Fear
The God of Calamity calmly looked on as the girl in front of him continued to rage and storm. Hiyori may have been a human, but, when sufficiently annoyed, her fury rivalled that of any goddess of war. Eventually her insults ran out and giving a final, determined huff, she stalked off without a backwards glance.
Yato knew he should have felt remorse after such a scolding. But instead, all he felt was relief.
Anger he could cope with - Hiyori was frequently angry at him, after all.
Sometimes his exploits engendered a different set of emotions and Hiyori would look at him with disgust and disappointment. These cut far deeper, but even they were preferable to fear.
That was one emotion he never wanted to see coming from her eyes; a fear of him, of what he was and what he'd done. Yato didn't think he could cope with that. He was a god, but he wasn't omnipotent. His heart and pride bruised just as easily as a mortal man's, even if his skin did not.
Yato gave a sigh as he watched the girl's retreating back. Hiyori was only ever meant to be a client; another 5 yen for his collection. But that wasn't quite how things had turned out. He liked Hiyori a lot more than originally planned.
I want to spend more time with you...
Those words of hers were enough to warm his heart...
…and chill him to the core.
A god and a girl...
...it was a calamity in the making.
Calamity? That should be right up your alley, then, Yato!
Ohh, and thank you to the lovely readers who left a review :) I thought my last chapter (story?) was looking a little lonely on its own. Hope this one wasn't too terrible!