don't you forget about me.

i started vacation today! i’ll be on later in the week, but i’m going to be busy for these first few days hanging out with my friends. 

haven’t seen them in ages, so it’s nice. i’m hella excited.

can’t be on my laptop or devices in the presence of such greatness so ya know. 

such a cute anime

i had a coool time at my friend’s birthday party yesterday

have some anime

hi there nice anon! this lovely boi is the famous bloodedge jr.

mr. naoto kurogane from blazblue

“That’s … pretty deep, Leone…” he mutters, holding his cheek against a closed fist. Yato shuts an eye, and sighs.

“IT WASN’T A ROCK!”

“… Pfft, who are you lady?” he asks, rather rhetorically. He doesn’t really care. Yato smacks the butt of the sword out of his way, and stuffs his hands into his pockets. He lets out an audible huff and looks off to the side.

Sig winces, pained body stinging as he was picked up. Yet, he breathes a sigh of relief as he’s released from the bricks that were once crushing his bones, a weak smile coming onto his face for a moment as if thanking the older for saving him. It would soon fade as the pain took a fierce grip on him again as he was cradled. The bloodied fingers of his demonic arm grab onto Yato’s scarf, tears streaming down his face as he tries not to let out a groan. He needed something physical to hold onto now…

At the other’s request to not speak and waste his energy on words, he can’t help but shake his head. Speaking is all he can do to help here. It’s all he knows he can do other than stay conscious. It’s the only way he thinks he can help himself and Yato in this absolutely horrid situation. It’s the only way he thinks he can save himself.

“Mm… Hmm…”

He nods weakly at the question, hand letting go of the scarf as he uses it to point. Even his absent and now clouded ride knows a bumpy ride awaited him but he also knows it won’t last long. He just needed to hold on until they got there, even if just jumping up to a rooftop made him want to cough up heaven knows what. He knows the pain won’t last long once they got to his home… He knows whose waiting for him to come back.

He can only hope they forgive him for coming home like this.

He can hope Yato forgives him for this.

Head shakes again as the God states he did nothing wrong. He feels he must’ve done something to warrant this, but he cannot recall what he could’ve done to be given such punishment. He’s not upset that he ended up like this, but rather upset that he must’ve done something horrible to end up like this…

No part of him would blame Yato for this.

He forgives him.

“It… Okay… ‘m… Sorry for… Doing bad… To get this…”

There’s pauses between words, shallow breathing following. He can’t seem to be able to think out coherent sentences right now… Eyes have closed as he continues to point Yato towards home.

He doesn’t need to see where he’s going anymore. It’s not hard to miss a house that’s away from others, slightly worn down with all windows open and vines growing along the walls. It’s surrounded by trees and is the perfect place for a bug lover to live… If one of its residents wasn’t nearing death in the arms of a God.

There isn’t enough damn time in the world for this. Not for this. As fast as the God is, the clock he races against is the clock of death. A cruel mistress, taking what she wants, when she wants. Time is nothing. Yet time is all. Sig’s life hangs in the balance... it’s a scale that he can’t see staying steady. Not for long. Not until someone FIXES this. 

How could this have happened? How could it have come to this? Just a few days ago, Sig and Yato were the best of friends... like family. Brothers. But a bout of stupidity on Yato’s part... not just one, but two instances... caused CALAMITY to ensue. This was his fault, he ponders. 

This was his fault.

As the boy points ahead, Yato rushes along. The rooftops are quicker. His jumps are high- fast. Perhaps time... perhaps death is on his side this time. He pays no attention to the boy in his arms, lest he falls. Yet... he hears his gentle, failing voice whisper out to him.

His jaw tightens, and his chest heaves. The gears in the God’s head twist and turn as the moment passes them by. 

Yato shudders- shivers, even. He shakes his head.

“Shut up, Sig... damn it...” he whispers in reply. He’s fighting the tears that punch his eyes like a boxing glove. But if he cries now... he won’t cause more grief for the boy. Not today.

“You didn’t do a damn thing... you didn’t do a damn thing...” Yato finds himself repeating. “Just hang on, buddy... please...”

The God lands himself onto the ground. There’s a path... empty. Perhaps this is where he’s supposed to go..? Sig seemed the type to be isolated from the world... this seems the most logical spot. He smiles slightly to himself, as he steps into the sanctuary. Covered by trees... bugs. This must have been heaven for the little boy.

Yato shakes his head. Get a grip, you dumb God. 

Running forward, he slams open their front door with a shout.

w-whaaaa–! 

thank you so much oh my gosh lakdgljkagm ;3;

puts on sunglasses

    She had been left in the dark about the deal between Yato and the God-Hunters, for whatever reason, something about keeping her safe from it all.  Even in his arms, she feels like he’s holding something back, hiding something from her about the whole ordeal.  Her embrace is tighter, as if he might disappear if she thinks of easing her wrapped arms around her husband.  HUSBAND, it was an odd feeling, a delightful feeling to even think of the words - from a Lioness who didn’t believe she would ever have a FAMILY of her own.

    “ Yato,” she murmurs, of course the wife was going to worry.  She frowns unimpressed even with his sweet kiss, his gentle handling of the Lioness before him.  These GOD HUNTERS had planted a bomb near their home - she looks down at her feet, eyes firmly planted on her stomach.  She had been so excited to get home, to share the SPECIAL news with Yato and yet instead she had come home to this.

    Tears burn and prickle in her eyes as she keeps herself firmly situated right where she stood, not moving even when he tries to divert her attention.  If they were to have a family together, these people needed to stop their attacks.  “ Please,” she quietly begs, with her voice with her stance.  Begs for him to promise her things will be alright, BEGS for him to promise her this won’t happen again, begs for their family to be safe.

    Without looking up she pulls him back to her, pressing his hand into her cheek.  Her eyes drift their way to meet his beautiful blue eyes, so vivid, so full of life.  What if something had happened to him in that explosion ?  The held back tears leak their way through, burning trails down her soft cheek, as wife stares at her husband.

If Leone learned the truth... that Yato had offered to slay the remaining Gods in order to live out their days together... he’s unsure of how she would take it. Some God of Fortune he was. Killing was wrong no matter what the situation... and bringing hell upon Earth was even worse. Without Gods to clean up the Ayakashi, humanity became corrupt.

Civil unrest, murder-sprees and anarchy plagued the streets of Japan-- of the world. Peace was far and between. Yato and Leone’s farm was a sanctuary, thriving on the business of good-natured people. Perhaps the only ones with good hearts still in the bunch.

Sure, thieves were always a threat, but petty dunces were no match for the two of them. But God-Hunters...

Yato turns his back to his WIFE, attempting to move to the kitchen. But Leone... she’s quiet. It unnerves him. He understands... it’s a lot to take in. But as he stares over with worried eyes... he knows it’s so much more.

“Leone...?” he whispers, gently moving to her side. He pulls her in his arms, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other firmly around her back. His hands work gently against her muscle, and he brings his lips to the top of her head. Yato sets a loving, tender kiss to the lion’s mane, and nudges his forehead close. 

“Shhh... hey...” he utters. His voice tickles her skin. His fingers trace into her back. “What.. what is it, love...?”

He watches the tears fall from her beautiful expression... that look of worry, of care. She’s in pain... she’s hurt, but by God, by his heart- he knows for a fact that she loves him. She loves him so much. Yato leans in and presses his lips to her cheek, kissing them away. He won’t dare taint her stained skin with his dirty hands.

“Hey... there’s no time for tears...” the God says, adding a smile. “--everything is going to be okay... I promise... I’m here now... you’re here... we’re SAFE.”

Yato pulls her back into that same tight, loving hug she’s so used to. Affection went a long way... but care... genuine love? That would win the war. He knew it in his bones.

“It’s exactly that! Dragging down others so that you are not the only one! WHY STAY ALONE WHEN YOU SHARE THE FEELING?” She did not care how low it might seem, it would not stop her, her acts out of past hatred would continue.

As he came close once again for a clash she dashed forwards to meet him again, this time however she moved so to smash his blade aside, avoiding another clash. The punch that followed however was something unseen, causing her to stagger and getting caught by the grab.

“Funny how a hypocrite calls another hypocrite out, doesn’t it?” Her eyes stared right into those of Yato, deep within she saw it. A form of destruction, not much different from hers.

“Why are you so desperately trying to be something you aren’t? Did you suddenly gain pity for the people? Pathetic. Defying your purpose is only being more disruptive. You are breaking the balance, and what you get for it is another force working against you to bring it back.”

She could not help but chuckle at the irony, how his fighting against only brought forth worse.

“If anything, be angry at yourself for abandoning your duty and letting someone without hesitation take over. Accept your loss. There is nothing else for you left.”

Her words... they burn him. They drive him to anger- almost infuriating him. Perhaps that’s only half true. The God already rages.. it swells in his chest and forms to his hands. The grip he has on her collar is tight... he won’t dare let go. Not until he makes her see too. Impossible, it seems... she’s already so lost.

“You can’t be serious... wasting your time... wasting it on cruelty... on hypocrisy...” he voices. 

Yato’s eyes lower as his hands start to slack against her. He won’t give up... not now. Not when he’s so close. Despite the empty words she speaks, the wound in his leg, and the thundering roar of lightning above... the God feels safer than ever.

He pulls her hand and pushes it to his chest. His heart beats- thumping gently against her palm. He knows she can feel it. Life. Warmth. Hope. The very things she misses. The very things she steals, and kills. His orbs widen, and his face finally shows the malice his heart deigns to let out.

“You’re wrong... I’m no hypocrite. You’re just damn childish... Life is BIGGER than YOU... bigger than ME,” he seethes out. “I’ve seen the darkness of humanity’s hearts. I’VE BEEN TO HELL AND BACK! I know what it’s like to live without purpose... to have your whole world shattered in an instant!” Yato shouts.

“YOU CAN’T POSSIBLY BE THIS BLIND!” he yells. Perhaps he holds too much faith in the woman. Perhaps it’s his downfall.

“--but maybe that’s the difference between you and I... Instead of wishing that darkness upon others... I fail to see the purpose in causing more chaos and destruction. Not when there’s so little light to go on... not when humanity is dying, killing eachother!!” the God declares, gripping at her hand tight. He spreads her fingers. Thump... thump... ba-bump... 

“Do you feel this..? THIS is what you rip from people’s chest... this is the essence of your very existence... and yet you...” Yato pauses. It... hurts him.