Kami no Hāto

Void of a Godess

After the confrontation with Nora,Yato effortlessly scooped up the unconscious form of Kureha. Her beautiful sleeping features enough to make the ex God of Calamity's heart skip a beat. Gently resting her head against Yato's right shoulder,and securing his grip. Yatogami lounged into the nippy night air before taking off to the one and only Kofuku. And of course the temple of the God of Poverty was in chaos the young regalia Tsuya realized her Mistress was missing.

Immediately the young teen whom continued to wear a worried expression on her face. Her big almond shaped emerald eyes held utter distress for her Mistress's safety. Desperately the young regalia tries to feel for her master. To feel for the threads that bound them together and follow them to her. But once again it was something Tsuya could not do. Especially under so much stress.

Angrily Tsuya slammed her fist again the brick wall in utter defeat. With images of her Mistress Kureha in danger evident in her mind. What if she was in danger? What if she needed her? What if she was dying and couldn't call out to her?! The young Tsuya began to sob loudly bringing her knees to her chest. All the while allowing her tears to fall freely. She was afraid.

She was afraid of losing Kureha,her one and only purpose for living. Kureha was like a friend,no a sister at first. But as time went on Tsuya found herself looking to Kureha for guidence. Guidence one would seek from a parent. Yes she loved her. Tsuya loved Kureha like a mother and refused to lose her.

Trying her best to console the sobbing Tsuya,Hiyori held the sobbing regalia. Hoping to somehow ease her pain. But something told Hiyori she was doing more harm than good. It wasn't until a sudden alluring aroma filled Hiyori's nostrils that she found herself bolting towards the door. It was a smell she knew,one she adored with all her heart. But it was also accompanied by another smell that was equally enticing. This smell was gentle, like the first cherry blossom to fall. It was also very floral but it held an almost bitter bite at the end. A bite filled with confusion,pain,and loneliness.

Hiyori was almost in tears when she fully embraced the new smell. Finding her senses were completely overtaken by it. She felt this person's brief joy and happiness. And she watched it turn to bitterness,and pain. It was almost as if these emotions were violating Hiyori's mind. Wanting someone anyone to feel these emotions and to most of all understand one thing. This person was in pain."Hiyorin? "Kofuku asked in a confused manner before watched the door slide open revealing none other than the "Jersey Wearing God Yato". He stood before them,the light sting of Blight clinging to his fingertips. But not as much as it was clinging to the sleeping body of Kureha. Who now lay comfortably in Yato's arms.

"Yato!" "Yato!" "Mistress!" The room fell silent the moment Yato stepped within the confines of the temple. Blight singeing his very fleash,along with his lovers. Yet he seemed to withstand it for Kureha. Never once for a moment complaining about the pain. He seemed to genuinely not feel any pain when she was around. Hiyori couldn't help but to smile at the bond both Yato and Kureha were showing. A bond filled with love that she hoped would make Yato happy.

But it appeared fate was not yet ready to give Kureha and Yato their deserved happy ever after. After a few moments of everyone settling in,both Tsuya and Yato layed the sleeping Kureha back on her futon. But it was then that Tsuya realized how horribly pale her Mistress was. Along with the slowly spreading Blight written in both kanji and blood continued to wrap around her entire body. Like a prison. "Kofuku! Daikoku!"Tsuya cried breaking the silence in the room as she continued to sob. "M-Mistress...Mistress is getting worst! It's spreading!"She cried as Kofuku and Daikoku immediately tensed up at her words before the two including Yato went to check Kureha's condition. Noticing the startling Blight continue to eat away at her body."What's going to happen to her?" Hiyori asked as Lady Kofuku bit her bottom lip before she spoke. "If she can break the fever and illusions brought on by the curse then she will be step closer to regaining her power....but if she cant-" Kofuku began while Yato quietly gripped his hands into tight fists. If she couldn't fight this.....is she lost.....she would die. Kureha was going to die. Again.