Cleanliness is next to Godliness
Hiyori had become accustomed to all sorts of peculiar sights and situations since the day her body and soul had first parted ways. She'd travelled the city; leaping from building to building, balancing on streetlights and telegraph lines. She'd witnessed battles of power between shinki and seen rifts to hidden worlds open in front of her. She'd fled from demons and taken tea with the gods…
But a clean and tidy room was a first.
Bewildered, she spun around, eyes raking over every inch of the place. Gone were the piles of dirty clothing and half-eaten meals. Gone were the stacks of papers and the pyramids of empty bottles. Gone were the tangled power cords and dust and debris.
Hiyori switched her attention to the centre of the room, where Yato stood proudly; clutching a feather duster and beaming from ear to ear. He was dressed in a frilled apron that was overwhelmingly pink. Yukine was slouched against a table, looking appalled. Hiyori turned to him now, eyes silently pleading for an explanation. With a snort of disgust, the younger boy straightened and, indicating the grinning god with a jab of his thumb, said;
"He woke up this morning and couldn't find his pants."
Hiyori stared blankly for a moment before bursting into laughter.
Capable of fending off 100 Ayakashi but unable to find his pants…?
That was her god!
-The End-
And she wouldn't have him any other way.
Thanks for reading! I'd like to have five stories in this little collection. I have an idea for the next one, but I'm open to any suggestions people might have.
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