A/N: sorry for the 4 month wait. Here is chapter four.
Hiyori clutches at the fabric of her pillow, harshly. She didn't know how much time had passed by, and the goddess still found difficulty in finding proper sleep. Today weighed heavily on her mind, her heartache didn't seem to diminish in the slightest.
She tugs the blankets tighter around her, hoping to find sleep soon. But after a few more futile attempts to receive such sleep, it becomes clear to her that it was not gonna appear easily.
And so, Hiyori sits up from her position, the blankets dropping from around her. She steps out of her temporary bed, making languid strides towards the door.
Yet, the moment she reaches it, a couple of voices spill out from just beyond the door. Hiyori focuses on those such voices, being able to recognize their familiar tones.
"You know that she won't be able to remember us, how could you be so calm?!"
"Don't think you're the only one who is hurting here. Hiyori was important to me too."
Hiyori could clearly hear a noise from Yato, taking the form of a wince.
"I get that. I've been stinging you all day, though. I'm your blessed vessel, remember? How good of a guidepost does that make me?"
"You really care about her, I understand that you're affected too."
"I shouldn't be stinging you, though!"
"I know you're my blessed vessel! But that doesn't make you any less human."
"I'm sorry. Hiyori was important to me too."
The goddess can't bear to hear any more. She is on the brink of breaking out into tears. She is hesitant to open the door, though. When that door finally opens, Hiyori stands in the doorway for a little longer, and not a sound is heard from her.
Her words from earlier in the day echo throughout the inside of her mind. Just the thoughts that she was the root of their pain, lead her to believe just how much she didn't belong here. Her desire to know the memories of her former life quickly diminished.
That such silence prevents her presence from being known.
"It's okay, Yukine. I... I shouldn't have brought her here."
"Y-Yato." Yukine confronts him, directing the deity to the one person their conversation had been about.
"I... I am so sorry... For the inconvenience..." Hiyori manages to say. Tears immediately spill down the brunette's cheeks, leaving them in a dampened state. Her first instinct is to flee, attempt to retreat. Hiyori surges forward, with quick strides in order to escape quickly.
"W-Wait! Hiyori." Yato confronts her, his first move being to grasp tightly onto her wrist before she had walked away. "It's not what you think..."
"It's... It's exactly what I think. I don't belong here, all I'm doing is causing pain for you guys.."
"That's not true! It doesn't matter how hard it's gonna be, you are what makes all of it worth it."
"I heard what you said. I shouldn't be here, you're right. I'm sorry, I don't want to be the reason you're miserable."
In a moment's time, Hiyori had managed to break free of his grasp. The goddess continues her planned retreat, in an instant.
Yet, the brunette finds herself pinned upon the wall just as quickly.
"Do you think I'd let you go that easily? I promised that I'd help you remember."
"I.. I don't want you to do anything, that causes you pain. You're clearly sad about how I won't remember you."
"Did you not hear me? I'd go through hell if it was for your sake."
"Did... Did you really care about me that much?"
"Of course. That's why I'm not about to give up on you.."
"I'm sorry, Yato. You don't have to do so much for me.."
"Of course I do. I.. I loved you after all."
The deity releases her from the wall, backing up away from her. Every word that left his lips was honest. Yato couldn't care about her more.
"Yato. I... really want to remember you. I want... to love you again." Hiyori whispers, those words taking on a sad tone.
Yato couldn't help but crack a weak smile directed at her. He caresses her cheeks, wiping her face free of tears.
"It's okay. I'm certain I'll get your memories back."
"That'd be nice.."
And finally, she had calmed down enough to smile. The brunette highly appreciated the effort he was demonstrating.
"Hiyori. It's really late, you know? Were you unable to sleep?"
"Ah, I couldn't seem to sleep."
"I... I should really let you sleep then."
Hiyori immediately reaches to tug at his sleeve.
"W-Wait... I really don't want you to leave my side."
"Really? I.. I could always k-keep you company.."
"I think it would help me sleep."
"I'd be glad to stay with you, then."
And there the two laid, side by side. Yato is in a close enough distance that she could clearly breathe in his scent. It was a pleasant aroma.
It seemed to be just as expected, it seemed to provide a solution to her lack of sleep. His pleasant scent seemed to lull the goddess to sleep. Her eyes flutter closed, as she succumbs to sleep.
Before long, she is fast asleep. His fragrance still flooding her sense of smell.
The next thing she sees, is a pair of glowing cyan eyes. Those were the only set of eyes that were easily unforgettable. Yet, those such eyes belonged to who seemed like a stranger.
All things seemed to slow down when she had caught sight of those eyes, they really were alluring. It was as if she could get lost in them.
Before she knew it, the stranger was darting across the street after what appeared to be a cat.
Her first instinct is to take action, a bus was quickly closing in on him. And so, she makes an immediate pursuit, rushing to his aid. One harsh shove from her, and he was out of the way of the bus.
A harsh ringing fills her ears, and the last thing she sees before her vision turns to white is the sight of her own self lying, motionless in the street. The thing most flooding her senses is an overwhelmingly sweet scent.
And that is where the dream draws to a close.