As fate would have it.

Butterflies

(Possible manga spoilers up until chapter 54.
Another little side node. After this chapter, there will only be three more. I finally know how many chapters AFWHI is going to have and the magical number is 45. The end is near but it's not quiet here yet. :) Hope you will enjoy the chapter! <3)

Weightless ... fearless ... numb.

That was how he felt.

Nothing was surrounding him except a bright light.

No walls ... no floor ... no anything.

Just a giant emptiness.

Was that how death felt like?

Where was he?

What happened?

When his eyes had opened, Yato found himself in this giant space of nothingness.

His cautiousness returned and he started to look around.

White.

White, wherever he looked.

He had so many questions and yet again he hadn't.

When he looked down, he saw a black void that was releasing muffled sounds ... no ... screams.

Screams from voices he believed to recognize but then again, it felt like they were the voices of strangers.

They were calling out his name.

They were calling out for a father and a friend but who were they calling out for?

Who was that person they wanted to return so badly?

As he tried to figure it out, his body got totally weightless, causing him to raise even further and the noises got quieter until they had disappeared completely.

The higher he got, the less he cared about these voices calling out to someone he did not know.

He looked at his hands and realized that they looked strange.

They were so small.

He looked down at himself and realized that he wasn't wearing the same things he had worn just a second ago.

He was wearing a familiar white Yukata.

When he thought he might reach the ceiling and crush into it, he covered his face with his arms and waited for the impact.

It did not come.

He opened his eyes again and found himself standing on a giant meadow. Beautiful flowers were blooming everywhere and in the distance he saw a cherry tree.

As he made the first step to walk to the tree that had caught his attention, he stepped on something wet.

A red puddle of blood was right below his tiny feet, reflecting his face and much to his surprise, he was a child again.

In shock, Yato jumped back, falling on his back and as he saw his hands, they were also covered in dried blood.

"What happened?", he asked himself, his voice high and shaking.

"Yato-samaaaa!", he heard a female voice in the distance.

He looked up and saw the silhouette of a woman next to the cherry tree, waving into his direction.

Her hair was tied up into a ponytail and in her bangs, Yato could make out two pink pearls even from this distance.

Could it be?