I'm sorry it's so late and short. This is about a fluffy as my writing will ever get. I own nothing.

Part 2

Tearing flesh. Anger. Sadness. Depression.

With a wild inhale, Yato sat up. His sudden movements startled the girl at his side. With a groan, she rolled onto her side and away from him. A wave of irritation was added to the smells assaulting his nose. His jaw clenched as he gazed down at the slim girl. The smell of blood was stronger this morning than last night. Pulling back the covers, he expected to see blood like in her bed, but this time, the sheets were only rumpled from their bodies.

Hiyori groaned again and rolled back towards him. In the bright light that filtered in through the windows, he could see the paleness of her skin and dried tears marking her eyes. Cupping her cheek, he used his thumb to brush away the dried salt from her smooth skin. His movements must have finally awoken her. After the fourth pass of his thumb, magenta eyes peered up at him. They stood out brighter than usual against her pale skin.

His hand stilled on her face as he froze. As he had learned during his fight with Rabo, Hiyori's attitudes could change rapidly. She had been affectionate last night, but now he would not be surprised if she screamed and kicked him out of her bed.

"'T's cold…" she mumbled up at him before pulling the blanket tighter around herself. She sounded groggy.

Yato settled back beside her. He wanted…needed to ask her about last night. About the blood and its scent that hung thickly in the air. About the medications. There was just so much. So much trouble he had caused her by refusing to cut their ties and by allowing her pleas to stop him from acting against his better judgment.

She snuggled up against him and muttered, "I love your smell…" Blood rushed to his face. She yawned softly. "It doesn't hurt so much anymore…"

"Hiyori, why are-"

Sleepily, she looked up at him. "It's a girl thing, Yato. Let's not talk about it, okay?"

Okay. What did that mean? What girl thing could-

Oh. Oh.

Shit.

Why had he never thought about Hiyori's female issues before? Did she ever mention it? Now that he thought about it, this was the first time she had ever been this way. He suddenly felt very insecure. He could do a wide variety of jobs but this…taking Hiyori's pain away…making her happy…he could literally do nothing to make her feel better.

"Hiyori, I-"

"Shut up." She growled, hugging him tightly to herself, his hand dropping to rest on her shoulder during her sudden movement. "Just shut up."

He could grant that wish…

Especially if it meant he could sleep with Hiyori a few more hours. His precious human girl.