#i react to trace amounts. yeah this has happened multiple times. no. i get full blown anaphylaxis. yeah lol could have died

[beeseverywhen]

Earlier I wanted to eat something that was may contain soy and I didn't want to wait. But I was highly suspicious of it not containing soy in the first place (had chocolate on it. Chocolate always has soy) and I had no epi pen with me. So I ate it in the supermarket rationalising that there was a pharmacy next door and they'd have one should I begin to die in the supermarket. Anyway it was fine. No soy in the ice cream. However when I walked past the pharmacy it was closed and like. Had a big metal shutter on it and I felt a bit like when you don't see a car coming till its too late but they do see you and stop just in time

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Sandman II

Hyung Line X Reader

Genre: Mystery, Psychological Thriller, Horror

Rated: M

Word Count: 4.2K

Release Date: February 26, 2021 @ 5 p.m. (GMT-5)

“Three years ago, the town was rocked by the disappearance of YN YLN. A bright young girl who had dreams of attending university and becoming a nurse. YN was a kind, shy, studious girl who kept to herself and never caused any troubles associated with teens her age. So imagine her loved ones surprised when she disappears one night from bed - never to be seen again. The strangest part was that all her belongings had been taken, all the photos with her disappeared, and all her social medias deleted. But perhaps most peculiar was the wet sand found at the foot of her bed.”

Warning: Brief mention of death and suicide.

             The first words out of Kim Seokjin's mouth when they reached the car, after having been escorted through the back entrance to avoid the press, were "I'm sorry." YN hadn't even known how to react before Seokjin launched into a full-blown ramble, "I'm so sorry about that YN. I just - I have been so worried. We've all been, and we thought you - but now you're here. They didn't even tell us even though we're listed and to just think about how alone you've been. How confused you must feel -"

           YN placed her hands on top of his which rested on the shift gear, “It’s okay Jin. I understand.” She smiled at him tenderly before her sister’s words flashed through her mind, ‘Isn’t Seokjin the best?! He’s the only man you can truly rely on.’ Instantly YN took her hands off him, folding them on her lap. Now was not the time to dwell on those things. If Seokjin noticed the sudden shift in the air he didn’t comment on it, simply stating: “You’ve always been so understanding.” Before focusing on the road and turning the engine on, driving away. As they exited the parking lot, YN saw all the vans from the news outlets parked outside. Some she recognized, others she didn’t, but what she did notice was a large sign being held up by one of the reporters. It read: Sandman victim finally returns.

           It was as much a shock to me as it was to everyone when Seokjin and I started dating. He wasn’t my type. I can’t say for sure what it was that drew us together - maybe loneliness - or maybe I just liked the way people stared in shock at the fact that someone like him was with someone like me. That didn’t matter though, Seokjin and the others were always there. They were whatever I needed them to be. They would do anything to make me happy, but I wasn’t the only one they treated as special.

           When the car approached the front gate of Nagwon villas YN frowned, “Weren’t we going to the hospital?” The thought of being poked and prodded like a rag doll wasn’t a pleasing one, but she knew disappearing for three years and not remembering anything didn’t bode well. The only thing that could give a hint at what she’d endured, and why she’d forgotten, was her body. Seokjin shrugged, “I know you aren’t a big fan of doctors, so I asked Namjoon for a favor.” Namjoon? She wasn't sure she was ready to see Namjoon or any of them for that matter. She hadn't even thought about seeing Jin until he showed up. ‘He’s like something out of a fairy tale, isn’t he? A knight in shining armor.’ YN shook her head, don't think about her or you'll start crying like a child again. Everyone in her family had always called her a crybaby, teased her for not being able to hold her emotions in. Right now, though, she felt less like a newborn and more like an overflowed dam. About to break at any second.

           “Are the others going to be there?” Is he going to be there?

           “No, Hoseok is out of town. He should be coming back tomorrow though; I wasn’t sure if you wanted him to know you were back but it's all over the news.”

That wasn't who she was talking about and they both knew it. Still, if Seokjin was being ignorant then it was for a reason; so she went along with it. "Shouldn't it be Namjoon's dad?"

Seokjin glanced at her from the corner of his eye, “Namjoons a doctor now, babe. It’ll be him you’re seeing.” Perhaps still sensing her hesitance he continued, “Don’t worry his family has a private practice in their house for situations like this.”

“You’re all still friends?” She asked, looking outside the window at the passing houses. They passed several houses she recognized, having been inside a couple of them. Nagwon kids always threw the best parties; likely due to their houses being huge and the large amounts they could spend on booze. Her sister would always drag YN to one when she was stuck babysitting, at first she’d just sit around on her phone. Things became easier when they started hanging out with the guys though: there was always Hoseok to crack jokes, Namjoon to talk random things about, and Seokjin to offer whatever it was she needed. Yoongi was always there too, but they wouldn’t talk much just sit in silence.

“Of course, why wouldn’t we be? The best of friends.” There was no sarcasm or humor in his voice, he meant it. Maybe he truly didn’t care? Or three years was a long time to hold onto a grudge especially when the two at-fault for their problems disappeared from their lives. That’s probably why. With YN and her sister out of the way, things had gone back to normal for the men. Nonetheless, it felt like nothing between Seokjin and YN had changed, but that couldn't be true. It's been three years. That statement was difficult for her to wrap her head around, but it didn’t make it any less true. It had been three years and yet Seokjin acted like they hadn’t spent a single day apart. Her mind filled with questions and doubts, so much so she couldn’t help but ask.

“Did we hang out the night I disappeared?”

Seokjin took his hands off the wheel, she hadn’t even noticed the car had stopped, the look he gave her was a mixture of incredulity and hurt. “No, we didn’t. You told me you didn’t want to see me again.” His voice was tense, ears getting red the way they did whenever he was upset. “Don’t you remember?”

I did tell him that. She hadn't meant it of course, but YN tended to lash out when she felt cornered. Thinking back now, she remembered her cruel words how she had blamed Seokjin for something that was both their fault. The pain on his face and the desperation in his tone as he begged for her to forgive him, only for YN to kick him out and shut the door.

"I forgot. I'm sorry, Jin." She pressed her fingers into her palm, hoping the pain would take things off her mind.

“Hey.” Jin’s fingers gently gripped the bottom of her chin, “It’s okay. I forgive you, let’s just not talk about it again okay?” He pressed a quick kiss to the side of her head.

YN breathed deeply before unlocking the door and getting out. The Kim's large beige mansion stared down at her - it was the first time she’d been there, and the nerves were eating her up. Namjoon will probably have a lot of questions too. She had barely managed to get through one of Officer Taehyung’s questions before having a panic attack, YN had no idea how she would brave against Namjoon. With nerves clouding her senses she failed to notice the black motorcycle parked on the curve, slightly obscured by the shrubs. Had she YN would have avoided walking into a trap.

"Heard you got your ass whooped by Min." Jungkook laughed, as he sat on the edge of Taehyung's desk. "Did he take you over his knee and make you count to ten?" At that, a couple of others nearby chuckled. Taehyung rolled his eyes, "If he hears you, he'll take you over his knee." Jungkook shoved him softly, though 'softly' in this case meant Taehyung almost fell off his chair. Deciding to ignore him this time, he focused once again on the small font on his computer. Several minutes passed before Jungkook spoke again, "Is this about YN? If you're looking through the case files you won't find anything useful. Trust me, everyone in this room has gone through it multiple times."

There was a reason there was press lined up outside, nothing sold quite like a morbid story. ‘Girl disappears from her bed in the middle of the night with no trace behind’ had a nice hook to it. Taehyung had already been in the academy when it happened, but he was still shocked - especially once he found out it had happened in his hometown. Nothing ever happened in this town, they called it paradise for a reason. Yet someone had broken into the YLN family home and stolen a girl straight from her bed, nothing left behind but a bit of wet sand.

“It doesn’t hurt to look again, plus now we might get somewhere that she’s back. Find out who did it.” Taehyung scrolled down and started looking at all the pictures, he’d have to swing by the evidence locker later to see what they still had left physically.

“I’m just surprised the sister didn’t do it, given everything -”

Taehyung spun around quickly in his chair, “Don’t say that. Minsuh loved that kid, she’d never do anything to hurt her.”

“Yeah well that’s not what I heard,” Jungkook said matter-of-factly. “I know it isn’t good to speak ill of the dead, but Minsuh wasn’t as dignified as her name suggested.”

Taehyung turned away from the young cop, “Look you’re wasting my time and I have to focus on this case. YN’s going to come back tomorrow and we need to build a timeline, can’t do that without all the facts so just go away.”

Jungkook sighed, “Sorry man. I know the two of you were close,” Jungkook had seen how uncomfortable Taehyung had gotten when YN brought up him dating her sister. “But you know I’m not the only one that thinks so. Regardless, everyone knows it's not true now so there’s that.”

It doesn’t matter, Taehyung wanted to say, she died with everyone in this town thinking she was a murderer. Nothing will ever change that. Instead, he remained quiet, eyes focused on the computer screen. Gaze focused intensely on the pictures of YN’s bedroom as if they would wield together a logical story that would explain where she’d been this whole time.

Everyone in school had a crush on Namjoon. Smart Namjoon. Sweet Namjoon. Dimpled cheeks Namjoon. Girls and guys would swoon over him, talking about how they would love to feel his chest or sit on his thighs. They were all fools. Ah, yes, Kim Namjoon may look harmless but it's always the quiet ones you have to look out for.

It truly was a private practice, equipped with all sorts of equipment one might find in a typical emergency room. YN wondered why they would ever need something like that. Maybe high clientele? Though the closest things to celebrities that lived in this town were both Seokjin and Namjoon's families, then Jung's, and the Min's. Namjoon wasn't there when they first arrived but appeared quickly enough, the gentle smile on his face reminded YN of simpler times. "How are you?" It dawned on her then that was the first time she'd been asked the question. She'd been plagued by 'where were you?' 'how are you alive?' and 'I'm sorrys' since she'd woken up. No one ever thought to ask how she was.

“I’ve been better.” YN answered softly, afraid that if she spoke anymore, she would break down again. The men in the room seemed to read between the lines without her elaborating further. Seokjin squeezed her hand, “Well, I’ll give you two some privacy. I’ll be right outside if anything happens, okay?” Before YN could respond Jin once again kissed her forehead before walking away. Leaving her alone in the stark white room with Namjoon, who leaned against a medical bed. His left hand patting the space beside him, “Let’s talk YN.” She grimaced slightly. “You’re in a safe space YN. You know me I would never do anything to hurt you and Seokjin is right outside if you need him. We’re your family.”

Family. They had been a sort of family, the five of them: always hanging out, sharing stories, meals, and memories. It didn't matter that she was much younger or that the only reason she was tolerated was that Minsuh was dating Seokjin. They had always been kind, always been loving, always been there. Even when her actual family wasn't. They’re all I’ve got… at least until dad comes. Once she sat down the doctor offered a genuine smile, it reminded her of all the times the two would stay up late studying at the library. A warmth that eased away from the chill she'd had all day lead to the first genuine smile on her face, “Thanks Namjoon.”

“I told you to call me Joon remember?” His broad shoulder playfully brushed YN’s, before he began conducting his examinations.

      “You know being clandestine isn’t your strong suit.” Kim Seokjin leaned against the black LeoVince Racer waiting for his friend to exit from the back of Namjoon's private practice. Min Yoongi looked like he hadn't slept for days and had the corners of his lips turned upward in a way that was half-way between a snarl and a smirk. "I'd beg to differ." Yoongi responded, approaching the man as he adjusted white medical papers into his jacket's hidden pockets.

Seokjin eyed them carefully, “If you’re caught with those you could face serious trouble.”

Yoongi laughed, “Who’s going to catch me? The sheriff?”

           Seokjin rolled his eyes, empty threats and warnings weren’t going to change anything. “What do the papers say?” He tried to grab them, but Yoongi blocked his hand easily. Maneuvering Seokjin off his bike so he could get on it.

           "Ask the doc or her. She doesn't keep secrets from you." Yoongi's eyes were cold and his voice lacked the playfulness present before. Seokjin knew better than to press his buttons any further, "Go before she sees you." Not that it mattered much, YN would be face to face with all of them soon - a reunion was inevitable. Nonetheless, Yoongi was a sore spot for her; the more Seokjin could delay their meeting the more things could go according to plan.

        “So you’re officially a doctor?” YN asked as Namjoon finished up drawing the last of her blood. They'd done all types of x-rays, physical, and psychological examinations to check her well-being. No words had been shared between the two, but the silence was beginning to bother her.

“Well, yes and no. Still must finish my residency, but I have most of the hours done.” Namjoon replied nonchalantly.

Whenever the subject had come up before Namjoon had dreaded having to take over the family business, feeling it was a role he was being pushed into. Guess things have changed. “I thought you didn’t want to be a doctor.”

He shrugged in response, “I guess I finally understood why my dad loved it so much. Medicine, biology, psychology, chemistry are all things that are useful.”

“You became a doctor became because it was useful? That doesn’t make much sense.” YN chuckled as Namjoon placed a bandage on the inside of her arm. He chose not to reply immediately, instead, holding up a lollipop that was inside his pocket. She took it with little thought. “Little makes sense in life. Human beings are just inherent paradoxes.” Minsuh always said that. It was one of the things the two sisters never agreed on. Minsuh always argued that people could still technically be considered ‘good’ no matter what they did. YN disagreed. Can’t do bad things and still be a good person. Namjoon clapped his hands together, signaling they were done and proceeded to help YN off the bed.

“Thanks, Joon.” She shot him a smile which she hoped looked more sincere than it felt. Though tensions didn’t run as high with Namjoon as they did with the others, it didn’t mean it was smooth sailing. Namjoon, like always, understood exactly what she meant and didn’t push. “Of course, YN. Anything for you.” With the promise her results would be ready in a couple of days, he sent her back on her way.

When she exited Seokjin was waiting outside with a furrow on his brow. Now what? YN didn’t know where else to go from here, what else to do, it felt like she’d hit a roadblock. I could go back home. Was that place even home anymore? Without her family, furniture, memories – could she return, or would it be too painful? Was she even allowed to return? It had looked abandoned when she’d been inside, so certainly YN wasn’t trespassing.

“It’s okay YN. You can stay at mine until we figure something out. I wouldn’t want you out of my sight anyway, it’s dangerous.”

It didn’t sit right with her to rely on Seokjin so much – or be under the same roof as him – but she would be lying if she said it didn’t ease her anxiety. “You’ve already done so much. I couldn’t ask that of you.” Her hands were shaking as she said the words, but even if she wanted to say yes immediately. YN couldn’t be selfish.

“No, I haven’t. Trust me.”

Before YN could ask what he meant Seokjin took hold of her wrist gently pulling her to the car.

Jung Hoseok. Lovely Hoseok. Funny Hoseok. Sweet Hoseok. The boy whose smile lights up the sky and everyone just gravitates towards him. No one could ever dislike him. Mr. Popular always putting others before himself. Dear sweet Hobi is an angel sent from heaven, but he isn’t as innocent as he seems. People tend to forget Lucifer was god’s favorite before he fell from the sky.

“Honestly was it really necessary to put on this whole show?” Hoseok wiggled his wrists causing the handcuffs to jingle against the table. Taehyung’s face remained stoic as he proceeded to read from the file. “A bit strange isn’t that YLN YN returns when you just so happen to out of town, Mr. Jung.” His eyebrow arched highly, Hoseok would’ve laughed if not for the situation he was in. “No it isn’t. I take a family trip around this time every single year detective. I told this to the sheriff three years ago and I’ll repeat this now.” He leaned forward the mirth gone from his mouth, “I had nothing to do with what happened to YN. I wouldn’t hurt her or anyone else for that matter.” Hoseok sighed, leaning back on the uncomfortable chair. “Look officer, I know its procedure and the prime suspect is always the boyfriend, but it wasn’t me.”

Even if Taehyung doubted that with every fiber of his being, he had nothing else to go off on. Jung Hoseok’s alibis were airtight, had always been, not to mention it would be extremely out of character for him to harm a bug – much less orchestrate something to this degree. It had been reckless to ask for him to be picked up from the city, but today had been a long day and there were just too many coincidences for the investigator to ignore. “Very well Mr. Jung. You’re free to go but I suggest you don’t leave town on another family vacation any time soon.” He reached towards his belt, taking out the keys and uncuffing Hoseok. Taehyung was on a tight schedule anyway; it would only be a matter of time before the sheriff returned from his lunch break. Seeing his son’s best friend in handcuffs would only cause Taehyung to be even more reprimanded.

With the cuffs off him, Hoseok stood up, stretching his lithe limbs. "You used to call me Hyung remember? Back when you were desperate for Minsuh and you to be a thing." Taehyung recalled having felt the need to please her friends to get her to look twice at him. Where’s this coming from? Hoseok looked down at him with cold eyes, "You know we never blamed you for how you reacted to things ending Tae. Heartbreak can make a man go crazy after all." The tension in the room was palpable when suddenly a smile broke out on Hoseok's face. "Sorry, it was silly of me to bring that up. We were all kids after all." With that he walked away from the desk and opened the door, turning around just enough to wink at Taehyung before the door closed completely.

Hoseok felt his phone vibrate inside his pants and rolled his eyes, without even looking he knew who it was. Taking the phone out, he swiped right and immediately spoke. “Yah, you won’t believe what just fucking happened. Where are you anyway?”

“Sorry it isn’t much.” Seokjin apologized as he handed YN the pile of clothes. “Tomorrow we’ll go shopping for essentials.” YN shook her head, “Thanks, I don’t need much. My dad shouldn’t take too long in coming to get me anyway.” She placed the clothes on the banister in the bathroom, content to finally be able to shower and become clean. It had been a long day, some soap and water might not wash the pain away, but she could pretend it would. There was another thing weighing on her mind, a thought that would simply not go away. For as kind as Seokjin had always been with her, even he had his limits. This behavior felt a bit out of character with the person she knew – the one she remembered.

“Why are you doing all this Jin?”

The man in question froze as if stunned, "What do you mean?" His dark brows furrowed, his lips turning down into a grimace.

“Going to see me, Namjoon, letting me stay over. All of this,” she gestured to the bathroom which had been prepared with candles, bath bombs, and calming music. It’s out of character for you. Kim Seokjin had never really been the romantic type, caring yes, but not sentimental. “Is it out of guilt?” Is it out of pity? YN may not remember what happened the night she disappeared, but that summer would forever remain ingrained in her head. "Do you blame yourself for what happened?" Or are you doing this because you feel responsible? Which one was it? Maybe all of them combined?

Seokjin ran a hand through his hair, “Yes.” Without elaborating anymore, he walked out of the bathroom shutting the door behind him.

             When YN walked out of the bathroom she felt much better. All of the day’s events had worn her thin and she was ready to head straight to bed, but not without seeking Seokjin out and confronting him. Yes? Yes, to what exactly? Everything? She hadn’t been able to find the house slippers she’d borrowed, so she traveled through the house and down the stairs barefoot. Barely making any sound. She could hear loud audio coming from the living room and voices on the other side where the library was. Though she could recognize Seokjin as one of the voices, her feet dragged her to the living room, nonetheless. Deeming it better to wait until he was done than interrupting what sounded like an important conversation.

           The couch had been changed into a leather sectional angled towards the screen as had more of the décor. It looked less like a family home and more like a bachelor pad now if YN was honest. Seokjin the bachelor. He had always had someone attached to his side whether it be a dancer, cheerleader, private school girl, and eventually her sister. What about you? YN shook her head, wanting the thought to disappear as quickly as it had appeared. The television distracted her once she picked up on what was being said. It was a newsreel showing a bleached blonde with shiny hair and pouty lips holding a microphone. Behind him was YN’s home, or what used to be, in the dead of the night it looked eerie. After basic introductions the news anchor began speaking:

           “Three years ago, the town was rocked by the disappearance of YN YLN. A bright young girl who had dreams of attending university and becoming a nurse. YN was a kind, shy, studious girl who kept to herself and never caused any troubles associated with teens her age. Imagine her loved ones surprised when she disappears one night from bed - never to be seen again. The strangest part was that all her belongings had been taken, all the photos with her present disappeared, and all her social medias were deleted. Perhaps most peculiar was the only substantial evidence found by investigators was wet sand found at the foot of her bed.”

           “Try as they investigators could find nothing that could tell them what had happened to YN. Then a year later tragedy struck once more when on the anniversary of YN’s disappearance, YLN Minsuh – her older sister - took her and her mother’s life in a murder suicide. YN’s father who was present that night managed to survive. Many people took this to be an admission of guilt on the sister’s part, for the two had never had the best relationship. Though with no note, the case had no choice to remain open. Thankfully for a miracle would occur. Almost three years to the day, YN has returned to the exact spot of her disappearance. Residents and audiences nationally are overjoyed, and hope justice can now be served. Stay tuned as this tragic twisted tale continues to unfold. We’ll now switch back over to Bo for sports.”

           A piercing wail left YN’s mouth as she collapsed to the floor. Immediately, she was scooped off the ground into a warm embrace. “Jin?” She cried, but when she met the eyes of her savior the round hazel she was expecting was instead met with sharp feline ones. "Yoongi?!"

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[calamitynight]

Yatori week 2018 - Mortality/Strength {Day 5}

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Notes: Had a tough time trying to figure out how to do this...Hidden by the chaos occurring in the heavens Father kidnaps Hiyori. He takes this opportunity to create a game with his son, Yato. He must find Hiyori before time runs out for her. Teaching him the difference between his immortal life and her mortal soul.  

It never accorded to either of us until now, how fragile human life was. It was so easy to take it away and someone like Yato had known this all too well. Yet he hoped this was just a terrible dream, a nightmare he would soon wake up from. He had taken so many lives in his previous life, but at this moment he wished he knew how to save one. It wasn't long ago since he met the girl that now laid in the hospital bed. He had grown quite attached to her really. The girl that risked her life to save his time and time again. His life wasn't worth saving, he thought that to himself all the time. Not if it meant that innocent people got hurt in the process. Not if it meant that Hiyori got hurt while doing it. He held tightly onto her hand as he cried out to himself. Yukine stood by the corner watching his master unravel. This war had taken what was precious to him, and he needed to find out how to get it back. The girl he had learned to care for was beginning to take her final breaths and it was all because of him.

"What are we going to do Yato?" Yukine sounded so panicked as he spoke his name.

He didn't know what it was, but at that moment he felt something snap. 

"What is there to do?"

"Yato..."

"Maybe we can find her soul...maybe I could name her, then she'll be with us forever. Nothing could ever hurt her again" he threw his head down on the side of the bed. He held onto her hand tightly, but let go once he felt a huge pain arouse on his head. He turned to look at his regalia who had just struck him, his expression full of anger.

"Are you insane! What are you saying!?"

"There's nothing we can do! How are we suppose to find her!? We have not even the slightest idea"

"You find her by trying, you moron!"

"I'm a moron, you're the one that coward at the most important time"

"That was you! I can't cut unless you use me!" Yato smacked his teeth in response. "You need to let your fears go, Yato"

"Like it's that easy..."

"I know it's not, but we have to do it for Hiyori's sake" he watched as tears streamed down Yato's face. "Knowing her, she's probably waiting for you right now. You don't want to keep her waiting, do you?"

"Yukine...when did you become so grown up?"

"One of us has to be" he jabbed back at him. Yato revealed a smile at his retort. "Come on, let's go"

"Yeah, we'll be back Hiyori" he spoke to the empty body on the hospital bed. "We'll find you, hold on and stay strong just a little longer"

        Hiyori sat in the corner of the empty room. She had no idea where she was, and she was beginning to feel light headed. How long has she been gone? Her cord hasn't begun to fade, but she didn't think it was long until it did. A small amount of panic began to take over her. There was something she should be able to do...There had to be. She wasn't going to let this defeat her, not over her dead body. She heard the door creak as it opened. The familiar face cause a shiver up her spine. The thought of this person making himself acquainted with her friends. Living a life that did not belong to him, it sickened her. He snickered and smirked at her as he lingered closer towards her. She pushed herself back by the strength of her legs. He raised his eyebrow in a form of questioning before letting out the sound of his laughter.

"I'm not going to hurt you" He assured her. "I just wanted to play a game with my dear son. Sadly that game happened to involve you in it" he put down a tray that contained food on its surface. "There's nothing wrong with it, it's safe to eat, promise..." He let out a sigh. "Of course that's only if you chose to believe me"

"What do you mean you want to play a game with Yato?" Hiyori finally spoke.

"I only wanted to see how far I could break him"

"Why would you want to see that?"

"There is so much you just don't know. Hiyori Iki"

"Yato will come looking for me"

"I'm counting on that. How long with it take him? that's part of the game. How much is he willing to risk for you?"

"I know he'll find me"

"You have that much trust in my Yabuko"

"I believe in Yato" she stared at him with burning eyes.

"Well, you only have a certain amount of time before your cord disappears. I suggest you try to have a good time while you're here" He pushed himself up to his feet. He stood at the door as he looked back at her one more time. His eyes looked at her fueled with hate before closing the door behind him.

        Hiyori didn't move from where she sat and looked out of the slide door. It was a sunny day out, sometime in the middle of spring. As she stared at the door, she motivated herself to find a way out. Tugging at the looked door it wouldn't budged at an inch. It didn't appear hard or secured at all. Taking a step back she put all her force into a kick. The door fell down with a loud bang. In a panic she froze and waited, but he never came. She could't believe how easy he had made it, that was until she reached the end of the house. As she tried to turn the corner a barrier shot a sharp pain through her body. He was playing with her, because she was also playing a part in his game.

It's been hours since Yato had began to look for her. He watched over at the horizon as the sun began to set. They had looked all over the city and he couldn't find a trace of her. He didn't understand what was coming over him, he felt lost and useless. A large feeling took over him, a feeling of defeat. His father watched from a distance at the shattered look in his sons eyes. He smiled widely as the expression fueled him. The thought of losing one single girl, it was too much for him to bare. He wanted his son to understand, to see clearly the meaning of the mortality humans lived by. The clock was ticking on Hiyori Ikis life, he was certain his son now knew that.

"How long has it been?" Yato asked Yukine as they reached the end of the city. 

"A couple of hours...and there's still no sign of her" He looked down with worry. They sat at the bus bench, he held himself together as he grasped onto it. "What if..."

"We're not going to think of that...We will find her"

        Yato looked up at the setting sun. The sky was becoming a rose color mix with a soft purple. It was a beautiful sight, but danger was growing with each passing moment. The street lights were beginning to dim on into life. Their surroundings was becoming silent. Night was brewing, he turned to look at Yukine. He was shaking as he stared down at the ground. Was it of fear or anger? the answer could have definitely been both. He stared up at the phantoms flying around. They weren't paying much attention to them, at least not yet. Then he saw it, a big one diving down from the clouds. 

"Sekki!" He called out with a loud roar. 

He jumped up as the street was destroyed from its impact. He would have believed this was a regular one, but it seemed stronger. As he began to fight, he finally saw it. The white mask sat on top of its head. Once again he was met with a huge mess. A mess he did not have any time for. As he cut through it and fought it, he watched as the sky became darker. This was taking away his time to find Hiyori. Also as the sky darken the weaker Yukine became. He didn't get mad at this, he understood that he was scared. Scared of the dark and scared of not finding Hiyori. He understood all of this because at this very moment, he was afraid of losing any more time. He landed on top of a light post and tugged onto Sekki's bandages. He felt Yukine react to this motion.

"I know you're scared right now" he commented.

"What!? I'm not scared"

"Right now is not the time to try to be acting all tough" Yukine did not respond. "Look it's fine if you are, but right now I need you to focus" He watched as the phantom looked around for them. It was bigger than usual, a tall green colored monster. "I know a phantom like this is no match for you. Think about fighting it, and don't think about anything else"

"Yato..."

"I get it, but if we take any longer than we need to, we might not make it to Hiyori" He grabbed a tight hold of the blades. "So, you ready?" he smiled as Yukine took a deep breath and smiled with assurance. "Let's go"

It took them longer than usual, but not as long as his father might have wanted it to. He reverted Yukine back to his human form and let out a deep breath. He turned to his regalia. He wasn't sure of what to do, he wasn't certain if he wanted to take him anymore. He knew this had to involve his father, there was no doubt about it. After being attacked by a mask phantom, he knew where to search now.

"I think I know where Hiyori is"

"What? Really!?" Yukine's eyes light up for the first time that whole day. "What are we waiting for then? We have to go" Yato didn't respond. "why aren't you saying anything Yato"

"I need you to understand something-" he was cut off as multiple phantoms began to attack. This was going to be along night. A night Yato had no time for.

        Hiyori watched as the sun rise in the Horizon. It's already been a day, maybe even longer than that. She had no idea how long she's been stuck in this room. Her body had began to feel heavy, it also appeared harder for her to breathe. Her cord, she was afraid to look at it, but she could only image how it looked as it faded.  The door creaked open for the first time on that morning. She was prepared for the voice that belonged to the man who had taken her. Yet was she received shocked her even more. Nora stood at the door, she glared down at her. Even so she held the tray that had her food on it. She walked towards her and put the tray down. Now crouched beside her, she let out a smile.

"You look so tired" her voice was still the same high pitched tone. It brought shivers to her. "Your eyes, their color is fading. The lids look very heavy and you have dark circles under them" she smiled. "Perhaps you should close them, maybe you're just tired...or are you afraid you might not wake up"

"He'll come for me"

"Yato seems to be a bit preoccupied right now. Even if he did find you, there is no guarantee that he'll make it in time"

"I won't close my eyes, not until I get back to my own bod-" she grabbed a hold of her throbbing head. 

"Even the living have to wither and die" she spoke so calmly about death as she shut the door.

"I'm not going to give up. I just have to hold on, until Yato finds me"

She managed to eat what little she could. She chugged down all of the water, she was so thirsty. Her body had become unbearably heavier than before. Hiyori couldn't hold herself up anymore, she laid herself down onto the hard wooden floor. It was cold to her touch, she was just as cold. Her eyes felt so dry and she could barely keep them open. It was all going to be okay, she repeated it to herself over and over. Hiyori thought back to the day before, to what got her into this mess. The words Fujisaki-no Yato's father spoke to her.

"You see what you've made my Yabuko do" His father sounded so angry as he held her down. He had his hand underneath her chin and pulled her head up. He forced her to stare at the fight happening above her. "He's gone against heaven, He's gone against me" There was so much bloodshed, so many wounded. Heaven that was once peaceful was in chaos. "All of this is your fault. He thinks because he had you he doesn't need me anymore" He pulled her up and began to drag her away. "How long does he think he can live off of a mortal? I'll show him, to trust in a mere human is insane"

With all the commotion that was happening around them, she wasn't surprised that Yato didn't notice. That as he fought with heaven, his father was long retreated from the fight. He attacked her from behind, she never saw him coming. The minute she had gone out of her body, she was taken away and locked inside this room.

       Yato stood in front of the old cabin in the woods. He held tightly onto Yukine's sword form. This was it, Hiyori had to be here, he thought to himself. There was nowhere else she could be. There was no doubt in his mind that father was behind this. He began to walk towards the door, but soon stopped. He stopped at the sound of a drop, he looked around but didn't see her anywhere. He turned back towards the door and there she now stood. Nora in her bright white glow, her eyes cunning, her stare as sharp as a knife. Her lips formed into a satisfied smile, an embodiment of a devil. 

"It seems like you finally reached your mark" she commented with a smile.

"Where is she?"

"You always were impatient Yato" he glared at her, his eyes glowed bright with anger. "That's a beautiful look in your eyes. Father would love to see that"

"I'll show him more than my glare. Tell me, Where is Hiyori!?"

She stepped aside from the doorway. "X marks the spot" Yato walked up the stairs and stopped beside her, he was ready to attack if need be. "Happy hunting"

Those were her last words as he walked into the house. Many times has he been brought to his home, force to do jobs he didn't want to do. Terrible memories resided underneath this roof. It was cold as he walked down the empty hallway. Somehow no matter how far in he walked, it seemed never ending Every room he checked was empty. There was no sign of her. He punched the wall in frustration, was he just wasting his time her. Was she not here at all? No, one thing he knew about Nora was that she never lied to him. She said he had reached his mark, and dammit he wasn't going to miss it. He stopped in front of the last door. He remembered Nora's last words as a huge black X was marked over it. He tried to open, but to no avail it was sealed shut. Was it an incantation? It couldn't be just a simple lock. He began to knock on the door. 

         Hiyori heard the pounding from the other side. With much effort she managed to crawl herself towards it. She smacked her palm against it, hurting herself in the process. She had become so weak, yet she forced herself to hold on.

"Did you hear that?" Yukine asked.

"Yeah, Hiyori are you in there?" He knocked again, but he didn't receive a response. Not a verbal one at least as the pounding kept coming from the other side. "It has to be her...I'm getting you out of there, alright" as he twirled the swords in his hand he positioned himself. "Move away from the door Hiyori!"

"There's no need for that" Yato turned at the sound of a young smooth voice. He gripped on to Yukine as his father came into view. "I think it's time anyway, I'll just open the door for you"

"What are you playing at?"

"Oh nothing, I just wanted to show you something, that's all"

"You kidnapped Hiyori"

"That I did"

"You'll pay for that" as Yato swung he stopped right before he hit his father staff that appeared in his hand.

"Here's the deal. If she's still alive and kicking, you can get out of here. If she's not, then I want you to stop acting stupid and come home to me and Mizuchi"

"What do you mean if she's still alive?"

"I wanted to show you, that you can't trust in a human to be your life line. You can't possibly be that dense. Humans are not immortal like I am" he grabbed a hold of the door "Ready?" Yato did not respond, but he opened the door anyway.

The door opened wide to show Hiyori down on the floor. She appeared to not be moving, to not be breathing at all. Yato ran passed his father and Nora, he threw his body down to the floor. He grabbed hold of her and turned her away. Her face was pale and her body was cold. Her cord also appeared to be gone. He called out to Yukine and he reverted back to normal. He also felt her body, it was now limp and she showed no sign of waking up.

"Hiyori" Yato called out. "Come on, this isn't funny, Hiyori!"

"You see it now Yato, what father is trying to show you" Nora's voice sounded joyful.

"Shut up" he cried out.

"The difference between you and her. You do everything to not lose her. Try so hard to keep her by your side. You fail to realize that she's always destine to leave you. Either by choice or in death. Mortality is just that fragile. Come back home now, father is tired of waiting"

"That's enough Mizuchi...So we made a deal, stop this rebellious act" He looked down at Yukine. "Yukine can stay too, as long as he listens"

"Yato, what are we going to do? She isn't right? Hiyori can't really be dead" Yukine pleaded as he watched Yato's eyes become darker. "Hey, Yato" 

Yato put her back down onto the floor as he rise to his feet. "Yukine..." He sounded harsh and defeated.

"Wa-wait..." the voice was soft and low. Hiyori's body finally moved. Her eyes opened slightly.

"No, there's no way" Nora commented with shock. "But how?"

"It was your mistake...to think of me as weak" Yato dropped to his knee and helped her sit up. "I just needed to close my eyes, that's all"

"But you weren't responding" Yukine added.

"Not going to lie, it was hard keeping a hold of myself"

"NO! you shouldn't still be here. I kept you long enough" His father looked like he was about to erupt. "I won't stand for this"

"A deal is a deal!" Yato yelled out. "She's fine, now let her go"

"Father..."

"No, he's right, but don't think this is over Yabuko"

            Yato picked up Hiyori, throwing her onto his shoulders. They walked out the room with Yukine guarding their backs. They looked back as they reached the main entrance. The both of them didn't hide their anger, as they watched them walk away from them. Yato warped them away as fast as he could. They landed inside of the hospital room. Hiyori patted him gently asking to let her go. As she walked towards her body, he could see the small amount of what was left of her cord. It was almost gone, barely noticeable to the naked eye. She turned back to look at them and smiled.

"I'm going to take a long nap" She commented happily. "I'm so tired" they nodded in agreement as they watched her spirit fall into her body. 

The heart monitor beat finally at a normal speed. Yato sat down on the seat beside her and grabbed a hold of her hand and squeezed.

"Thank you, Hiyori...for being so strong" he said with a smile.