Every God's Nightmare (A Noragami Fan Fiction)

Chapter 3

Hiyori woke up about five minutes after Yato almost crossed paths with Nora. She opened her pink eyes and immediately saw Yato, who was unaware of her being awake.

The girl spoke in a calm, quiet voice. "Yato."

Yato looked down at Hiyori, realizing she wasn't sleeping anymore. He lifted her right-side up and let her slip out of his arms. As she stood by herself, the girl rubbed her crusty eyes.

"Will you be okay walking the rest of the way back?" Yato asked, feeling deja vu.

After a second or two, it hit him. His last words to Yukine that night: "I'll be fine. The question is... will you?"

Why was he being so cautious and casual around Hiyori when he's been the complete opposite with his own Sacred Treasure?

"H-hai..." Hiyori answered, still half asleep.

"Well," Yato began, resting the bags of food by her feet for her to take "in that case, I guess..."

He then began stretching his skinny arms, feeling sheepish for not being able to figure out a pleasant goodbye. His cheeks grew a light pink.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Hiyori."

Hiyori froze, this time, fully awake. It was so sweet to hear the god of calamity bidding a farewell. Especially to her, personally. The person she loves saying goodbye sounded promising. As if the next day would be even better.

"Oyasumi, Yato" Hiyori finally said back, tilting her head to the side as her dark hair fell in the same direction. Her gorgeous eyes were closed, and she never showed her teeth when she grinned.

Can you imagine her with a teeth smile? No, because she never did so. Not once.

For a minute, the two stood there, smirking at each other. Then they both realized that they were staring, and quickly returned to what they were doing.

"O-Oyasumi, Hiyori," Yato continued stretching while Hiyori grabbed her bags. She giggled and bowed her head.

They both turned their backs and went their own way.

Although, the two didn't know that it would be a long while before they saw each other again. If only either of them knew what would be coming next.

. . . . .

Suspecting her parents were asleep, Hiyori quietly snuck in. After putting the groceries on the table, she went up the stairs and to her room.

Yet, as she fell into bed. something nagged at her. Something that terrified her. She wished she didn't realize it, and could just shut her eyes.

While she was asleep in Yato's arms, she strangely remembered someone calling her name. A voice that was familiar.

"Hiyori... Iki..."

It played on over and over in her head, the tone sounding more evil each time. If only there was a way to just shake it out of her head.

Hiyori got the chills. Realizing who it was, she quickly sat up. Her pink eyes shook with fear.

She knew the person all too well, but she wished she didn't. It was, without a doubt, Nora.

Was Yato talking to her? Why would he do that? Not only does he terribly hate her, but you're taking a risk just by being near her.

Why can't he just release her like he did with Mayu? Is that even possible?

The rain pounder on the window, reminding the girl that she hadn't pulled the curtains close. With shaky legs, Hiyori drew the curtains back. She didn't want to see the Storms forming in the distance. She especially didn't want to feel stalked, even if the person stalking her was Nora.

Hiyori took off her long coat and lazily threw it over her desk chair nearby. She kicked off her shoes next to the door and pulled off her pink scarf. Tonight, she was not worried about putting her clothes in the closet downstairs.

Before she could even put down the scarf, something stopped her. The object in her hands smelled, the smell of a sweaty god. As the girl held it closer to her face, the scent grew so strong that she could've sworn she thought Yato was there with her for a second.

Hiyori held the scarf to her nose to let the scent consume every part of her. Getting so relaxed, she closed her eyes, and climbed into the bed again.

With a hint of the one she loved by her side, she could finally sleep, because, now, the girl felt safe and warm inside. Nothing could ruin that sweet moment.

Sweat and dirt doesn't smell great, but Hiyori knew whom this aroma belonged to. Because it was Yato's in specific, she didn't mind at all. It reminded her of that special person.

He may be a god of calamity, but this girl never trusted anyone more in her own life - other than her own mother. Plus, he's proven himself worthy multiple times; with not choosing Nora, not reuniting with Lord Rabou, and dropping everything if it meant helping someone.

Hiyori finally fell asleep, not realizing that she was still in her school uniform. The lamp nearby lit the dim room. The only sound was the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof.

. . . . .

Avoiding the harsh weather and long walk, Yato teleported to the entrance of Kofuku's shrine. With him, a high-pitched ding and flash of light followed shortly after.

Yato simply walked in. He didn't have the chance to say hello before Daikoku got in his way. His face went dark, and his eyes glew purple. He towered over the jersey - wearing god with his demonic resemblance.

"Yato gami," the middle - aged man's voice rumbled in a warning tone "how dare you wander over here and let yourself in."

Yato cocked an eyebrow. Being a smartass, he commented, "Oh, so, it's fine if my own Regalia is here, but I can't set foot around the area!?"

Yukine, recognizing the sound of his Master's irritated voice, turned around. He didn't say anything. Curiously, he watched.

"Besides, Kofuku is my friend."

Kofuku jumped in, smiling n' all. "Oh, it's fine! Me and Yukki were just making some dinner for Yatty, remember?"

Daikoku sighed, feeling sheepish for overreacting when his Master thought it was perfectly fine. He had been proven wrong. As he gave up, he sank back down to his seat.

"Say," Yato said, noticing the clock read 11:04 PM "isn't it kinda late for dinner?"

Kofuku's Regalia nearly twisted his neck around. He leaped to his feet. "Dammit, man!" He shouted directly at Yato. "At least appreciate the fact that they did something for you. Learn some freaking manners!"

As Yato and Daikoku argued, Kofuku forgot she was cooking. In the background, the pan on the oven started boiling over. The only one who noticed was Yukine, the closest person to the scene.

"Oy! Kofuku!" Yukine freaked out, not knowing what to do.

Kofuku finally turned around. She gasped and ran over. "Don't just stand there, Yukki! It'll burn!" The pink god sounded surprisingly cheery even when she was worried.

The god of poverty pushed the boy to the side and quickly stirred the food cooking in the pot.

So far, everything in their lives were pretty much like everyday. No one acted odd, and nothing was out of place. But... things change.