(Bishamon's POV)
I stared at Yato from my position, feeling Kazuma's emotions swirling around inside him; determination, fear, confusion... And something else. I didn't know what it was, but that was okay for now. Mainly, I focused on the twin daggers in Yato's hands.
I had never realized it before, but Yato had always had beautiful Shinkis. Tomoné had been a gorgeous sword, and Yukiné had a grace beyond anything I had seen before. I also knew Yato's Nora, Hiiro, was a pretty blade as well.
But these daggers exceeded even those expectations. The blades were a shimmering silver in color, reflecting the large, full moon and glistening with water, which I didn't understand. The hilts were ebony black, etched with swirling red patterns. Both looked very sharp and dangerous, and I set my jaw.
The only Shinki I had was Kazuma, which I realized was now idiotic, considering he wasn't really a fighter.
Shut up, Veena.
I laughed to myself, causing the god before me to let his guard down for a moment. You think she's pretty, don't you? Those daggers and the girl behind it? The embarrassed silence that returned my thoughts confirmed what I had said.
"Okay, Yato god! Prepare to die!" I knew a regular sword wouldn't work on him, but it was all I had. "Come, Azuma!" I lied, unsheathing the long katana. It wasn't anything special, just something I carried to seem more threatening.
Yato cursed under his breath and tightened his grip on the daggers, mumbling something to them.
Suddenly pain burst from my ear, and Kazuma let out a scream, causing me to drop the katana and grab my ear. "Kazuma!" A million thoughts hit me at once, some from me, some from Kazuma.
What happened? Did she do it? Why am I in pain?
Is Kazuma going to die?
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A Trail of Butterflies
Fanfiction(You) are an uncorrupted spirit, deemed forgotten forever, but the Yato god finds (you) and claims (you.) As this god's Shinki, (you) find yourself against Bishamon and her Shinkis, including a man named Kazuma. The two of you end up finding love, b...
