori.
She pressed the send button with trembling fingers, and she slipped her phone into her back pocket. She returned her focus to her surroundings, glancing at the posters on the bulletin boards that advertised clubs and important news as she walked down the hallway, thought her attention was far elsewhere. Her footsteps echoed throughout the hollow corridor until she arrived at the shoe locker area, taking her time to exchange her shoes. She then exited the front entrance of the school, taking care to observe her surroundings.
That was when she saw a figure in the distance, at the gates of the school. Out of curiosity, she hurried her pace towards the gates, following the stone pathway, until she recognized the form. Her eyes widened- it was Kogami Yato. He seemed to be waiting for someone; he looked to his left and right, tapping his foot on the ground. After just a few seconds, a black sedan arrived at the road, parking in front of him. He approached it and entered without a glance back. Hiyori stared off into the distance as the car drove off.
"Hey, Hiyori!" a voice called, making her jump. To her surprise, she recognized a boy in middle school uniform- Sagami Yukine- running towards her. "Hey!"
Her eyes widened in recollection- of his prank against Ami- but seen his grinning, cheerful expression, she couldn't help but smile back. She waved to him. "Hi, Yukine-kun!" Hiyori walked towards him as he approached her. "How are you?"
He bent over, panting for a moment before he recovered. "Hey, I was actually just looking for Yato," he admitted. "Was he in class today?"
Hiyori's brows furrowed. "What? I just- I just saw him," she said, pointing off to the road. "He left in a car."
Yukine's eyes widened as he followed her line of vision. "Are you kidding?" Despite his clear irritation, his frown seemed to change to worry as he gazed off. "It must've been..."
Hiyori tilted her head to the side out of curiosity, gazing at Yukine.
"His brot-" Yukine muttered, before he stopped himself. He gazed up at Hiyori, chuckling. He took a step away from her. "Ah- nothing!"
Hiyori narrowed her eyes out of skepticism. "Are you sure?"
"Yup!" He nodded, grinning, muting some of Hiyori's suspicions. They stared at each other for a couple of seconds, and Hiyori smiled back at him. His eyes widened, and he averted his eyes from her, gulping.
Fuck, he thought, fingers fidgeting. She's cute. "I should-"
"Do you want to- oh," Hiyori paused, having intervened into his words. "Sorry, you can continue."
"N-no, it's fine," he stammered. "Go on."
"Well, I was just going to suggest that we go get a snack together," she offered. "Somewhere in Roppongi?"
His mouth fell open at her proposal, and he felt his cheeks flush. "H-huh?"
"So we can get to know each other, before I tutor you!" Hiyori smiled, raising her satchel to peer into her side pocket, where her wallet rested. "Don't worry, I have some money. Would that be fine?"
"A-um," Yukine stuttered, gaining the courage to meet her eyes at last- though he regretted it as soon as he felt the heat rush to his cheeks. "I-I think so."
"Great!" Hiyori exclaimed, offering her hand to him. "Let's go!"
He stared at her hand for a second, before blushing madly. "I-I'm 14, you know? So..."
Hiyori's brows knit in confusion, before she dropped her hand with a gasp, the color in her face beginning to mirror his. "Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to make fun of your age!"
"N-no, it's fine. Let's go," Yukine mumbled, walking ahead, trying in vain to erase the blush from his face.
Yato sighed, slumping into the leather seat of the car, staring at the gray buildings that passed by outside the black-tinted window. Memories of the past few days replayed throughout his mind; the strange girl's insistence to help him, the way she could almost read through him-
"So, how was school?" the driver asked with a grin, cutting off Yato from his peaceful thoughts. The teenager slowly breathed out a stream of smoke. "Fun? Exciting? Any new friends?" He chuckled to himself as he watched Yato's expression contort into a frown.
"Shut the hell up, Kouto," Yato muttered.
"Ah, remember, you brought this upon yourself," Fujisaki commented, his eyes narrowing. His voice became sharper, icier. "You know, when you were born."
Yato's fist clenched, and he glared at his brother through the rearview mirror. He forced himself to remain silent.
"What? No comeback today?" Fujisaki grinned, bringing a cigarette up to his lips to inhale, then exhale once more. "As usual, I guess." As he came to a stop at a busy intersection, he took a glance at his brother. "Anyways, Dad's gonna give you the forms you need for this weekend."
Give me the forms for this weekend, Yato mused. What a nice way to say, 'beat the shit out of me.'
Fujisaki smiled at Yato's grimace. He took his time to pilot the car down the busy city intersections, before he spoke again. "This one's gonna be easier. I'm pretty sure Dad decided to go easy on you, since you've been pretty obedient recently. Oh, and because you haven't cut any classes so far." He raised an eyebrow, sarcasm coating his voice. "Good job!"
Yato didn't reply, though it felt as though his insides were burning- with rage, and hatred, towards this absolute scumbag of a brother.
"Quiet today, aren't you?" Fujisaki remarked, scuffing his hair with his hand. Another drag, and another exhale. "Not like you aren't always quiet about everything."
Fujisaki steered his car to the quieter neighborhoods of Tokyo, driving down suburban roads with their abundant greenery- a change of scenery from the dull hues of the city. The skyscrapers of Tokyo towered against the sky, reflecting the rays of the afternoon sun, making Fujisaki narrow his eyes in the glint. After several minutes of silence, he neared the mansion that was also his home. He entered the passcode into the stand next to the front gates, and with a loud beep, the intricate black gates slid open. Parking his car in the middle of the driveway, Fujisaki turned back to look at Yato, who was still avoiding his eyes.
"Hey, Yato," Fujisaki said. This stupid bastard, he thought, patience waning. He grabbed Yato's satchel, yanking it towards him. Yato finally offered his brother a glance. "Pay some fucking attention."
Yato's eyes narrowed at him. "I am," he seethed, snatching his bag back.
"Then make it look like you are," Fujisaki countered, his fists clenching against the seat. He held his brother's glare, until Yato averted his eyes. "Don't you dare make me look bad in front of Dad. You better-"
"I get it." Yato rolled his eyes, sighing. "Let's just get his bureaucratic bullshit over with."
Fujisaki grinned. "Finally, something we can agree on," he sneered, exiting the car and tossing his cigarette on the ground, grinding it into the stones with the heel of his shoe.
By the time Yato exited the car to follow his brother, the crimson embers of the cigarette had died, letting the white stick blend into the rest of the driveway of white pebbles.
"So, what kind of foods do you like?" Hiyori asked, wistfully staring at the store windows that displayed unique fashion accessories and high quality clothing. Yukine trailed behind her, gazing absentmindedly at the items on display.
"Um," Yukine responded. "I like- um, Takoyaki, and uh- Taiyaki."
"Oh, I'm sure they have those in the food court area," Hiyori acknowledged. "I just went there yesterday, and I think I remember seeing a fried food stand that had both of those!" She smiled.
Yukine glanced at her innocent, unsuspecting face, almost jealous of her apparent naiveté. His placid expression did little to reveal the turmoil of confused, nameless emotions that ran through him, however.
Hiyori cleared her throat in front of him. "Yukine-kun, I have a question," she began, walking ahead.
He increased his pace to catch up with her. "Yeah?"
"About Kogami-kun," she continued, looking off into distance as she thought. "Why is he- like that?"
Yukine's brows furrowed in confusion. "Like what?"
"So… conflicting," she said. "He always looks lonely, but he tells people to stay away from him. Why is that?"
Yukine narrowed his eyes at the floor. "I don't really know, either," he agreed, following her footsteps through the crowded city mall. "I think he's shy."
"Shy?" Hiyori inquired. "I don't think he's just shy. At least, that wasn't what I felt from him."
Yukine's eyes widened at her back. Even though she seemed slow before, he mused, I guess she's not a complete idiot.
"I wish I could know more, so I could help him. Here, be careful," she added, stepping onto the rising escalator.
Yukine watched as the stores and figures of the people below grew smaller and smaller as the moving stairs brought him closer to the food court. The aroma of fried, delicious food wafted through the air, making his stomach grumble. Hiyori giggled, and he looked away, blushing.
"So, do you want a Takoyaki set or Taiyaki?" Hiyori asked, guiding him to a fried food stand in the center of the court.
"Um," Yukine stammered. "Taiyaki."
Hiyori walked up to the stand to order the food, taking out her bag to retrieve her wallet. Yukine gazed off into the distance beside her, not paying attention to the girl next to him as he lost himself in his thoughts.
"Here you go, sweetie," the old owner of the stand said with a smile, handing a Taiyaki wrapped in white napkins to her.
"Thank you!" Hiyori beamed, retrieving the package. "Here you go, Yukine-kun!"
Yukine turned to the sound of his name being called, when a massive wave of pressure gripped his skull. He cried out in agony as the force tightened, wracking his brain.
Hiyori's eyes widened. "Y-Yukine? Yukine-kun!?"
His entire head throbbed, and his vision blurred, seeming to flash and flit odd colors. Sounds began to mix and fade together.
"Yukine-kun?!"
His head pounded, over and over, as though a savage, ferocious fiend were trying to escape from an iron cage.
And with one last throb, the pain disappeared from around his skull.
"Are you alright?" a voice pleaded, its owners' eyes wide and reflecting her surprise and concern.
He met her eyes-
and he didn't recognize her.
"W-who are you?" he asked, glancing at the Taiyaki in her hands, as well as the terror in her glassy eyes.
Hiyori felt herself stop breathing. "Y-Yukine-kun...?"
"I said, who are you?" he repeated, tone rising with agitation. "How do you know my name?"
"W-what?" Hiyori stammered. "I-I don't understand. What happened?"
"I don't know what you're talking about!" he shouted, backing away from her. "Who are you?"
Hiyori's eyes widened further- when she remembered Ami's words of his prank against her. She took a step towards him. "Y-Yukine-kun, please don't tell me this is just some prank-"
"A prank?" he cried, swiveling to take in his surroundings. "Why would I do something like that? Where even am I?"
"Yukine-"
"Stop!" he begged. With one last glance towards Hiyori, he took off running in the opposite direction, away from her and from the terror that threatened to immobilize him.
A/N: Yukine's in some trouble…
And oh, fuck. It's Fujisaki.
Yes, Yato's family situation is a bit complicated- it'll make sense eventually (hopefully.)
Also, small question: If I posted mini-spoilers/teasers for this story on tumblr, would you guys read/want them? I've been considering it, since as I get deeper into the story, I get more and more cliffhanger-ish, and I know (as a reader) that I would enjoy some teasers from the writer during a fanfiction.
Also, this coming week I have some huge term tests coming up (most for AP courses :PP) so I'm going to be hanging on for dear life/not be able to focus on this story at all- so the next update may be a little late- I'm thinking it'll be up by the end of January.
Adios, farewell, let me know what you thought-
~exie