Wish ~Yato x Reader AU~

Chapter 21: A God Named Yato

A god named Yato. I ponder, staring at the search engine displayed on my laptop's screen. I've been going back and forth with this whole thing. With all that I've seen and experienced, that is. It all keeps playing over and over in my brain, leaving me baffled and confused. However, beneath all that confusion is a spark of curiosity and curiosity is what encourages my fingers to type.

"A god named Yato," I mumble, hitting the search button.

A multitude of links appear, all hinting at the vast Japanese gods, but none mention the name Yato. Not a single one of them. This, in turn, only feeds into my interest even more.

"Okay. Let's try this," I whisper, taping away at my keyboard. "Yato god."

Once again, the search engine displays a page full of links. I scurry through them, clicking a few, only to be met with disappointment. Just like before, there is no helpful information. No mention of a Yato whatsoever. Which leaves the question; if this Yato guy is truly a god, then why haven't I ever heard about him?

I lean back in my chair, my eyes still glued on the screen and unsure of what to think. That's a lie. I'm thinking about a number of things. I'm trying to figure out if what I saw was real. I'm wondering if all this isn't just caused by stress. Above all else, I am fearing that maybe this is all just one giant string of hallucinations being caused by a change in my prescription. But that'd be bad. That'd be very, very bad.

Heart racing, I bite down on my bottom lip. I pray to whatever higher power there is, God or gods or whatever, that that's not the case. The last thing I want to do is need a new prescription because that means...it means...it wouldn't be favorable. Not for me, anyway. It would require...doing things and seeing people I have no intentions of seeing or doing. Still, as much as I hate to admit it, it is a possibility. There is a chance that my condition got worse and that I need a stronger dosage, but I hope that's not the case.

"Fuck it," I huff, returning to my keyboard. "Let's try this. The god named Yato."

Search.

My screen flashes all the blue links, but surprise, surprise. Nothing. All empty results with no destination. I am still left emptyhanded and just as confused and lost as before.

"This guy's gotta be yankin' my chains," I complain, massaging my temples. "Is he a fucking loon who's delusional? I mean, a god? For real? That's just ridiculous." I clench my jaw, swallowing, "But...the thing...the...what'd he call it? A phantom? That thing was there. I saw it."

I once again lean back in my seat, thinking. Thinking and remembering. I know what I saw. I know there was something there. I know there was. I'm not crazy for knowing that. I am sane. I am. I'm sane. Right?

Or am I insane?

There's always that percentage where I could be wrong. Wrong and just plain psychotic. It wouldn't be the first time where I would be deemed that, and it wouldn't be the last. Still...I want to believe that there's a chance, even if it's less than one percent, that I'm not crazy. That's what I want.

"A god named Yato," I murmur.

If Yato is a true Japanese god, then I am aware that he would grant wishes. After all, that's what gods do. Grant wishes for their worshippers at the cost of some amount of money is how the exchange goes. At least, that's what I've been taught since I arrived here six years ago. That's when it clicks.

"Five yen," I say, snapping my fingers. "He grants wishes in exchange for five yen."

With this revelation, I jump up and dig through my purse, finding the measly coin I need. It shimmers in the artificial light of my apartment. I clench it in my fist and close my eyes, thinking. If I make a wish, then he'll appear and have to grant it. I tell myself, tightening my clench. Now I just need to figure out what I want to wish for. That's the thing. I don't know what to wish for. I don't really need anything. I have an apartment and a job and I'm slowly adapting to village life. So, I don't really need anything.

I open my eyes and stare at the coin in my palm, sighing, "Is there really a point to even call for a god named Yato?"

**Ello my awesome lovelies! Little Y/N debating action. Seems she's at a loss, though very intrigued. At least, it appears that way. Never really know. If you were really in her shoes, what would you wish for? Feel free to let me know your answer! As always, thank you so super duper much for everything! Y'all are the bee's knees! Stay awesome! Wuv yous!! <3**

-Noel Ross