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Bite | Yato | AU

Deviation Actions

Published: Oct 15, 2016

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^{"[Name]!!"

Searing pain and gunfire, the warm splatter of vermilion liquid against your face. You stumbled back just far enough for the bullet to pierce the walking dead-man's skull, falling back onto your rear once released. Just like that, your fate was sealed.

Yukine gasped, his golden hues trembling incredulously. The barrel of his gun was still hot, the smoke and his unwillingness to blink causing his eyes to water. His heart sunk further and further into his stomach, head slowly shaking in minuscule motions.

"N-no..."

You swallowed thick saliva, your palm clasped firmly over the oozing wound. You paled; you felt like you could feel the decease spreading already. It stung, the indentations of teeth swollen and sore with infected bruising. You could tell just by the way the bite felt under your hand that it was beginning to fester.

It was bound to happen eventually. You'd been lucky enough to survive this long, having already watched your family suffer the same fate. Had it not been for Yato and his crew, you would have died a long time ago... You tried to remember if you'd ever properly thanked him. There was a lot you hadn't told him yet, and now you would never get to.

Your gaze met Yunkine, visibly fighting himself. He knew what the right move was. He knew there was no hope for you, and yet he couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger. He couldn't even raise his arm to aim.

"Yukine," your usually calm voice betrayed you. It wavered.

"Th-there has to be something we can do!"

You grimaced and averted your eyes. Slowly, you stood as to not alarm Yukine and proceeded toward the front door.

"Where are you going?"

You paused. Your throat was tightening at the mere thought of facing Yato, but you didn't want your life to end without seeing his face one last time. It may have been selfish, but it was the last request you had. Relationships weren't logical in this horrific age; all that mattered was survival. Yato followed that rule better than anyone, and you'd tried as long as you could.

"I want... to say goodbye."

As you approached the interstate you could hear Yato chipperly praising himself and Hiyori. Despite the sickly feeling in your gut, you managed the smallest smile. At least it sounded like they found some loot worth it's salt. Maybe the others got just as lucky too. At least then, you could die with a little bit of peace.

Yato's ravenette locks were pulled back, revealing his vibrant orbs in all their glory. His hair was much longer than when you first met and he had long since abandoned his jersey outfit. Personally, he had changed so little. He was still so positive and, honestly, goofy outside of killing the undead. Yato never failed to somehow make the apocalypse less eminent.

They all did. You were a family.

When Yato's brilliantly blue orbs met yours, you froze. He grinned ear to ear and squared his shoulders proudly, "Yo! Welcome back~ Took you guys long enough; empty handed too."

"We heard gunfire and were just about to head out to check on you," Hiyori mentioned. She opened her mouth to continue, but when she looked to Yukine's low hanging head she stopped. "H-hey, Yukine... What's wrong?"

You frowned, and the boy's shoulders shook. His sobs hissed through his clenched teeth,

"[Name]... She..."

Yato's brows rose at you, gaze idly falling to your hand covering your wound. His mouth slackened, his eyes widened and his skin paled. He couldn't breathe, the wind was completely knocked out of him.

Hiyori's hands flew to her mouth with a hitched gasp, her rims glistening with moisture.

"I'm sorry..." You muttered morosely.

Yato lunged for you and gripped your shoulders firmly, "How did this happen? Yukine, where were you?!"

Your expression was shadowed by your fringe, "It's my fault, Yato. I turned my back... Had it not been for Yukine, I would have been worse off. I wouldn't have been alive to even tell you goodbye."

Yato choked, his fingers digging into your shoulders.

You forced a smile, "I just wanted to see you one last time."

He was unable speak. In his mind, he was searching for a way to fix this --to save you still. You didn't deserve this. Yato only had himself to blame. He only split the group up to cover more ground, he thought you'd be fine. You'd had closer calls in the past, but you'd always pulled through. He should have sent you with Veena or Kazuma; or better yet, himself.

"I should go... Yato--"

"No," he half growled.

You caught your breath, his eyes solemnly narrowed as he released you.

"I'll do it."

"Yato!" Hiyori cried.

"I'm not going to let her die alone!"

Yukine's fingers curled, and tears trailed through the dirt on his cheeks. All you could do was cup his shoulder, too scared to embrace him completely. You could already feel the virus taking over your body, and you wouldn't risk harming him, or Hiyori for that matter.

You wouldn't argue with Yato's decision. It was better that someone else took your life just in case you weren't quick enough to do it yourself. God forbid, you allow yourself to turn before you could pull the trigger.

"Don't beat yourself up, Yukine," you said.

He shuddered with another sob and flinched when your hand left his shoulder.

You walked silently down the dirt slope and Yato proceeded after you. As if on cue, a grey overcast blanketed the skies as your friends' whimpers faded in the distance. You forced yourself to keep your eyes ahead, to not look back --not even to Yato. Even when you were out of sight from the others, your back remained turned to him.

You knelt to your knees, your weakened body slumping. There was so much you wanted to say, but if you said them now it would only make things harder. A part of you figured he already knew, that three little words didn't need saying. That's what you told yourself, anyway.

A tear rolled from you eye as you heard his pistol click and a shaken snivel hissed through a clenched jaw.

"Don't be mad at him... Okay?"

Yato's shrunken irises trembled much like his grip on the gun. Your neck craned over your shoulder, and he inhaled sharply.

"Don't be mad at yourself, either... You're saving me just by doing this."

"I don't want to save you this way. I never--"

A throaty chuckle bubbled passed your lips and you closed your eyes, "I know."

"Good-bye... [Name]."}