Second last part (maybe) of this fic... Future hubby was away for a week so I dedicating that time to binge watching terrible TV shows (think Dollhouse and Black Lagoon) and writing. I also figured that, in light of finding out there is a Japanese God of Smallpox, that I would a godly position from another mythology for one of my other favourite females... Lemme know what you think!~

As usual, I claim zero ownership of Noragami or Fairy Tail!Wasn't able to load this when I originally wrote it (26/12) because of a glitch or something, so here it is now!

.:*Belief and Breasts*:.

She hadn't come back... And yet he was still here.

It was something that confounded Yato to no end. He'd believed Hiyori to be his tie to Earth - after all she had been the one true believer of his that cemented his existence, especially after all the nasty business with his father.

It had been two months since they'd stood in her bedroom and she'd kissed his cheek, and promised to see him later that evening.

But she'd never turned up at Kofuku's house. The dark haired deity had checked the Iki residence immediately, but it stood dark and empty.

Something wasn't right, he recalled. The world had felt too still, the ayakashi were too quiet and everything had felt uncomfortably wrong.

The young ex-god of calamity had been standing vigil ever since, never giving up on her return. The half phantom had promised, after all, and he had not lost his place at Takamagahara so she must be returning.

There was a twinge in his neck, courtesy of his regalia's emotions, and he turned to the smaller blonde boy who sat in the window seat of Hiyori's room.

"What is it, Yukine?"

"Why are you still waiting for her?" the blessed regalia asked, his amber eyes finally meeting Yato's dulled blue ones. "You saw as well as I did.."

"No!" Yato snapped. "She promised, Yukine. She never breaks her promises."

The blonde boy sighed and went back to staring out the window. "I miss her as much as you do, Yato, but what are we really doing here? You can't keep ignoring your duties and being half there when we do jobs."

The god didn't reply so Yukine pressed on. "I know you loved her, in your own demented way, but this is not what she would have wanted."

"I need her," Yato mumbled, ignoring the way Yukine's face whipped back to look at him curiously. "I need her to stay on this path that I'm on. I don't want to go back to being a God of Calamity, but I can feel its pull. It gets stronger every day that she's gone."

The pull was more of yank when it came to that overwhelming desire to block out everything - like he had for centuries - but he couldn't tell his Regalia that. Yukine was too pure for that type of existence, and the selfish part of Yato didn't want to lose his guide post as well as his anchor.

As a God of Calamity, he had been practically immune to emotions and feelings. He didn't feel when he killed, and didn't care about or seek the company of others. He'd had no allies - certainly none as reputable as Bishamon or the newly reincarnated Ebisu.

But killing is the only thing I'm really good at, he thought bitterly.

It wasn't until meeting the half-phantom school girl who'd tied to save his life that he realised he'd just been existing with Nora.

"She promised," Yato spoke with certainty, his blue eyes meeting Yukine's with an indefinite certainty in his gaze. "And I'm still here, so she must be coming back."

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It's going to be an exceptionally delightful day in Takamagahara today, the Goddess of Purity decided as she opened the doors to her rather impressive closet.

Lucy had awoken with a smile and a finite sense that today would be the day when all that was wrong with the wold would be resolved.

Discovering that Natsu had burnt some of her favourite lingerie (again) couldn't dampened her joy as she rifled through what remained of her underwear.

Her fiery subordinate had decided to wear the lacy hot pink panties as a helmet (he'd called it a 'token' to represent her) when he'd challenged the Goddess of Intoxication's regalia - a behemoth of a man called Laxus with similar abilities to that of Takemikazuchi's Kiun.

The pink haired man had made himself scarce since their fight. History had taught him that Lucy liked her revenge cold and well thought out.

The blonde woman was certain her brunette friend had a more than platonic relationship with the blonde man, but, although taboo, it wasn't against the law.

She hummed to herself as she dressed in a simple pale blue singlet dress and thigh high boots. I wonder where Erza has disappeared to... She mentioned something about wanting to spar with Kiun. Perhaps I'll visit Kofuku today. I wonder what ended up happening with Yato...

The goddess hadn't seen or heard from him since that somewhat grim prediction she'd given him about his half-phantom girlfriend. Her foresight was too spasmodic to claim herself as an oracle, but sometimes the things she saw came true.

I suppose if I haven't heard anything, then he's not out obliterating the world again. That's got to be a plus.

Lucy shrugged to herself as she tied her hair up into a messy bun. She'd get to the bottom of it later.

First she needed coffee and waffles.

And then she needed to deal some retribution for her destroyed underwear.

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