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oneofyatosfollowers · 4 years

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Yatori Week Day 3- Moon/Cutting Ties

@yatoriweek2020

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/25401826/chapters/61709410

Fanfic: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13648502/1/Yatori-Week-2020

The sun was low in the sky when Yato got the call. The three of them just got done with an early dinner, Hiyori treating Yato and Yukine to ramen. Even with their laughter cutting out, the mood was still light as Yato listened to the wish of the human on the other end. The happy air shifted as Yato's voice lost it's cheer, Hiyori and Yukine looked at him while he repeated words of understanding.

"Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah, okay that's- uh-huh. Okay," Yato crossed his arms with an unimpressed tone, "Uh-huh. I think it would be best if I come talk to you in person. Okay? Okay, give me a sec."

"What is it?" Yukine stepped forward. Covering the phone's receiver, Yato looked at the boy with a grimace.

"I'm not exactly sure, but it sounds bad."

"Bad?" Hiyori repeated, "Like an emergency?"

"No not like that," Yato kept his eyes on Yukine, "I mean like, emotionally bad? I think it's a bad relationship." He stressed certain words that had Yukine swallowing.

"Is she hurt?" Yukine asked with panic lacing his voice.

"No, no, no not like that! I think we just need to cut her ties? But I won't know until I investigate. I just don't like the idea of you-"

"-I'm coming," Yukine deadpanned, "You promised we would handle everything together from now on; no matter what it is." The sentence hung in the air for a moment before it dropped with Yato's sigh.

"Alright, kiddo," Yato gave a smile, "you want to come too, Hiyori?"

"If you don't mind," Hiyori said. Their relationship was the strongest it's ever been but if this job was treading on old wounds, she felt it would be best to be there just in case.

Yato teleported them to a poorer neighborhood, the small house in front of them dirty and chipped. There was a distinct smell in the air, one that Hiyori couldn't identify, she felt her body clench as Yato and Yukine walked up to the door like they owned the place. Knocking on the door, Yato flinched back violently when a large dog barked, scaring Hiyori.

"It's next door," Yukine said quickly, already stepping close to Yato with a glare at the neighbors. The shiki squirmed as Yato knocked again, this time harder.

After a couple seconds, and several locks unlocking, the door was pulled open. A woman peaked out, shoulder-length brown hair a bit frazzled, asking who they were. She eyed Hiyori with equal surprise until Yato made himself known.

"Did you call a god?" He asked. Her eyes got wide and she insisted they come inside, locking every lock behind them. The house was small on the inside, as clean as it could be with the lack of stuff that was in it. They followed the young woman to an empty living room, Hiyori chose to stand as Yato and Yukine knelt on the carpet across from her. She couldn't have been too much older than Hiyori was.

"I-I need your help," the woman said after clenching her fists, "I want to run away from someone? But he keeps finding me. Can you make it so he won't bother me anymore? Or-or something?" She rambled, looking pleadingly at Yato afterwards.

"We do not kill," Yukine growled at the woman, "or attack humans." He glared at the woman with deep disdain, even as Yato put a hand up to quiet him. Something dark and sinister crossed the woman's features, lacing in with her offense and fear.

"But-! He keeps- I, I mean I didn't say you had to! Just-! Scare him? Threaten him! He doesn't believe me when I do it, I thought a god would be more terrifying!" She pointed an accusing finger at Yato who was watching her silently. Hiyori came forward to place her hands on Yukine's shoulders.

It worried Hiyori that the woman was holding her stomach like she might vomit. She was practically boiling, her hands musing her hair as her eyes were wild with desperation. Nothing was happening but Yukine's denial had her shaking and on the verge of hysteria. But there wasn't a phantom in sight.

"Yato," Hiyori looked at the god with worry, but for who she didn't know. All she knew is that Yato would do something to help like he always did.

"Okay I can do that." Yato said. The room quieted as he stood, all eyes on him as he looked the woman up and down one more time. Hiyori followed as Yukine hastily got up to stand close to his master, both slightly behind him as they looked between the god and the believer.

"You," the woman swallowed, "you can?" She gave a shaky, empty smile, shuffling forward on her knees as he looked at him with desperation.

"I can," Yato reassured her in a soft but sure voice. They watched the woman release a large breath, folding in on herself and wrapping her arms around her body.

"Thank you," she hushed.

"I recommend you think about your next move," Yato's eyes flickered down then back to hers, "for both your sakes'." With that, he left the woman sniffling as he walked out of the house, Hiyori and Yukine scurrying after him. After she shut the door, Hiyori turned to see Yato and Yukine bent together in a conversation. Picking her way across the broken-glass littered yard, Hiyori walked up to them.

"What are you going to do? You're not actually going after him, are you?" Hiyori asked them.

"No," Yato glanced quickly at Yukine then back to her, "I'll look to see if he's a bigger problem after I handle this."

"We're cutting ties." Yukine said.

"Cutting ties?" Something in Hiyori jolted at the idea. It was something she's seen them do on a couple occasions. Something they were able to do fairly nonchalantly to patch up a person's heart.

But recently the idea pleaded Hiyori. It made her eyes hot and a voice tighten around her heart. He did it so effortlessly, and the effects were immediate. It didn't take much time from Hiyori to put two and two together, the man- whatever he did- clearly forced the woman to make a difficult choice. She still didn't want to hurt him, just to free herself from a painful burden.

"Is that for the best?" Hiyori wondered out loud as Yato teleported them to her neighborhood. The place was like a safe-haven compared to where the young woman with brown hair now stayed huddled alone.

"Yes," Yato said, "I know you couldn't see it but their ties are becoming tainted with negative emotions. Think of the old lady with the bracelet, except in this case the curse is coming from a person, not a bracelet. And the toll is on her emotional state, not on her physical health. Due to the fact that it's a curse, and a tie, it's best to wait until nighttime and take care of it while she's sleeping."

"Just like we did with the old lady," Yukine added.

"How come?" Hiyori asked.

"Because it's easier for me to see ties at night," Yato revealed, "the curse will show itself at night just like last time, but the actual string of fate is illuminated by the moon." He spoke in that ancient way he did when he discussed his abilities and things of the far shore. Hiyori hummed and nodded. It made sense, and made her feel much better, but something still tugged at her as they approached her front door.

"It's okay, Hiyori." Yato stepped forward, stopping her as she opened the door. Looking back, a genuine smile was back on his face and his voice was carefree. It washed away her worries like they were nothing.

"This really is for the best, the curse had very little hope of getting better. Plus, it's totally painless! She'll feel a lot better in no time at all!" Yato tried to reassure her.

"Besides, she's better off without a guy like that in her life anyway," Yukine crosses his arms, "much better." The boys agreed with each other, missing the way Hiyori faltered. Her eyes lingered on Yato as he praised his son before even doing anything, giving out hugs and noogies with a smile. She quickly plastered on a smile when Yato turned his grin to her. It was hard to stay upset when it came to him.

"We'll see you after it's done!" Yato said.

"Tomorrow. Not immediately after, in the middle of the night." Yukine spoke to Yato who just rolled his eyes. Being tugged away by his kid, Yato waved goodbye to Hiyori which she returned. She shut the door quietly behind her, walking into her home with a weight in her chest.

Something nagged in the back of Hiyori's mind well into the night. She tossed and turned under the covers, the crescent moon in the sky still bright enough to have a glowing hue while she glared at it. Cutting ties wasn't a big of a deal to her until she found out the consequences of the aftermath, especially when it came to her loved ones.

Hiyori shot out of bed. "Loved ones?" Of course she cared deeply about her far-shore friends, Yato and Yukine in particular, but that term came out of nowhere. She felt herself blush, there was one person in particular that would be affected by cutting her ties. One person that came to mind when she thought about her loved ones. Despite her warm face, something cold settled in her stomach and bubbled up to her throat.

For a moment, Hiyori found herself mourning the fact she can no longer leave her body, something she's been doing a lot nowadays. Thankfully, a certain god promised her happiness and had the ability to teleport. One text and a phone call later, Yato was standing in the middle of her room. The light from the moon shadowing his front so that it blended in with his hair, blue eyes gleaming like stars up close.

"Hiyori?" Yato stepped towards her, "Is something wrong?" He sounded worried, and after her eyes adjusted his face portrayed exactly that. She breathed a sigh of relief at the- familiar- sight of him, smiling at the sight of his matching pajamas.

"I am, um." Hiyori suddenly felt incredibly silly. This was all because she was worrying herself over something Yato only brought up one time. There was really no reason to call him here over the fact that she was somehow hurting her own feelings. Still, she wanted to know.

"Did you cut her ties?" Hiyori turned to sit on the edge of her bed, watching Yato stop shifting from foot to foot.

"Ah, yes," Yato sat criss-cross in front of her with a sigh, "The curse was hardly anything, we purified it and Yukine said a nice little spell to help her calm down and heal. Once the sun comes up the broken ties will dissipate completely along with any remnants of the negative emotions." He stared at her the whole time he talked. Her own eyes looking at her hands in her lap.

"And," Hiyori whispered to the moon, "her memories?" She felt him tense, swallowing as he took a moment to respond.

"Gone," his voice raw, "she might get a sense of presque vu, but nothing lasting. They were never that strong to begin with." Yato took in her troubled face, her distressed boy language, with sick comfort. Guilt wheeled up in him and he shook it off. Now was not the time to be selfish, but he couldn't think of what to say. They were both humans and it's his job to make humans happy.

"What about ours?" Hiyori exclaimed.

"What do you mean?"

"Our ties," Hiyori leaned towards him, "what about our ties? Are they strong?" She pressed her lips together as she looked at him with desperation. Yato's eyes grew wide, she was so close he could smell her shampoo. He had to fight getting lost in her brown eyes, deep and full of raw emotion.

"They're strong," Yato breathed in his daze, "so strong." He felt that was because of her, because ties gods made with humans weren't nearly as strong as the other way around. Because she was fierce and resilient and she wanted to be with him. He wanted to be with her too, the idea of cutting any of her ties left a sour taste in his mouth. Unless it was for her protection, her happiness.

"It's tough to cut strong bonds and the damage is much more painful," Yato continued. This human made him want to confess everything to her, things that weren't for humans to know, things that are selfish for him to say. She looked so beautiful, the moonlight illuminated her smooth skin and flushed cheeks, pink like her lips. He already felt himself leaning forward. Hiyori stayed still, her troubles not completely soothed.

"I don't want you to cut them," Hiyori said.

"I know."

"You won't, right?"

"That I can't say."

"But I don't want it!" Hiyori burst, "I don't care what happens, when I said I want to be with you forever I meant it! Till the end, no matter what, okay?" It was hard to stay quiet with her feelings bubbling up like they were. He was right in front of her, so close she could smell him in her human form and feel the warmth radiating off him.

"Hiyori," He breathed. Yato's cheeks were as bright as hers were but she couldn't find it in her stop.

"Please," she hiccuped to hold in tears, "I won't be happy unless I'm with you I-I love you." Hiyori's confession was whispered to the moon. She didn't quite process her words, instead focusing on blinking away tears that never came. It wasn't until her fingers hit something, until Yato's hand's were in her lap and wrapping around her own, that it hit her. Hiyori's head whipped up to gape at Yato. There was a gentle, soft smile gracing his features as he watched his fingers lace with her own.

"I love you too," Yato said simply, like it was the easiest, most obvious thing in the world and they said to each other every day. He looked up at her with a small laugh, clearly happy but still unsure. The red of her face spread to her neck as she tried to force something out only to come out with nothing.

"I won't cut our ties, Hiyori," Yato promised as he shifted to his knees. The way he squeezed her hand grounded her, Hiyori calmed down as Yato pressed his forehead to hers. Even with embarrassment flooding her, she felt a giddy smile growing across her lips. Yato loved her too!

"I want to make them stronger," she wished.

"Oh yeah?" Yato drawled. He raised off his heels and pressed against her forehead, making her giggle as she fell back onto her bed.

"Yato, wait!" Hiyori gasped as he crawled on top of her. Placing his hands on either side of her, Yato looked down at her with his cat-like grin.

"You know kissing would really help strengthen our relationship," Yato said as he leaned down. Smiling, Hiyori tilted her lips up to meet his and let him strengthen their bond again and again. She didn't see the string- a vibrant red in the moonlight- being woven stronger than ever before.

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ajoy3fanfics · 4 years

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The best wish

Some Noragami fluff I found in my writing folder <3

~.~

“So what was the grossest wish you ever fulfilled?” Yukine asked, leaning back against the wall of Kofuku’s living room, fanning himself with his untouched math book. It was one of those days that seemed too hot to do anything; too humid to go out for a walk, too draining to be productive. Even the ayakashi seemed to be taking a day off for this oppressive weather. Hiyori had ventured out in the heat to Kofuku’s, eager with good intentions to help Yukine with his school work, but by the time she arrived her clothes clung to her body damp with sweat and she felt like doing little more than sitting in the cool air of the living room. Math the last thing on their minds, they found easy conversation and cool drinks to be much more enjoyable.

“Ugh,” Yato scrunched up his nose as he closed his eyes, remembering with a shudder. “There was a time I had to fix a clogged toilet at a hotel.” He shook his head, black tangles of hair swaying in the memory. “There was a convention that weekend. They just didn’t care that the stalls were broken-”

“Ewwww!” Kofuku squealed, clearly unhappy with the turn of conversation. “Stop!”

“Spare us the details; we’ll take your word for it.” Hiyori said, holding up her hands in surrender.

The goddess of poverty pointed at Yato and smiled. “Better question: Best wish you’ve ever granted. Go!”

“Easy” he said, leaning his head back as he waved off the question. “Milord.”

“Milord?” Kofuku echoed, clearly confused.

“The cat?” Hiyori asked, just as taken aback as the rest of the group.

“Obviously,” He answered, a wide grin on his face. “If it wasn’t for that cat, Hiyori wouldn’t have been hit by the bus.”

She cocked her head, narrowing her eyes at the god of happiness. “Really? That’s what you’re going to go with? Me being injured?”

“N-No!” Yato back-peddled. “What I mean is, if I hadn’t been looking for the cat, I wouldn’t have chased after him. And you wouldn’t have pushed me out of the way, getting hit by the bus.” He stopped, as if that was all the explanation needed. Reading the room, his so called friends were not picking up on his subtly. “You saw me.” The God continued. “If that hadn’t happened, you wouldn’t lose your body. And yeah, you’re body still separates, but if it wasn’t for that wish, I would’ve never met you!”

Hiyori blushed slightly, a sweet pink dusting her cheeks. “Y-You’re only saying that because I made you that Capypa statue.” She said. “You’re sucking up for something else now.” She turned her head in embarrassment.

“No, I mean it!” He defended, sitting up straighter.

“And made you him a shrine!” Yukine piped in, all too eager to throw his God under the bus.

“Hey-“ he protested, trying to stop the conversation before it ran away from him, clearly failing. He had a look of horror on his face when Kofuku spoke next.

“Actually, when you think about it Hiyori, if you hadn’t found that ayakashi thinking it was a shinki, he wouldn’t have been so desperate to find a new one.” Kofuku added. “It was a stroke of luck he found Yukine to save you both, and now he’s a blessed vessel!”

The group began to laugh, making jokes at Yato’s expense, trading stories of how Hiyori had saved the god, and never failing to point out that all his upward mobility was all due to her. Feeling rather uncomfortable and definitely undeserving of the praise, she tried to make light of it before looking Yato’s way. Gone was the happy expression from earlier, but in its place one of seriousness and unease. His shoulders sagged as he dug his hands into his jacket pocket. To say that this wasn’t a blow to his fragile ego would be putting it lightly. It pained her to see him like that, so tense, so unhappy. Sure, he could be immature and overcompensate when he was joyful, but truthfully, she enjoyed seeing him that way. Hiyori had the urge to get up and wrap her arms around him, forcing him to smile and getting the sour look off his face. But of course, she couldn’t do that, so she attempted to do the next best thing- a distraction. “I’m going to get a drink,” She announced. “Anyone want anything?”

The group barked out their orders quickly and she nodded before turning, sliding the door shut behind her. In the background she heard her friends joking, deciding which board game they could play to pass the time. Hiyori smiled, thankful that she was able to turn the tide of conversation and take the pressure off Yato. Hearing the screen door open quickly then click once closed, she turned to see who had joined her.

“Oh, Yato.” Hiyori smiled. “Do you want some lemonade?” She asked, still feeling rather awkward, but doing her best to act normal.

“Hiyori…” He tried, his tone more serious than normal, instantly tipping her off that something wasn’t right. He shifted his weight from foot to foot, waiting for her to make eye contact.

“Tea?” She asked, still refusing to look him in the eye. “Water?” She ducked down as she opened the fridge, leaning in to retrieve the cold bottles.

He grabbed her wrist, spinning her towards him, their faces close, much closer than he intended, their bodies inches away from touching. Her breath to hitched in surprise, both to his proximity and the sudden move. It didn’t matter, as long as he had her attention. “Yat-“

“About, what they were saying,” he said, blue eyes solemn, unyielding. “That’s not the only reason why.” He moved the hand that clasped her wrist lower, tangling his fingers into hers, not ready to let go, but completely unsure of what to do next. Everything in his gut told him that if he moved, breathed even, that the magic would be lost, the spell would be over and he wouldn’t get this chance again. He wanted to tell her, had to make it clear to her that it meant more than that. “I-“

Click.

The sliding door slid opened abruptly, a very shocked Kofuku in the frame.

“Oh! Am I interrupting something good?” Kofuku sang as she walked by the pair, a knowing smile on her lips. Leave it to the God of poverty to spoil a good moment. Yato released her hand as he let out a deep sigh, rubbing the back of his neck and walked away, heading towards the stairs that lead to his room. She made ready to follow him, a million questions on the tip of her tongue, but as always Kofuku was eager to interject.

“Hi-Yo-Riiiin” she called from the fridge. “Will you help me with the drinks? Everyones thirsty!”

~.~

That’s not the only reason why.

She kept playing it over again in her head, his words sweet and painful. Why had he said that? What had he meant?

Was it that he was thankful for their friendship? Everyone had made it sound like he was after her monetary gains, heck, she even accused him at first in her embarrassment. But she knew that their relationship meant more to him than that.

And the way he said it, like he was desperate to say more, but just couldn’t get the words out. Was it that there were too many people around? They couldn’t even have 2 minutes to themselves at Kofuku’s, today's interruption more than proved that. Yet something in her gut told her there was more, that the issue ran deeper.

That’s not the only reason why.

She had seen that look before, the one that threatened to shake her to her core. They had been at Capypa land, watching the fireworks and she had been a self-proclaimed brat all day; feeling remorseful, she apologized, truthfully happy he was with her. And then… Yato looked at her, like she was the only thing that existed in the world, asking her if he could trust what she said. He had the same expression tonight; whatever he was trying to express, it was important.

What if he really cared about her, the way she cared about him? He was always quick to make a joke and tease her, going overboard to show his affection, but she had chalked it up to his usual antics, although he didn’t seem to plan small intimate weddings with anyone else, at least not that Hiyori had seen. So if he really did care about her, why would he hold back?

And then it hit her.

Of course, he would.

Yato may joke around, but he didn’t have the confidence to make the first move, not by a long shot. He had grown up with an abusive father, a screwed up version of what love and acceptance were. Even to this day, he still struggled to find self-worth. He was a God who didn’t feel like one, always trying to prove something, to everyone, to himself, to find redemption. Yato didn’t feel worthy of love.

As much as he might want it, he would never reach out to her, not in a meaningful way. Not when the chance or rejection loomed over him, or worse, having to grapple with the mixed feelings of being happy and feeling undeserving. Hiyori knew that if anything was to happen, it would have to be her making the first move. And Gods, did she want him.

Ever since she had admitted to herself that she was in love with Yato, she had difficulty controlling herself around him, lashing out at the god, trying to balance her feelings when she knew that he wasn’t serious about her, not really. But today seemed different; an opportunity. She wasn’t going to waste it.

Taking a deep breath, unsure of what she was even doing, yet strangely full of resolve, she opened her contacts and pulled up Yato’s name. The phone barely rang once before he answered.

“Hiyori?” He asked, his voice intense. She never was the first to call, so he must be concerned. “Whats-“

“Can you come over Yato?” She said in a rush, adrenaline coursing through her. Maybe this was a mistake.

But maybe it wasn’t.

“Is everything okay?” He asked, worry lacing his tone. “Should I bring Yukine?”

“No,” she said, swallowing the lump in her throat. “Just you.”

~.~

He came in through the window, the cool night air creeping in with him. He had come in record time, concern written all over his features.

“Hiyori?” he questioned as his feet landed silently on the carpet. “Is everything alright?” She did her best to smile up at him from her place on her bed, trying her best not to let her nerves get the best of her.

“Ye-yeah.” She stammered. “I just… I didn’t like the way we left things earlier.” Hiyori bit her lip, trying to stop herself for rambling.

“O-oh.” He replied, taken off guard. “I- I was acting weird, sorry.” He crossed the room to sit on her bed. Hiyori shook her head, doing her best to work up her courage and meet his gaze. “I want you to tell me… the rest of what you were saying earlier. I want to hear it.”

Yato immediately was taken aback, his fair complexion suddenly red and flushed. The god of chaos cleared his throat, trying to buy time; he knew he couldn’t stall forever. Hiyori was not the type to let up on something once she set her mind to it.

“It’s true, that since meeting you I seem to be on the receiving end.” Yato inhaled, exhaled shakily before continuing. “I’m selfish and want all of your attention like a child, and I know that. Whether you built me a shrine or not, had my back and helped me find Yukine- all of that- its just small pieces of why I’m grateful. I- Meeting you- damn.” He ran his hands through his hair, this confession so much harder than he anticipated. “What I mean is I lo-“

Hiyori pounced forward, letting her arms wrap around his neck as he pulled her into a tight embrace, his words of love effectively cut off and put into action as he let Hiyori kiss him senseless. When they broke apart, both gasping for air, foreheads leaning against each other, too soon to be separated he smiled. “The best wish.” He breathed deeper, loving how he could feel her heart racing in her chest. “If I hadn’t met you, I wouldn’t know this feeling. My head is full of nothing but you, Hiyori.”

She smiled, kissing him again, agreeing wholeheartedly. “The best wish.”

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yatorihell · 6 years

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In The Darkness Chapter 38 - The Goblet of Fire

Word: 1,907

Summary: The champions are revealed. Who is going to be facing the Triwizard Tournament

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Thank you Gio (@themusicalbookworm) for beta-ing me <3

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The first Defence Against the Dark Arts class was…unnerving.

The class sat unusually quiet – aside from the few whispers about how their new professor was an Auror – as they waited for him to arrive.

They didn’t dare breathe when he entered the class. The door slammed shut behind him with a flick of his wrist as he strode to the front of the room, sleeve concealing his wand.

His robes had flashes of white, green and red beneath the black fabric that billowed around him. His long grey hair fell in dreadlocks, one of which fell between his piercing green eyes as he swept over the room with a dark expression before settling on the foremost tables.

“You won’t need those books.”

This was the first time they had heard him spoke. His voice was as cold as steel as he watched the class shuffle their bags, stuffing away their newly bought copies of The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection.

“The Ministry of Magic says you're too young to see illegal Dark Curses.” Rabo didn’t move, but his eyes never ceased to bore into each and every student in turn as he spoke. “I say it’s a load of crap.”

“Someone trying to kill you isn’t going to give you a chance to wave your pathetic wands and say some flowery shit before they can have your guts spills out of your mouths.”

Rabo moved forward, latching onto Yukine who tried to avoid his eye until he was right in front of him. “What are the Unforgivable Curses?”

Yukine looked at Suzuha who was sat next to him. He wasn’t going to do it on him, was he?

Very slowly, Yukine stood up. “The Imperius Curse.”

Rabo silently approved the answer by turning back to his desk. He opened the drawer, hand darting inside to capture a spider the size of a dinner plate. Hiyori, sat on the table beside Yukine and Suzuha, let out a small whimper when Rabo dropped the spider onto the desk.

The point of his wand merged from his sleeve, and without hesitation, he cast the curse. “Imperio!”

The spider twitched before it jumped up, dancing across the table as it were dancing the tarantella. Its movements grew more erratic as if it were tethered to Rabo’s wand which whipped to and fro, a sinister smile tugging at his lips as he watched it helplessly follow his order.

He dropped it after a few more seconds and the spider fell down, spindly legs splayed out on the desk.

“Another,” Rabo ordered. His eyes fell on Hiyori who shrank back in her seat when he moved the limp spider onto her desk. “You.”

Hiyori stood even more slowly than Yukine, throwing him a nervous glance.

“T-the Cruciatus Curse,” she murmured, voice barely loud enough for the class to hear.

He didn’t wait for Hiyori to sit before he cast the spell. “Crucio!”

The spider let out an ear-splitting shriek that made the entire class recoil in their seats, too afraid to cover their ears as they watched their professor torture the creature. The spider shuddered and jerked violently, legs curled into its body as it tried to escape the spell.

Hiyori stood rigid, watching the spider’s agonised dance across her parchment with a look of absolute horror at what she was witnessing.

Rabo’s wand stayed trained on its target, never letting it get more than a few centimetres away before he upped the pain and the spider’s screams turned silent as if its voice had broken.

He jerked his wand away and the spider grew still. Hiyori collapsed back into her seat, white as a sheet as she stared at the spider.

“And the final?” Rabo asked. The class remained silent.

“The Killing Curse,” Suzuha said. He was the only person in the room to look Rabo straight in the eye when he said this, not standing like the others had.

Rabo watched him levelly before his eyes dropped to the spider which was still recovering from its torture. It didn’t know it would all be over soon.

He executed the spell with precision, not a movement nor second wasted.

“Avada Kedavra!”

Blinding green light hit the spider and it rolled onto its back, legs curling up and twitching before it stilled. Silence filled the class.

Suzuha stared at the spider’s corpse, hands balled into fists at the cruelty.

“There is no counter-curse or blocking this spell,” Rabo said. He stared down at Suzuha with no pity or regret.

“If you get hit, you die.”

On Friday night, the anticipated wait was over. For a week, numerous students had stepped forth to the Goblet of Fire, throwing in scraps of paper which they had carefully written their names on whilst their friends whooped them.

Eternal glory sounded like a dream. One that could come true.

Both Bishamon and Yato had thrown their names into the Goblet days ago, watching the fire sear the paper into ash, much to Kazuma’s protests and Hiyori’s pleading for Yato to think it through.

To be honest, Yato didn’t think it through. If Manabu was entering, then so was he. Plus, he wouldn’t mind wiping that smug smirk of ‘Prefect Bishamon’s’ face.

The Durmstrang Students had shuffled onto the end of Slytherin’s table, ignoring the fascinated looks they received, whilst Beauxbaton’s had politely seated themselves at the end of Gryffindor.

Hiyori stole glances at Manubu during the feast, and she as sure he was doing the same to her when she inadvertently caught his eye. She quickly looked down at her plate, hoping that he still wasn’t watching her.

Professor Tenjin stood moments later, and the room fell silent.

“The Goblet is almost ready to make its decision,” Professor Tenjin announced. Madame Kinuha and High Master Okuninushi looked as equally impatient as the students, as well as the entire professor table – except Rabo.

“When I call the champions name, please come to the top of the hall, past the professor table and through to the next chamber for further instructions.”

Professor Tenjin gestured to a small wooden door on the left before he swept his hand up in a grand and the hundreds of floating candles were extinguished into a smoky haze. The room gasped as it was plunged into a near darkness that was broken by faint moonshine.

The Goblet of Fire shone a brilliant white-blue which matched its flames that crackled and roared and, as if on cue, the fiery tongues turned scarlet. The room gasped as a scrap of paper was spat out of the flames.

Professor Tenjin snatched it out of the air and unfolded it. The hall held its breath.

“The champion for Durmstrang,” his voice rang out in the silence, “will be Nana!”

A thunderous applause broke out from the group of Durmstrang students along with the polite applause of the other schools.

Yato craned his head, trying to catch a glimpse of the champion through the huddle of maroon-clad students, congratulating their classmate as they muscled their way to the front. What Yato didn’t expect was a young girl to stride forwards, the same one he nearly missed at Durmstrang’s arrival.

She vanished through the wooden door and the room fell into quiet once more, waiting for the Goblet to make its choice.

A second piece of paper was spat out from the flames which the headmaster read carefully.

“The champion for Beauxbatons –,” a pause, “- is Manabu!”

Yato’s face dropped. He looked at Gryffindor’s table where the Beauxbatons students sat clapping their hands daintily, squeezing Manabu’s arm in congratulations as he grinned and made his way to the awaiting professor’s who ushered him into the side chamber.

Yato wished he hadn’t look at Hiyori, because when he saw her glowing face and mile-wide smile at Manabu’s victory, it felt like the Whomping Willow had winded him.

He wanted to be chosen. He needed to be chosen.

Another roar of fire. Another scrap of paper.

The room held one breath, one heartbeat, as Professor Tenjin announced the final champion.

“The champion for Hogwarts,” a pause, “is Suzuha!”

Fuck.

Yato looked at the Hufflepuff table where, with their backs to him, Yukine and Suzuha hugged. A myriad of people slapped Suzha on the back as he made his way to the front full of smiles and with the deafening cheers of the school behind him.

His eyes skimmed over the Gryffindor table where Hiyori cheered as loudly as before.

He’d missed his chance. His chance to get Hiyori to notice him. Now Hiyori would be all over Manabu and Yukine would be with Suzuha every step of the way. And where would he be?

Nowhere. The din subsided as Professor Tenjin raised his hands.

“Now we have our three champions!” Professor Tenjin called, “but in the end only one will go down in history, only one will –.”

His voice cut off – not that anyone noticed as all their attention had been taken by one thing.

The fire in the Goblet had turned red once again, burning with an even fiercer flame. It spat out a charred piece of parchment which Professor Tenjin caught. He stared at the name, and everyone in the room stared at him.

He cleared his voice and looked up, eyes scanning the table of the far side of the table before finding who had been chosen as the fourth champion.

“Yato.”

Yato was ushered into the side chamber amongst the confusion. A fourth name had been chosen. His name. And no one knew why.

Suzuha, Nana and Manabu sat on small couches looking as equally confused as Yato when he entered the room. He didn’t have time to explain before there was shouting on the steps leading down into the chamber.

He caught the words ‘conspiracy theory’ along by an accented voice shouting his name as the three headmasters, as well as Professor Tsuyu and Professor Takemikazuchi, descending into the room.

“What did you do to that Goblet?!” High Master Okuninushi roared.

Yato stumbled back, nearly falling into the fire. “I didn’t do anything!”

“’e’s lying!” Madame Kinuha barked.

The teachers had encircled Yato, backing him up with nowhere to go. The three champions looked at each other, realising what had happened.

“The Goblet of Fire wouldn’t have chosen a fourth champion unless it had been meddled with!” High Master Okuninushi seethed. He seemed to have grown with his fury, towering above the other professors and making Yato shrink back, wishing he had some Floo powder so he could get out of there.

“The Goblet of Fire is an exceptionally powerful object, only an exceptionally powerful Confundus charm could’ve tricked it!” Professor Tenjin roared back. Yato winced.

Only Professor Tsuyu’s voice was calm, matter-of-factly pointing out that Yato didn’t possess the magic to be able to do such a spell.

The headmasters fell silent. This much was true – but someone did bewitch the Goblet.

“Am I… I mean…” Yato looked between their faces uncertainly. What did this mean? Was his entrance void if someone had cheated him into the competition? There were only meant to be three champions....

“This is a magical contract,” Professor Tenjin closed his eyes, fingers pressed to his forehead before he dropped them and opened his eyes.

The crackling of burning logs and Professor Tenjin’s voice broke the prolonged silence. All eyes were on him.

“As of tonight, you are a Triwizard champion.”

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