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His Sent

A few minutes had past and neither Hiyori, Yato or Yukine could find Hiyori's body. When she dropped it she wasn't sure where exactly it happened, as she didn't know it had happened at the time. They started to retrace her steps, but so far they were they still couldn't find it.

"You sure you came down this way, Hiyori?" Yato asked. "We've been down this street for five minutes" he added, sounding a little annoyed.

"Yeah, i'm positive" Hiyori confirmed, as she looked around a street bench.

Yukine had jumped down from a near by building - hoping he would get a better view from higher up- and aproached the two.

"No good, I can't see it from up there either" He reported.

Yato gave a sigh as he walked further up the road searching on the pathways. The others split up and went their own way, hoping to find it soon.

Even though this did happened alot, Hiyori was starting to worry. Ever since Kazuma had told her that she can't be out of her body for too long, she'd always keep track of how long she was out for.
Despite how many times she told herself she just being paranoid, Hiyori was starting to glance at her tail every now and again, to see if it was starting to faid. Luckly for it was still its bright magenta colour.

The three had searched another block and there was still no sign of Hiyori's body.

Yato sighed and buried his hands in his pockets.

"Yukine!" Yukine poked his head around the corner of a building, wondering what his master wanted, "I want you to go over to the hospital, maybe someone found her body and took it there" he told him.

Yukine nodded once and ran off in the direction of the hospital, while Yato and Hiyori continued down the path they were on.

They kept re-tracing the path that she took, having to jump onto a building ot two to get a better view.

"You know, i'm actually amazed you can't find your body" Yato stated matter-of-fact.

"Well if someone would just fix me already I-" Hiyori tried to argue, but Yato continued as if she hadn't spoken.

"I mean, you seem to be able to find us far-shore beings just fine. Whenever people need to find me, for example, you always know where to look; where to go" he explained. "Why is that?" He asked turning to her.
     
"Well, it's because of your-" Hiyori turned pink from embarrassment, as she covered her mouth.

"My what?" Yato gave her a confused look.

"Oh nothing! Forget i said anything! I guess i'm just lucky!" She tried to shake him off, her entire face turning red now.

As Hiyori rambled on, trying to cover her embrassment, Yato looked around and finally saw a familiar figure.

"Hiyori, look!" Yato spoke over her rambling and ran down the path.

Hiyori squinted through the dark night, the only light being cast was from a distant light post. When she managed to make out where Yato had went, she saw him bent down...over her body! She raced over to join Yato, as she knelt next to her body.

As soon as she was next to her body, Yato watched as Hiyori's soul fell back into her body. He sighed in relief and glanced over her sleep-like state, waiting for her to wake up.

When a minute or two passed and Yato figured she wouldn't wake up quickly this time. He picked her up and put her on his back, hooking his arms around her legs and behind his back to hold her there. He started to walk towards her home, taking steady steps as not to stir Hiyori.

There was a moment were the night suddenly got quiet, and at that moment Yato heard a muffled "smells nice."

Yato froze where he was and looked around to find the voice, but there was no one in sight.

'Better not be a freakin' phantom' Yato thought, worried because not only was Yukine not back yet, but he couldn't leave Hiyori when she was like this.

"Smells nice" Yato glanced over his shoulder to see Hiyori's face buried in the gap between his fluffy-fluff-scarf and tracksuit.

Yato had gotten confused. The only things that had said that to him were phantoms, because of his sent they could-

"....oh" Yato glanced up at Hiyori again, simple curiosity written on his face.

She took another deep breath and her arms weakly wrapped around him, her fingertips only managing to grab a fold in the tracksuit. He heard he murmer something again, but couldn't make it out. He assumed she said 'smells nice' again.

"So that's how you do it" he whispered to her, smiling.

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I wrote this last year why wasnt it published! ? Probably because its bad
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Sorry this was short and crappy but there you go

Thanks again SkyHeaven1231 for the art 😊

But anyways guys, if you liked this little one shot please vote and comment your opinion

-SL 💜