I have no idea why I came up with this but I wanted to write something... anything, really to get me out of my slump and came up with this...
Could be a one shot, but might get more chapters. It really depends on whether I have anymore ridiculous dreams about it, really!
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.:*Random Goddesses and Inappropriate Underwear*:.
It had been a incredibly long day but, Hiyori supposed, she hadn't lost her body accidentally so she was doing rather well.
The half phantom knew the way to a certain pink haired goddess of poverty's house so well by now that she could probably find it blindfolded. It helped that Yato practically lived there and his scent was so easy to follow.
Lately there had been something else drawing her to Yato, though. It was confusing her but she supposed that it had something to do with Kofuku's tying of her string to the aspiring god of fortune.
Why didn't I stop her? she wondered of herself. Did I subconsciously want to be tied to him? How will that ever work?
She finally made it to the gates and let herself in. Walking up to the landing, she finally noticed the raucous noise coming from inside the house.
Kofuku has guests over? I probably shouldn't interrupt... But she did invite me... the half phantom hardened her resolve and slid the shoji open quietly so she could peer in.
Hiyori's eyes widened as she took in the chaos. A busty blonde girl sat next to the pink haired goddess of poverty laughing as the severe looking flame haired woman punched a pink haired man in the face whilst shouting something about 'proper conduct' and not fighting in their hosts' house.
Who are these people?
"Oh! Hiyori, you're here!" Kofuku squealed, finally noticing the blushing half phantom standing just outside on the landing leading into the crowded sitting room. She leapt up and launched herself at Hiyori, tackling her to the ground. "I've missed you!"
"I was only here three days ago," the schoolgirl giggled until the pinkette tightened her grip and squeezed the breath out of her with child-like exuberance. "Can't... Breathe..."
They've been drinking! That explains it… Kofuku smelled strongly of sake, and a tell-tale blush decorated her cheeks as she turned her face upwards to smile broadly at her friend.
"Kofuku… Who are all these people?" Hiyori questioned when the goddess had finally released her grip enough for the half phantom to breathe again.
"They're my friends from Takama-ga-hara!," the small goddess dragged the school girl inside after her. She pointed to the blonde. "That's Lucy. She's one of the three goddesses of purity."
Purity?! The concept shocked Hiyori. The goddess in question wore a busty white corset that she was very nearly falling out of and sat cross legged, apparently ignorant of the fact her miniscule skirt gave a very clear view of her barely there panties, and she was a goddess of purity!? How is that even possible?!
Yato apparently shared her bewilderment as he slurred, "Since when do goddesses of purity wear black lacy thongs?"
"Pervert!" the girl screeched.
"I'm the pervert?!" he drunkenly demanded, swaying to his feet and pointing at her. "You're the one displaying your goods for all to see!"
"You baka!" the blonde also stood, only to kick the former god of calamity square in the chest before throwing herself back down onto the tatami and grabbing a cushion to protect what was left of her modesty. She had struck Yato hard enough to launch him out of Kofuku's house.
That particular manoeuvre had exhibited the piece of clothing Yato had pointed out to everyone still seated at the table.
Poor Yukine turned a rapid tomato red as blood dribbled from his nose. He was quick to excuse himself and escape upstairs, where it was no doubt safer for his innocence.
Meanwhile Daikoku, having been previously exposed to his Lady's accomplices, had had no doubt of the former god of calamity's observation and managed to retain his completely bored façade whilst pouring a tea for the newest arrival who'd sat beside him.
The pink haired man (who'd miraculously regained consciousness after the brutal meeting between his face and a fist) and red haired woman – Hiyori assumed they were Lucy's shinki – just watched on with mild amusement at their goddess' reaction.
Hiyori found herself wondering just what regalia they became when they were summoned. She hoped that it was armour that covered a little more skin than what appeared to be her regular clothing did. The definitely-inappropriate-for-wearing-under-a-skirt panties were smaller than any that the young phantom had seen in the hosiery shops she'd visited.
At almost eighteen, she did own several lacy pairs of panties that paired with almost risqué matching bras that she hoped her mother didn't know about. They were pushed right to the back of her drawer just in case she ever needed them.
Yato finally managed to stumble back in and collapsed beside the half phantom, leaning heavily onto her shoulder. His hair was surprisingly soft as it tickled her cheek.
Hiyori felt a blush creeping up her cheeks at the contact (and the residual thoughts of her forbidden lingerie), which was not lost on Kofuku or Lucy.
"You like Yati!" the pink goddess of poverty teased.
"No, no, no!" the half phantom countered, her traitorous blush darkening. "It's nothing like that!"
He does always smell so good, though. Dammit, Hiyori! Stop thinking like that!
She was brought from her inner conflict by arms being wrapped around her middle.
"Yato! What are you doing?" she demanded of the dark haired god.
He gazed up at her with watery eyes. "I thought you loved me, Hiyori…"
The half phantom was nearly certain she stopped breathing. I never said that. Or did I? Dammit! I must have been sleep talking again!
"I… Uh… Oh, look at the time!" she deflected as she all but shoved the god away from her and rose to her feet. "It was nice to meet you, Lucy, and… ummm… others."
"I am Erza," the red head stated and indicated to the pinkette male beside her. "This is Natsu. It is a pleasure to meet you, little phantom. I look forward to getting to know you better when you reside in Takama-ga-hara with Yaboku."
"Don't call me that!" Yato interjected, suddenly apparently sober and at Hiyori's side again.
She flinched at the sudden proximity, still acutely conscious of the scrutiny of Kofuku and Daikoku's knowing gazes and smug grins. And his scent. Always his scent.
"I am sorry. You may strike me for my insolence," the woman murmured, bowing her head.
The phantom's eyes widened as she turned slightly to whisper to Yato, "She can't be serious?"
"Ah... Yeah, no," the former god of calamity rubbed the back of his head and laughed uncomfortably. He seemed desperate to get away from the blonde and pinkette troublemaking goddesses. "Let's go. I'll walk you home, Hiyori."
He grabbed the school girl's arm and she felt the blush return to her cheeks with a vengeance.
Gah! Get a hold of yourself! It's just Yato! Just loyal, weirdly sweet Yato who has the most spectacular eyes... Dammit!
"Hiyori," Lucy interrupted. She met the phantom's curious gaze and held it before continuing with a knowing smile, "My regalia is correct, you know. I believe we will be seeing more of you."