"I'm sorry!"

Hiyori leaned on the side of Kofuku and Daikoku's doorway, holding a medium-sized brown-leather bag. "My parents suddenly wanted to go on this honeymoon-anniversary-thing (that I don't wanna go to 'cause they're going to have ***) and I said I'd stay with a friend-"

She held up a cell phone, which was flashing a 'out of battery' sign. "Can I use your outlet?"

"Hiyoriii~! Of course you can stay~!" Yato jumped off of his chair, leaping with his arms out.

Hiyoru dodged him. He crashed into the wall. She quickly crossed the floor and plugged her phone in, and then sharply sat down at the table, dodging him again as he tried to hug her.

Kofuku set a mug of tea down on the table, pushing it towards Hiyori. She sat down too, cupping her face with her hands. "Ooh, you can stay here, Hiyori."

Yato reached out and finally managed to get a hold of Hiyori. He curled his arms around her neck and ruffled her hair. "Hiyori, you can definitely stay here for the weekend! I got the shrine and the plot in heaven and all. You can sleep on the floor- it's all for yourself."

Hiyori imagined sleeping on the cold hard floor.

"No, thank you..."

Kofuku shook her head. "Oh, no, of course we can't let you do that. Daikoku has an extra futon."

Hiyori finished off her tea. "It's fine... I think I can make it to my friend's house-"

Behind her, a beeping noise ensued, and then the voice mail clicked on automatically. After some indiscernible noises, the words started. "Iki Hiyori-chan? I-... Sorry, the connection is bad. I'm really sorry, but my mom- but the thing is, I'm on a boat right now and my house is completely empty. I'm sorry, I told you that you'd be able to come over to my house..."

"But anyway, I tried calling you but you didn't pick up. I checked it off as an emergency so you'll get this as soon as you open your phone or it charged up enough... I'll buy you smoothies for a week, I promise~!"

Click.

Shadows covered Hiyori's eyes.

Yato set his chin on the top of her head and grinned. "I've got an extra pillow! I won't mind giving it to Hiyori... For a price, of course."

Hiyori tossed Yato five yen and took the pillow. She thanked Kofuku and dragged the futon inside the attic room.

As she set the futon down, she noticed that he was standing up and just holding the five yen in his hand. "What's wrong? Do you want fifty yen? Did you finally raise your price?"

Yato shook his head and pocketed the coin. Even though he was ten feet away and his face was turned away, Hiyori could see that he was pouting.

Hiyori sat down on the futon and folded the blanket, set the pillow, and then fluffed it until it fatten up.

She swung bother her legs onto the soft covers, sat for a while, looking at Yato.

And then she sighed and crossed her legs. "Alright, fine."

Yato twitched.

"Get over here."

Kofuku watched as Hiyori brushed Yato's hair, his head on her lap. He had his happy face on.

"Is he always like this?"

Kofuku shook her head.

Hiyori let out a breath. "I guess Yukine was mad at him today for slacking off or something."

"I was handing out fliers and business cards." Yato murmured.

"I thought you said you'd give up on that and just start keeping the world clean of phantoms."

"But I'll never get any fans or money that way-"

Hiyori stabbed him with her hairbrush. "Ack-!"

"Yukine has a part-time job here already. He's got the money covered. I made you a shrine, remember? You'll be fine."

Yato looked away to the ceiling. "I don't know. I like helping humans, I want to help them, I want them to remember me."

Hiyori stroked his neck. "Fine, fine, keep it as a hobby." Then, she raised her head and looked up at the heavens and shouted, "how many did he kill today, Yukine?"

They waited. Nothing happened.

"Fifty-six. I killed fifty-six."

Hiyori blinked. "Wow. That many even after getting distracted? You've improved..." Either that or Yukine was really mad at him after he slacked off...

Yato grinned and snuggled closer. Hiyori ran her hands through his hair. "What are you, a cat?"

Yato smiled. "Meow."

Hiyori laughed.

Then they both turned to look at Kofuku as she made a tiny noise, surprised at the fact that they had completely forgotten she was there.

A blush began to creep up both of their faces.

Until they saw her expression.

Kofuku was pouting.

Hiyori blinked.

There was something about her... That reminded her of the earlier Yato.

"Oh, come on, Kofuku... Fine. Want a massage or a hair-brush?"

"..." Kaikoku glanced inside the attic room, where Hiyori was brushing Kofuku's pink hair and Yato sat grouchily on the edge of the futon, playing with a ball of yarn.

"... I wanted to brush Kofuku's hair..."

One by one the lights clicked off. Yato curled up on the edge of Hiyori's futon.

She sat up. "Aren't you gonna go up and sleep with Yukine?"

"He's mad at me. And there's nothing to sleep on up there but grass."

Hiyori put her head back down. "He knows you're just wanting something better for you guys. Remeber that one time you helped out three different guys on something really big and you go the hammock?"

Yato nodded. "It's getting more threadbare by the day. They're forgetting me already..."

Hiyori stared up at the dark ceiling. "You always let Yukine have the hammock, right?"

Yato blinked.

"Every day he comes down ready to work and you kinda just roll down with grass in your hair."

Yato curled up tighter.

Hiyori spread her arms out and sat back up, hitting Yato on the top of his head, and then tossing her jacket over him. "Fine, you can stay... But at least have something covering your stomach. If I get you sick Yukine will be mad at me too."

Yukine sat on the grass, looking at the strings and the scriptures tied to them. The hammock swung slowly back and forth behind him.

Tied between two thin elms that Yato said wouldn't support his weight.

"Stupid... I've seen you rest here every time you think I'm off on my part-time job..."

He lay down on the grass and the dirt. "How is it like every day sleeping on the dirt and grass?"

Yukine closed his eyes.

And waited.

Soon, his senses began to tingle.

He got up, and started to dig, scooping up the dirt with his hands.

And then his hands hit something hard. And no matter where he put his hands, it wouldn't end. In fact, the stone seemed to spread even over the boundaries of their land.

"... There's a big-ass rock right under this friggin' piece of shitty rip-off land... How does he even sleep on this?! ! !"