Wish ~Yato x Reader AU~

Chapter 26: Sane

The thing about antipsychotics that nobody ever really bothers to tell you is that...

...they don't always work.

"Where are they? Where are they?"

"Can't see them."

"Want to see them."

"Who are they?"

"Where are they? Where are they? Where are they?"

"Where are they? Where are they? Where are they?"

"Where are they? Where are they? Where are they?"

"Where are they? Where are they? Where are they?"

"WHERE ARE THEY?!"

I squeeze my eyes shut and keep myself buried beneath my comforter, my hands cuffing my ears. The voices haven't shut up all day. All I've heard from the moment I woke up to now is their taunts. And sadly, I've seen them too. All still different shapes and sizes and colors, but all just as horrifying as the last. All just as hideous and appalling as the next. All with their beady eyes trained on me.

I can feel it. I can feel how their stares linger on me, searing my flesh with their smoldering observations. I can feel how their hot breaths brush against me, causing my skin to rise with goosebumps. I can feel them reaching for me, their grasps wanting to grip onto my ankles and drag me beneath my bed. Their tongues glide the length of my neck, leaving trails of saliva behind. They hover over me, making me feel trapped and claustrophobic.

At least, that's how it all feels.

Logically, I know they can't touch me. How can they? They're just illusions -just auditory hallucinations that can't hurt me. They're fake. They're not real. They can't do anything to me if they don't really exist. If they don't really exist, then I am safe. But regardless, I don't feel that way.

I'm scared. I'm scared and shaking like a cold leaf on a withering tree in the middle of January. My body is quivering as if winter herself left a bitter kiss on my skin, leaving me frozen and numb. But I'm not numb. I can feel my heart race against my sternum as my breathing becomes hoarser with each second that rolls by. I'm painfully aware of how much my lower lip has trembled since the sun had set and how dry my throat is. It's dry because I'm scared.

"Where are they? Where are they? Where are they?"

Those haunting chants continue to swarm me, but I refuse to leave the safe confinements of my blanket. I refuse to even lift an edge to draw in more air. I rather suffocate than do that because I'm afraid they'll notice the gap and try to stalk me in the one safe place I have left. This is my fort...my first and last method of defense against the things that go bump in the middle of the night. Is it enough?

"WHERE ARE THEY?!"

I flinch and bite back a cry as a tear rolls down my cheek. I just want them to go away so I can go to sleep. That's not too much to ask for, right? That's doable. At least, I thought was. At the moment, I'm questioning that. It continues for a few more moments when the chants abruptly shift, being replaced by something new. Something I've never heard them say.

"Smells nice."

And just like that, I can feel and hear them leaving my room. That sensation of being crowded lightens until the atmosphere feels...freeing. I no longer feel claustrophobic or trapped. I haven't felt that way all day. I..I almost forgot how it feels. It feels...nice.

Enveloped by the new sheet of silence, I slowly pull my comforter down, my eyes scanning the darkness. To my gleeful surprise, there's nothing here. No figures lurking in the corners of my room. No creatures hanging from the ceiling. The eyes watching me from afar, gone. It's just me. It's just me and the peaceful silence which cradles me. I pull my blanket back and begin to hike out of my bed when I am startled by a sound. I freeze for a moment until I realize it came from outside.

From the beach.

Heart racing, I shuffle to my balcony door and crack it open, peering through it. Across the street, standing on the sand as vast species and colors of creatures surrounds him is...Yato. My eyes widen. He stands so confidently and calmly even though all those things are circled around him. And in his hand is...is a sword. The same sword I remember seeing the other night.

"Awe! You came all this way to see little ole me?" he mocks, the hint of a smile in his tone. "Aren't you just a lovely crowd?"

"What is that idiot doing?" I whisper, keeping my gaze focused on him.

"Unfortunately, you guys can't stay," he continues. "My friend here and I are gonna have to ask you to leave, in which case no one will get hurt. Unless you prefer the hard way, that is."

As if on command, the creatures unleash their roars, charging at him. I watch in terror, unsure of what he's going to do when I notice something else. The confidence which radiates from him as he tightens his hold on the blade's hilt.

"Well, I guess that answers that. Hard way it is," he chuckles. He holds up his free hand as light begins to radiate from his fingertips, his voice becoming authoritative. "This is the Land of the Rising Sun! Your desecration shall not be allowed! Hear me! I am the god Yato! I now lay thee waste with the Sekki and expel thy vast defilement! I cleanse thee!"

At that, he leaps into the sky, the sword above his head and guides the blade down. I want to glance away, but I'm too entranced. All I can do is watch as he slices through the many different creatures until they seemingly combust into a light that circles in the sky before disbursing, leaving Yato alone. Alone in the shield of night.

A harsh breeze blows, worming its way into my apartment, though I ignore it. I'm too concentrated on Yato and what he'll do next. I'm observing his every move, anticipation dripping from my mouth. Will he go in search of more things? Will he merely just walk away? Or will he perch himself on the rocks as he did before? I'm not sure and I want to find out.

Sure enough, he straightens his posture and lifts his stare to the starry sky, the gale combing her fingers through his hair. He stands like that until his head shifts, those insanely blue eyes rising to my apartment's balcony. A sudden surge of electricity dashes up and down my spine. I don't know how or why, but I can tell he is looking at me. I know he can see me. I know that he knows I'm here. And I know that he knows I've been watching.

And for a moment I know I'm not crazy.

**Ello lovelies! We got to see Yato kicking phantom ass! YEAH! I bet y'all are waiting for the crazy. Don't worry, there will be crazy, but most of it will be seen in the next book or (if there is) book three. Regardless, there will be crazy. We know I like some crazy in my stories. So, stay tuned for all that! Thank you so, so, SOOOO much for everything! Keep being the cat's pajamas! Wuv yous!! <3**

-Noel Ross