How To Create A Demigod (Yatori fanfic)

April Showers

As I sit in this chair that honestly makes me nervous, I can't help but wonder what conflict the boys are dealing with. It makes me even more nervous knowing that my dearly beloved husband sacrificed his only time with them to assist a friend. He's more than I could've ever prayed for.

While lost in thought, Kofuku on the other hand does not hesitate to keep score of the little game we're playing. She takes a cerulean permanent marker and tallies each round on her wrist.

"Wanna know what I think Daiki's problem is?" she asks us without removing her gaze from her arm.

I lean in now inclined to the route the conversation is heading in. Bishamon rolls her eyes but stays focused on the topic. Yukine is just staring at the porcelain plate below him, swirling the pasta on the fork over and over again.

"He's jealous. Very envious if I must say,"

"Envious? Of what? Or of who-"

I shut my mouth coming across her point. My eyes widen in realization.

"Hiyori?" Yukine asks me. "What is it?"

My eyes peer over to Bishamon who has her arms crossed and a stern expression across her face.

"Nothing is hurting you, correct Kofuku?" she inquires.

The pink haired god gestures her answer by swiping her hand. "I haven't felt anything. I don't think it's that serious. But unless this gets resolved or at least handled for the time being, there might be blighting,"

"B-Blight? Like the time with Yato and Yukine?" I announce tense.

Bishamon nods. 

"Yes, that is correct. How I see the situation is that Daikoku is envious of you and Yato, Hiyori. He's in a state of denial and frustration. I know he doesn't mean to bring such an issue upon Kofuku or yourselves, but this is something he's been dealing with for a little while now."

"Oh," I mumble lowering my head in response. "I didn't know."

Yukine tilts his head seeing the men come back. Yato is casually striding down the cobblestone path to the courtyard keeping an eye on Daikoku. And it appears Kazuma is as well.

"So what happened?" Yukine asks the three of them.

Yato pulls out the chair beside me to take a seat. Kazuma does the same next to Bishamon. And Daikoku reluctantly seats himself by Kofuku.

Kofuku on the other hand, finishes her tallies and caps the marker; rolling it onto the pearly white tablecloth.

"Well, the 'issue' was something short of a little jealousy. Daiki here, from what Kazuma and I gathered is suffering a small fraction of negative emotion and action. It wasn't easy, but we've managed to simmer him down. At least for a while," Yato proceeds to explain while reclining in his seat.

A small grin forms on Kofuku's face. 

Lowering her head to the point where her hair is covering her eyes, she smiles. Her violet eyes peek up to the members of the table as she whispers, "I was right. It's about that demigod isn't it?"

Daikoku nervously sweats and averts his gaze.

"About the demigod?" Yukine asks her.

"He's jealous that Yori and Yatty are having a baby. Right Daiki?"

He keeps his look averted and holds his head in shame.

"Wait so- ah I'm kinda catching on," I say nodding.

Her eyes lock onto her embarrassed regalia and she continues smiling.

"It's okay Daiki," she soothes him. "How about we go home and sort our own problems, 'kay?"

He looks up at her with a sincere expression, as well as still blushing.

"I agree, we should get going Yato," I gesture to my husband.

He nods and stands up. Grabbing my jacket, he places it on my back and hands me my purse. Yukine stands up and pushes his chair in. 

As we leave, Bishamon waves goodbye to us and Kazuma and Yato exchange a look. Not a distrusting one, from what I can tell, but an honest appreciative one. Yukine looks at Kazuma too, and he smiles for him. He does the same.

"Let's go home," Yato tells me holding my waist.

"Agreed,"

Yukine stretches and yawns. I can tell he's had a long day. 

When we make it back to the entrance of the shrine, Yukine's fingers glide across the wooden structure. He prays to the shrine and follows down the stone pathway to catch up to us.

I wait for him and see Yato already starting the car. At this point the sky is fading into a cool blueish magenta sunset preparing for dusk. While admiring the sky, I see grey fading into the collided mixture.

I see Yato yelling from the car, "Better hurry up! It's about to rain,"

I run to the vehicle and narrow my eyes at the storm clouds.

Driving down the mountain road wasn't easy. With the rain hitting harder every second, it felt terrifying that he could barely see the road. But he would never put the three of us along with himself in danger.

I turn to the backseat and see Yukine trying to sleep through the storm. He has his headphones on attempting to drown the sound out. It's calming to me knowing soon somebody else will be beside him in the back.

I take a deep breath and hold my stomach. I'm starting to feel more anxious about this baby. But not negatively. I can't wait until I can feel it kick or until we can know the gender. It makes me feel already prepared for the future. 

I turn to Yato who is heavily focused on driving. He has both hands on the wheel studying the pattern of the direction he turns it. His fingers tap against the smooth leather; providing a little rhythm in the dense chaos of the rain.

"This isn't what I thought of when they say 'April showers'," I say scoffing to myself.

"I know," he tells me. "This is more like 'April thunder'. Can't wait until we finally get home in the safety and comfort."

"Yeah," I agree with him.

His bright blue eyes never leave the road ahead, and before we know it, we're already on the main city roads. Windshield wipers run frantically on every car that passes as well as the headlights on at maximum brightness.

The sound of the rain is thunderous and crashes every second or so. It sounds hard like as if hail was hitting. The rain colliding with the roof makes a large thud repeating over and over. I can make out the silhouette of lightning in the distance along the mountain ranges.

By the time we reach our own quaint shrine, the curbs leading into the sewage are flooded over and substantially large puddles are everywhere. Yato turns in his seat to wake Yukine, who's golden eyes flutter open quickly.

He takes his backpack and raises it over his head; running to the door. Yato rushes over to my side and helps me out the car. We sprint to the door as well and enter the house. Yato locks the car, and the door is closed.

We all shake the water off our bodies and spread out to our own locations: Yukine to his bedroom, Yato to the bathroom carrying a towel, and me into Yato and I's bedroom.

I change out of my soaked clothing and carry a towel draped across my head to soak up the water. I yawn and dash to the kitchen to see whatever we have left to eat for dinner. I can hear noises erupting from Yukine's room, and I ignore it and continue what I was doing.

Yato on the other hand knocks on the door and scolds the teenager for making too much noise. For once, hearing them bicker is a little relaxing. And I become lost in the sound of the rain outside, which is too tranquil for me to decline it's invitation.