Fright (Yatori)

Fright

Fright

This was all his fault.

He didn't mean it, he really hadn't meant this to happen. She wasn't supposed to get so attached to him.

He never should've promised he could fix her because the truth was, he had no idea how to fix her.
She wasn't leaving until he did though.

She wasn't supposed to be suffering. But then again, maybe she wasn't... maybe she was completely fine. She didn't seem to even realize she was missing memories, so perhaps it was okay.
But why him?

She'd been the first person- the first human- to stick by him for this long. She stayed and she hadn't forgotten him... but then she did.

Just like that, he was a stranger.

It hurt. It hurt like hell and he wanted to fix it. He needed her to remember him... he couldn't handle being forgotten again. No, not again. Not by her.

Perhaps it was selfish, but he couldn't help it. She was a force to be reckoned with and she was everything he could want. She was supportive, she was caring and she was so damn smart. She knew exactly when he deserved to get his ass kicked, and she knew exactly when he needed her. When he was at his lowest she always managed to make him smile. When he was backed into a corner facing death, she always saved him.
It was her.

She was who he wanted.

She was who he needed.

She was beautiful, and that word didn't even do her justice. She was breath taking, gorgeous, stunning and so much more. She was beauty and she was brains. She was strong and she was weak and she was perfection in his eyes.
It was her.

It was her he wanted to protect. He wanted to save her from everything yet all he managed to do was put her in worse danger than she'd be in without him. He should've figured that, seeing how he was a God of calamity and all.
But still....

She didn't remember him. He was trying so hard. He was putting himself out there and making a complete ass of himself but he couldn't help it. When he was with her, he got so carried away. He was hopeless around her.

He had to make this right.

She'd shoved her way into his life- literally- that day she saved his life by pushing him away from the bus, taking the hit for herself. Unknowingly to her, he couldn't die. She didn't know that, yet she still sacrificed herself for him.
That guilt clawed its way up his throat every day.

That day was how they met, and it stands as a symbol of their relationship; maybe taking her there would help her remember.

So that's how he found himself crossing the street, waving a flag and shouting out cheesy tourist lines while Yukine and her trailed behind him. She was smiling, and if he wasn't so focused on his task, he was sure he'd stop bre

"If I can direct your attention to the left; this street! This famous street is where a god Yato met a certain girl while rescuing Milord!"
She gasps excitedly and his hopes spike. "Really? A lord used to live around here? That's so cool, I had no idea there was so much history to this street".
His smile fades and Yukine frowns. "I don't think that's jogging her memory".
"Did you know his name, Mr.Yato? The lord." Hiyori asks.
He gapes, snapping the flag. "Mr. Yato?! It's Yato! There's no 'Mister'! You only call me Yato!"
She shrugs. "Okay sorry it just seems rude to call you that right off the bat".

His eyebrow twitches as he frowns. He lunges forward, snatching her bag and reaching inside. He pulls out a sketch book pencil and quickly draws a sketch of Milord, shoving it in her face when he's finished.