Feeling (Yato x Reader)

1: Dehumanize

—Yato

"Alright, Yato, I'll agree to help you if in return you could help me," Tenjin said to me.

"What exactly is the kind of help you're searching for?" I inquired, narrowing my eyes skeptically.

"Well, you know how being popular can get to a god. It can make it quite difficult to get to requests from my followers. One of the more recent ones has concerned me and I haven't the time to attend to it," he replied.

"And? That is?"

"There have been many phantoms as of late contributing to suicide. One of them in particular has been bothering my regalia and I. It's very large and has been feeding off a girl who often walks by here on a day to day basis. For years now it has but I've yet to deal with it. Each year it gets larger and larger and I can't bear to let the girl endure it. I almost pity her. If you could take care of that and a few more then I'll take that as a repayment," Tenjin explained.

I shrugged, figuring this would be an easy enough task for what I was requesting. "Alright then, it's a deal," I said.

—You

That night I stood at my window, contemplating a thousand times over if I should really go through with my plan.

But I knew my decision was final. I'd gone through too much to get to this point to turn back now.

I started off down the road in my black outfit. As I got to the more civilized part of the city, I made sure I stayed in the darker areas encase there were any cameras from the corner stores watching me.

That History lesson this morning was helpful, as my teacher revealed the location of a popular god's shrine: Ebisu's.

A god of fortune was bound to hold a lot of yen at his shrine.

I was none but correct. So many offerings were given. I started filling my bags with the highest papers I could find.

Some god this guy must be. Nobody was stopping me, nobody was even paying attention. There were no gods around anywhere.

Finishing my duty, I began my trek back to my house. This all seemed to be going far too well in my favor. But it was for the best. I deserved this last shred of hope.

When I got inside my house finally, I set the money bag down on the table and grabbed a paper from a nearby notebook along with a pen.

I began to write a note for my parents.

~Dear mom and dad. I need you not to be alarmed when you see this. The bag beside this note holds money I've gotten for you to support yourselves. I'm not sure if you'll find this note or my body first. But reguardless, I'm sure one question you'll be asking is "why". I've been affected by my depression for so long that I could no longer bear the pain. I see no value in my life and see no reason to continue it. I'm sorry I've given up and failed you. I'm sorry I've disgraced you. I'm sorry for everything I've done up to this point. I wish for all of you to be happy in my absence. Don't mourn my loss. In fact, it would be best if you forgot about me all together. You'll be able to start your life anew from all the money I've aquired for you. Please use it wisely. I love you both.

~(Y/n)

After writing the note, I went out the side door which led to the garage and grabbed a rope which hung on a holster. After that, I grabbed a step ladder which was leaned against the wall close by. Once finished grabbing my materials, I made my way into my bedroom and opened the closet.