'Hiyori's parents, where could they have gone? Why did they leave home knowing that their daughter would probably come running home?' Yato was thinking to himself. 'Oh wait, that's it. They were probably looking for her whilst she was with me. Damn it..'

"This is all my fault, I'm sorry" Yato said. Hiyori was sitting across the table miserably whilst eating the small amount of food she took from her cupboard, but she shot up after I said that to her.

"What are you talking about? Of course this isn't your fault! I probably should have left a note or something, or taken you guys back here earlier. There's absolutely no reason why you should blame yourself for it.

'But there is..' . He was upset, seeing Hiyori down like this. If only there was a way to fix this all quickly. He decided to try and help with that.

"Look, your parents probably went outside looking for you. I'm sure they'll come back soon. There's no point in going out now"

"Coming back? In this weather? Where the hell would they be staying right now? What if..", tears began forming in her eyes as she shouted, "What if they never come back!?"

She looked up for a few seconds at Yato. He was upset as he saw the pain in her eyes, and trying to quickly think of something to do to help. But Hiyori cut his thoughts off as she spoke again.

"I'm sorry, I'm such an idiot.." . She ran upstairs, silently crying as Yato tried to follow her. "Wait! Please.." he shouted desparately. But she'd already locked herself in her room

Minutes and minutes passed as Yato felt more and more upset with himself. He could feel both Yukine's heart and his own heart aching and it got to the point where he thought he was going to be sick.

Hiyori was upset, and he felt like was all because of him. If he wasn't in that situation, Hiyori wouldn't have had to go out of her house to find them. She wasn't correct in not blaming him, but she was correct in the fact that her parents could be miles and miles away.

After about thirty minutes, he'd had enough. He needed to speak to her.

He knocked on the door. "Hiyori, please stop. I'm sure.."

'Shit, what do I say?!'

"I'm sure they're not dead, or hurt. Your parents love you and I don't think they'd go out and get themselves killed like that. There's probably some sort of explanation.."

"Like what!?" she shouted back.

Yato legitimately struggled with what to say next. Out of all of the years Yato was alive, he'd never learnt what to do in these kinds of situations.

"Look, this is my fault. All of it is my fault, so if there's anyone who should do you a favour it's me." he said in a mildly serious tone, seeing as it was all he could think of.

He then heard a bit of shuffling as Hiyori opened the creaky door. Yato quickly observed her. She was still wearing the same jumper and trousers as before, but this time they had a bit of fur on them presumably from her pillows. He hair was messy and she'd smudged a bit of her makeup from her crying probably because she was lying down. But what most stood out to him was the fact that her eyes looked redder and tired.

Although, to Yato, she still looked beautiful.

"What do you mean this is your fault? Don't tell me you're blaming yourself for this mess!"

That was odd, he thought. The fact that she seemed so upset earlier made him think that she was going to be angry at him.

"To make it short – I'm going to help you no matter what. If your parents don't come back in the next few days, I will go out to find them!"

Hiyori's eyes suddenly shined for the first time in a while, as if she was overjoyed for him to say something like that.