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i was thrilled to write something for @fast-moon for the @noragamisecretsanta2019. i hope you like this silly little slice-of-life, and consider it a sincere ‘thank you’ for all you do for the fandom. <3
we fish you a merry christmas
“That kid doesn’t get out enough,” Daikoku mutters, glancing into the loft where two figures sit eyebrow-deep in a pile of textbooks. Hiyori’s been putting Yukine through his paces as the final year of high school bears down on her, and it wouldn’t surprise Daikoku if she were on the verge of springing a practice test or two on her captive student.
“Whatcha doin’, peeping Tom?”
The voice at his elbow makes Daikoku jump. The goblinish smirk on Yato’s face somehow makes it exponentially more punchable.
“You’re one to talk,” Daikoku snarls. “Has Hiyori forgiven you for your little photo collection yet?”
Yato blanches. “That’s—that’s water under the bridge.”
“Should I remind her of when her sleeping face was your lock screen?”
“Waitwaitwait, I’m sorry, please don’t, Daikoku, I’ll do anything--”
Daikoku grins. That’s more like it.
“Don’t you think he’s lookin’ a little anemic?” he asks, motioning with his head at Yukine, who remains miraculously engrossed in studying despite the disruption right outside the door.
“He gets plenty of that when we’re on jobs,” Yato says in a dismissive tone, before withering like a sunflower under Daikoku’s freezing glare.
“You call scrubbing strangers’ toilets and picking up after your littering ass, ‘getting fresh air?’” he rumbles menacingly.
“What are we saying about your littering ass?” Yukine asks, his head popping into sudden view around the door.
“Respect your elders!” Yato and Daikoku thunder in unison.
: : :
“So where are we going?”
“Somewhere.”
Yukine grimaces.
“You know, Daikoku, it’s not that I don’t totally trust your intentions and all, but sneaking me out of the house, away from both Yato and Kofuku is…well…”
Daikoku grinds his teeth so hard his jaw cracks like a gunshot.
“Kid, for the last goddamn time, I am not a—”
“There you are!” Hiyori trots toward them, a backpack slung over her shoulder and a big, floppy sunhat bouncing with every step. Her arms are bare and freckled, like she’s been spending quite a bit of time outdoors.
“I thought I heard someone yelling,” she says brightly.
“I wasn’t yelling,” Daikoku grumbles.
“You were kind of yelling,” says Nora, silently manifesting right behind Yukine, who curses with such vigor that Daikoku and Hiyori both “shush” him.
“Please don’t do that again,” Yukine gasps, clutching his chest. Nora pats his shoulder in apology.
The four of them continue along the same path for about half an hour, until quite suddenly an arresting view opens up in front of them. It’s a small, sparkling lake, the surface of it as flat and peaceful as a mirror. Rocks, slick with algae, line the shores. Except for the monotone rill of summer insects, it is absolutely silent. To Daikoku, the existence of this place feels like a great miracle.
“Wow,” says Yukine, appropriately awestruck. Hiyori’s eyes are round. “This is so pretty!” she exclaims.
“Lots of fish live here too,” utters a small voice to their left. The three of them turn to see Ebisu, balancing precariously on one of the slippery rocks nearby, a hand shading his eyes as he gazes pensively across the lake.
“I protect this place,” he states almost casually, his eyes fixed somewhere distant across the bright water. “That’s why it can still be so quiet like this, even in the middle of such a big city.”
Hiyori, Yukine, and Nora look to Daikoku, as though expecting him to tell them he’d known this all along. He hadn’t.
Then Ebisu slips.
“Oh!” he cries, as his legs shoot out from under his tiny body. But before he hits either the rock or the slimy surface of the algae, Daikoku springs into action. Plunging shin-deep into the water, he snatches Ebisu from the jaws of what would almost certainly be a nasty concussion.
“Young master!?” Kunimi explodes from the edge of the trees, his face the color of a ripe plum and his suit a wrinkled, muddy disaster. “How did you get so far ahead of me?”
“Your guidepost is shirkin’ his duties,” Daikoku mutters.
“He is still fairly new to his job,” Ebisu says, seeming absolutely unbothered by his own close call with disaster. “He needs a few centuries to get to Iwami’s level.”
Kunimi reaches the edge of the lake and doubles over, heaving with exertion. After he regains his wind, Daikoku strides back to shore and hands Ebisu off to his disheveled guidepost.
“You’ll be joinin’ us then?” Daikoku jerks his head back toward Hiyori, Yukine, and Nora. Hiyori, having seen Ebisu safely back to shore, kneels and begins unpacking her backpack. Yukine and Nora watch as she removes a canister of bait and unfolds a long fishing pole.
“Fishing?” Yukine says incredulously.
“Yeah,” Daikoku says, walking over and taking the rod Hiyori holds out to him. “You three really need some off-time. This is one of the best ways to blow off steam.”
Yukine, looking a touch green, eyes the squirming bait in the canister Hiyori has just uncapped. “Couldn’t we have just played ‘catch’ or something?” he says mournfully.
Daikoku glances at him from the corner of his eye. “You wanna play catch?”
Yukine turns pink. “No! Absolutely not! It was an example! A what-if situation!”
A grin tugs at the corner of Daikoku’s mouth. “Got it, kid.”
After he hands out the fishing rods, it grows quickly apparent to Daikoku that he has severely overestimated the hand-eye coordination, as well as the capacity for silent waiting, of two of his three charges. Hiyori does quite well, having accompanied several summer fishing trips with her father, but not so well that she manages to actually hook anything at the end of her line. Yukine makes miserable noises as he applies the bait to his tackle, then becomes ensnared with his own fishing line and must be untangled by Kunimi. Nora refuses the fishing rod outright, preferring to wade waist-deep into the water, vanish beneath the surface, and reappear seconds later holding a live, struggling fish in each fist.
“Do I win?” she asks calmly.
“This isn’t a—” competition, Daikoku is about to say, but before he can finish, something streaks past him and plummets into the water, churning up waves like a school of piranha.
“If I am to win, I must know the method and the stakes,” comes a voice from the edge of the trees, and Bishamon appears with a small retinue of her shinki.
“Why are they here?” Yukine whispers out of the corner of his mouth to Nora, who is attempting to stack her growing pile of squirming captives against an errant boulder, but mostly succeeding in creating a sort of fish Slip’N’Slide down into the algae.
Nana’s messy head surfaces from the middle of the lake with a splash, and its owner gives a muffled whoop. “Hugh guht wuh!” she crows, teeth clamped around a struggling trout.
Daikoku hauls Nora back from her sixth journey into the lake to capture more innocent fish and plants her firmly next to Yukine with a fishing rod in her hand. “We’re learning with these,” he says emphatically, then begins to shovel her hard-won pile of scaly trophies back into the lake, where they thrash away from the shore as fast as possible, shimmering like little bolts of lightning beneath the water.
“Well then that’s just cheating,” Nora says, pointing at where Ebisu stands at the very edge of the shore, hand held safely in Kunimi’s. The water right in front of him is boiling with eager fish that are nearly throwing themselves onto the rocks at his feet. He leans down, reaches into the foaming mass, and effortlessly pulls out a fish.
“Seriously,” Daikoku says in despair, “Why is everyone here?”
A pink head pops out from behind Bishamon.
“I told them!” Kofuku says gleefully, then launches herself at Daikoku, tackling both of them into the water.
: : :
“So when you heard me say, ‘I’m taking Hiyori, Yukine, and Nora on a quiet fishing trip to the lake,’ what you actually heard was ‘Tell everyone in our circle of acquaintance there’s a big competition at the lake; be there or face eternal dishonor’?”
Kofuku’s wet hair smacks into her face as she nods at Daikoku. “Yep! Pretty much!”
Yukine glares at her, utterly betrayed. “You said you could keep Yato off my case for one day.”
“And I did!” she chirps. Yukine looks pointedly at Yato, who, once he saw Hiyori was trying to fish, could not be persuaded away from joining her. So far all he’s managed is to lose his bait, break a pole, and frighten away every single fish investigating Hiyori’s line.
“Okay,” Kofuku corrects. “But I tried. You didn’t give me enough Umaibō!”
“I gave you fourteen.”
Kofuku shrugs. “He’s insatiable.”
Yukine gazes forlornly down at his fishing pole. “Well, I guess it doesn’t really matter. I’m not gonna be able to catch anything.”
Daikoku grunts. Then he snatches a piece of bait from the canister, stuffs it in his pocket, and steers Yukine away from the crowd of people at the shore. Yato and Hiyori glance up at them as they walk off, and for a moment it looks like Yato wants to follow, but Kofuku (occasionally, if not entirely reliable), throws her arms around his neck and knocks him straight into the water.
“Try here,” Daikoku says, once they’ve reached a quiet stretch of shore on the opposite side of the little lake.
Yukine still looks skeptical. To give him a little nudge in the right direction, Daikoku pulls the bait out of his pocket, picks off the lint, and affixes it to the end of the fishing line.
“Trust me, kid.”
After a few failed casts, Yukine manages to send his line out far enough for any questing fish to bite. He settles down on the rock, and Daikoku crouches next to him, both their eyes searching the ripples.
Several minutes go by. Daikoku clears his throat.
“So…how’s school?”
Yukine’s mouth twitches.
“It’s good. Hiyori’s kinda strict, but she’s really smart and knows how to explain stuff.”
Daikoku rubs his chin. “Great,” he mutters. “That’s great.”
Yukine snorts quietly. “You know, it’s okay with me if we just sit here and fish in silence.”
Daikoku deflates in relief. “Thank god.”
After a few more minutes of wordless waiting, Yukine’s shoulders seem to loosen.
“I think you were right about blowing off steam,” he admits. “This is…nice. Even if I don’t catch anything.”
The edges of Daikoku’s mouth soften. “It ain’t so much about the catching,” he says. “It’s more about the sitting.”
Not particularly profound advice, but Yukine nods solemnly, like it’s the truest wisdom he’s ever heard.
I found it over on Fast-Moon's tumblr page! I was downloading some Noragami chapters they had posted for my edits and came across it. Here's a link below!
I’d accidentally been calling this “Shucchouhen” until now when it’s actually “Shucchouban”. Doesn’t really change the meaning, though (”On
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It is already New Year, but joining this train anyway.
Thank you @fast-moon for your amazing speedy and top-notch high quality translations! :) I don’t know what this fandom would do without you, we are so lucky to have you! Wishing you a wonderful new year!
