a/n: Here's the second and last part of Parfum Obsession! Thank you so much for all the lovely reviews, faves, and follows. I'll see you guys in my next Noragami Fanfic! :)

Parfum Obsession: Part II

Rorudesu-chan

The bearded man lunged forward as Hiyori and Yato parted ways to run for cover. Its huge, moth-like wings beat and a strong gust of wind followed in an instant. The machinery around them shook. The test tubes on the rack toppled over. The raw perfume ingredients, along with Hiyori's failed concoctions, were thrown on the floor and mixed into a rainbow pool of liquid. The symphony of scents smelled like damp grass and mud.

The ayakashi's legs spread out, eight in total, like that of a tarantula's, and began stomping in opposite directions simultaneously. One leg nearly crushed Hiyori's tail. Luckily she evaded it. In a swift, cattish movement, Hiyori leapt to Yato's side. They both took shelter under a table.

"It's an ayakashi!" said Hiyori, inching close to Yato.

"I see that."

"What are we going to do?!"

"Tch," Yato crawled out and rose to his feet. He reached out his hand. "Don't you have faith in me anymore, Hiyori?"

Hiyori smiled and took his hand without hesitance. She would never doubt the Yato god again.

"Come, Sekki!" he exclaimed.

The bearded man ayakashi turned around and zeroed in on their location. "Smells nice!"

Yato repeated his Regalia's command call. But it was to no avail. Yato smacked his forehead. Right. How stupid. Yukine was away on a blessed shinki training conference thing. The god was rendered weaponless. Suddenly he felt himself being yanked to the opposite direction. "This way, Yato!" Hiyori kicked down the door of the factory and led him through the hallway.

As they climbed upstairs, they nearly lost their balance as the ground beneath them shook. The wooden floor of the shop cracked open and the bearded man ayakashi reared its ugly head from underneath. "Smells nice!"

Strong moth wings beat repeatedly. The gusts that followed destroyed the roofing of the perfume shop and knocked over the ingredient shelves. The air was filled with the intoxicatingly sweet and raw smell of various fragrances scattered around them.

The bearded man ayakashi raised a leg and tried to spear it towards Yato. "Smells nice!"

Hiyori cried out his name and propelled herself on her heels. She gave the tarantula leg a kick with all her might. "Jungle savate!"

The creature was nearly thrown off. Its moth wings flapped to balance its weight, and the strong wind tossed Hiyori and Yato against the wall. The bearded man ayakashi roared. Its legs kicked wildly and started trampling around the perfume shop. Yato hurdled over the rubble and punched the beast in its belly three times. The ayakashi fell on its back and the earth beneath them quaked.

"We have to get out of here," Yato pulled Hiyori back to her feet. In one swift movement, he threw her over his back.

"Hold on!" Yato jumped through an opening where the roof of the shop used to be. They landed a distance away from the house and Yato quickly ran to disappear into the village streets.

Hiyori tightened her hold around the Yatogami. She found herself echoing the same thought the bearded man ayakashi kept saying. He smells so nice.

"Wh-where are we going, Yato?" Hiyori said, distracting herself.

"Some friend you got there, Hiyori," the god said.

"Oh, I think you're the one he likes, Yato. After all, you smell so goo—" Hiyori pursed her lips.

"I smell what?"

"N-nothing!"

The cry of the hungry ayakashi was heard not too far behind them. The flapping sound of large wings followed shortly. Hiyori looked back. One hand gripped firmly onto Yato's shoulder, the other wrapped around his neck and almost choked the god. "It's coming for us!"

"Time for Plan B, Hiyori!" said Yato. Plan A was always a face-to-face combat. But because Yato was currently without his shinki partner, they had to resort to more practical means besides running away. He had to maintain his reputation after all.

"We have to cover ourselves in dirt, garbage, and shit like that!" said the Yatogami.

"What!"

"Do you trust me?"

Hiyori stared at the backside of his head. The growling of the bearded man ayakashi grew louder as Yato paced faster. Her weight on his back did not seem to slow him down.

Silently Hiyori reaffirmed her faith in the Yato god as they came to a huge field of grass. Hiyori glanced around. There were no more sheep grazing. Right ahead of them was a blue barn. She was pretty sure it was the farm she found earlier in the day.

"Why are we here?" said Hiyori. "We can't hide here! It's an open space! That thing will find us here eventually! Yato, are you even listening?"

"You know farms reek, right?" said Yato.

"What does that have to do with—"

"Smells nice!" The shadow of the bearded man ayakashi came over the pair. Yato ran past the barn much to Hiyori's puzzlement. She was about to suggest that the barn was the safest place to hide (even though the creature would no sooner destroy it) when she drew her hands across her face. She peeked through her fingers. She didn't see much breadth of the area, but the stench creeping into her nostrils gave her an idea of where Yato had led her and the ayakashi.

"Time for a swim, Hiyori."

Hiyori could not protest. Yato leapt on his feet and plunged both of them into a pool of wet dirt. Cold, sloppy, stinky, wet dirt.

The bearded man ayakashi flapped its wings in reverse. It hovered above the mud pool, frantically searching for its meal that seemed to have vanished all of a sudden from its radar. Hiyori was lying on her back. One of the creature's tarantula legs dangled right above her face. She knew better than to provoke a spider's senses by moving a muscle. But she had another reason for holding her breath: the place was reeking of wet soil and pig filth. It wasn't at all what she'd expected from the picturesque farm beauty she saw earlier on.

Frustrated about the magical disappearing act of its food, the ayakashi leaned close to the surface of the mud pool. Its head jerked to where the Yatogami was positioned. "Smells nice!" the ayakashi growled.

The creature opened its mouth to reveal a hideous set of fangs. It was about to devour the god when its teeth sank into the flesh of something else, fleshier and fatter. Yato's arms were stretched out. He was shoving a small hog right into the ayakashi's face. The ayakashi screamed in horror and quickly detached its fangs from the animal. With a strong beating of his wings, the phantom propelled itself into the opposite direction, away from Hiyori and Yato and the farm. Hiyori heard the bearded man ayakashi crying like a lost puppy.

Hiyori sat upright and turned to Yato. The god was petting the baby hog in his arms. He seemed unruffled by the foul smell of the place. "Good porkchop, nice porkchop. You sent the stupid ayakashi away! Do you wanna come home with me and become Yukine's spare?" The animal merely grunted at him in return.

Hiyori found other larger hogs lying around in the mud. Their obliviousness to the danger that just passed almost made her envious. But it made her want to hurl more. Her long hair was soaked thoroughly. Her tail was dripping with rich brown filth just as much. Mud managed to get into her shoes. Mud poured out of her sleeves. But worse than mud was the pig stench that was becoming more and more unbearable by the second.

"Hey. Are you okay? We barely escaped that thing." Yato's tone was surprisingly gentle and comforting. It made her want to forget she wanted to strangle him for his marvelous Plan B.

Yato released the baby hog and collected himself on his feet. He brushed the dirt off his jersey and pushed back his hair in a slick fashion. Striking his signature pose, he held out his thumb and beamed his best smile at Hiyori. Grit and mud stuck between his teeth. Small chunks of dirt fell out of his left ear. The Yatogami's failed attempt at cockiness threw Hiyori into a crazy fit of laughter.

Amidst the amusement, she noticed the calm night sky above them and thought it was beautiful. Yato was beautiful. The stars glistened. The hogs' grunted in staccato rhythm. There was not a cloud in sight.

He approached her and tried to help her up to her feet. Hiyori pinched her nostrils as she took his hand.

Spring rain.

Matcha.

Judo.

Beach.

Vanilla ice cream.

Her brother's aftershave.

Yato smelled faintly of these things now. The mud pool's stench, consisting mostly of hog dung, clung persistently to the god's skin and his jersey.

"Yato, you reek!"

"You're welcome, Hiyori. I'm so glad I saved your life."

"With you smelling like that, I'll never find you again the way I used to!" Hiyori chuckled. But she was quick to slap a hand over her mouth to prevent herself from slipping any further. Her words stunned the god.

"You mean… That's how you've been tracking me all this time?" The god remembered the times when not even Daikoku, Kofuku, or Yukine could find him. Even when he didn't want to be found, Hiyori managed to show up at a place where he thought no one would bother looking into.

It was too late for her to undo the damage. Hiyori looked down to where the pool of mud reached above her ankles. Thankfully, there was mud residue stuck to her cheeks, concealing her blushing face.

"W-well," Yato cleared his throat. He was having his own moment of flattery as well. "Th-that still doesn't explain how you ended up in that shop!"

"Why would that even matter to you?" She turned her back on him.

"Because you made a wish and I intend to keep it." Yato stroke her tail. In truth, he had reasons of his own far greater than the request she made to him a long time ago.

Hiyori smacked his hand off her tail. She didn't need fixing. She didn't need fixing in that aspect of her life anyway. "You have followers now, Yato," she said. "Hundreds of them. You should be tending to their wishes instead."

"You idiot," he muttered. "So this is what it's all about." The god tugged her hand and drew her close to his chest. "I may be their god," he whispered in her ear. "But I am less of myself without you, Hiyori."

A brief silence passed between them. The Yato god's companion murmured something against his jersey. "What was that?"

The girl raised her head and pushed him away at arms' length. "I said, you really, really stink!" Her voice quivered. Yato watched Hiyori wipe the corners of her eyes, smearing more dirt on the sides of her face.

Yato smiled. "You can't go walking around smelling like that. Even though it could totally protect you from the ayakashi."

"Yeah." Hiyori sniffed. She was amazed at the turn of events. She didn't think she could abuse her nose from overworking that much. Bombarding her olfactory senses with much fragrance and much stench all in one day.

"I'm sure the owners of this place have showers we could use," the god suggested.

"This isn't a hotel, Yato. I don't think there's more than one shower we could use at the same time."

"Well in that case," Yatogami smiled, a twinkle of mischief in his bright blue eyes. "I don't mind sharing. That way you could smell me more. You know you want to, Hiyori."

The Yatogami was really careless with his words this time. They earned him a smack right in the cheek, courtesy of Hiyori's left hook.

"Fine, fine," said Yato, rubbing the sore spot. "We'll take turns."

Hiyori kneaded the towel on her head again and again, removing the stubborn bits of dirt out of her damp hair strands. Yato was in the shower now. Only a plastic curtain was separating them from each other. Hiyori sat on top of the toilet with the seat cover down. She faced the other direction and did her best not to look over her shoulder where only the curtain concealed, well, everything.

Her efforts were futile though. Just a couple of steps away from her was the bathroom mirror. The clear and fogless mirror could reflect the figure moving behind the shower curtain. And with Yato scrubbing the dirt and stench off his body, one could say Hiyori had positioned herself in quite a situation. Her nose tingled. It was spring rain, matcha, Judo, beach, vanilla ice cream, and aftershave all over again—plus a few bonuses.

"Uhm. You haven't told me how you tracked me over here in France." She needed to find a distraction. Her voice competed with the sound of the shower water gushing overhead. "I'm miles away from home. I made sure I cut all of the connections I have with you. How on earth were you able to find me, Yato?"

The shower handle squeaked as it turned. The water stopped flowing.

"Apparently I'm not the only one here who smells really, really good," said the Yatogami.

Hiyori whipped her head around as the rings of the shower curtain slid against the iron bar. She found herself gaping most inappropriately. Her eyes scanned every surface of his skin, every glorious inch of the Yatogami exposed to her that had only existed in her deep, dark, wild fantasies.

Yato snatched the towel from her head. "I kept saying to hand it over. Are you deaf?" The curtain was drawn back.

Hiyori might as well have found herself a new addicting thing about him. His own obsession over her.

(.end.)

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