Lethe [Yato x Reader]

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"I want you to jump off the building." The man on the other side of the phone told me. "Only then would your little sister be set free."

So, my life for Lacey's life. My life was the payment needed for her. Why did this person, Lacey, even matter to me? I don't know why my life was the payment. But I knew he didn't need to know about it. Who was he anyway? I had no clue. The man on the phone was still there.

"How long do I have?" I asked him.

"Thirty minutes to climb the tallest building and jump. Without help from that blasted lover of yours." He said.

Lover?

The phone hung up, and I was left alone. I don't know why I did it, but I climbed the tallest building and got to the roof. I walked to the edge and stopped.

"I'm sorry, Yato." And I stepped off the roof.

And I was hurdled down to the ground. But before I could touch the ground...

I woke up. What the hell was that? Who was that man? Who was Lacey? Who was Yato? Questions like these always filled my mind after one of my dreams. Actually, they're more like nightmares. But it was always a nightmare.  And the same name would float around them. Yato. I had no idea who he was, but he was important.

For some stupid reason, this person named Yato was important because I had a feeling he could explain it to me. But why? Why did I need explaining? That was something I never knew why, but it was a gut feeling. Like somewhere in my brain, I knew why, but my consciousness didn't. I looked over at my clock to see it reading 4:24 in blue neon letters. 

It's early, and I'm not going to be able to go back to sleep. But if I start walking around here this early, then... I don't know what would happen except it would not end very well. So, let's not leave this room. I was more than grateful that I had a personal bathroom connected to my bedroom. So, I could take a shower without getting yelled at.

The water felt refreshing against my skin in the shower. But then again, the water always felt nice against it.The water, however strange it sounds, was my remedy for the bruises that lingered my body. My step-mom was an alcoholic and a drug addict. And in her high or drunk state, she was abusive. But I knew when she would turn to the drugs and alcohol.

When dad was away. And he was away a lot. Away on business trips and late at the office. This water was my escape. From knowing dad was gone, my step-mom was drinking, and these nightmares constantly haunted me, these droplets of water were my escape.Not to mention the messaging of my scalp from rubbing my scented shampoo in my greasy and knotted locks.

My hair was always in knots. Because I didn't own a brush. I used to, but not anymore. Because my step-mom doesn't allow it. Actually, her motto is, you only get one of everything. Once you break it or lose it, you don't get a new one. I broke my hairbrush. Now, I shall never receive another one until I move out of the house (or go and visit mom in America) whichever one comes first.

The water was refreshing, the shampoo was massaging, the conditioner was cleansing, and the soap was refreshing. I left the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my waist before getting changed.

"Meow." My family cat (a light green shade Maine coon named Izuku) said jumping on my bed.

"Hi, Izuku." I said petting the cat. "Yes, I'm going to go over there. Only when Imani wakes up though."

I was grateful [S/N] wasn't here to induce Imani. [S/P] (Sibling Pronoun) was with mom, and I wished I had that option to go over to America when I had the chance. But them, I wouldn't have my friends I do now. Oh well. Some sacrifices have to be made. I looked at my phone that was on my nightstand. Kofuku had texted me.

You coming over this morning?

Yeah, soon.

Perhaps, soon could be a fake run to her place. But isn't it five something? Isn't she an Oscar the Grouch before seven? Well, there will be Daikoku there, so.... I grabbed my backpack and my shoes and walked past the door of my step-mom and dad and walked out of the house grabbing a granola bar on the way. Now for the trek to Kofuku and Daikoku's place. I knocked on the door, and Daikoku answered the door.

"You've never been here this early before. You need a hairbrush?" Daikoku asked.

"Yeah." I walked in.

He normally let me in during the morning. And he'll make me breakfast while Kofuku did my hair.

"You need coffee?" He asked.

"Yeah." I replied sitting down at the table.

He handed me a mug of coffee and a hairbrush. Brush my hair before Kofuku would be able to get it even more tangled than it already was. 

"Now, I don't know if you know this or if Kofuku told you or not, but we have a couple people here with us. Another regalia like me and a sorry excuse for a god." Daikoku explained. 

I knew all about Daikoku being a Regalia and Kofuku being the goddess of poverty. But I didn't care about any of that. In fact, there was a time a couple years prior where Daikoku believed it would be best if I cut my ties with them.  Because he believed my step-mom's issues were created because of Kofuku, but I dismissed the idea.

She had been that way before I even met Kofuku and Daikoku. So cutting ties wouldn't even matter to me. 

"Oh. That's ... nice of you. I guess." I replied sipping my coffee. 

"What do you want for breakfast today, [Y/N]?" he asked me. 

"Anything would be fine, Daikoku." I replied. 

"You sure you're okay? Your step-mom didn't hurt you too bad this time right?" he asked. 

Daikoku was always like this. It was his nature. Well, the nature I continuously saw. Maybe he had another one when I wasn't present. I wouldn't know, would I though? 

"No just some bruises. None of them visible though, so I'm okay." I explained. 

"Hey, Koku, is [Y/N] here yet?" Kofuku asked walking into the seating area with a boy about my age with blonde-ish hair. 

"Yeah, she's here. Completely unscathed." Daikoku said placing a plate of eggs, bacon, sausage, and toast in front of me. 

I was still looking at the blonde noy, and Kofuku must have noticed because she introduced me to the boy. "Oh, this is Yukine. He's Yato's regalia."  

Yato. There was that name again. Who was he and why was he important? Why was he the only clue in my nightmares? 

And before you ask. Yes, I based the cat off of my cat, and I named my cat after Izuku Midoriya from My Hero Academia.