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[Sometime during the day comes a pop-up message that could be spam were it not from a legitimate Outsider source. Contained within is one (1) fancy ass invitation, thus:]

Welcome one and all to the first annual LILITH charity calendar sign up!

Interested in helping poor, unfortunate orphans this holiday season? Looking to get your loved ones the perfect custom gift? Want to play a prank on your friends?

Then sign up today to be part of our exclusive LILITH charity calendar! You too can be the star you always dreamed of! Or revenge can be yours! We're not picky, it's for charity!!

Choose your favorite month when you sign up or let us decide for you! *Pending printing approval.

CODED BY TESSISAMESS

[So yes, Yato is organizing a pin-up calendar of Outsiders, if anyone it interested in donating their beautiful visage to the project! Will the calendar be racy or tame? It all depends upon YOU!]

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Everyone I knew always hated school, but I guess if you only go for a day it can seem pretty fun.

Are you still trying to market yourself here? We really need to come up with something better if so.

Grass is always greener, yeah? When it's something you've never tried before, anything might seem fun.

Kinda! I've been branching out to try different markets, like private investigator, manicurist, and a pet photographer.

[In other words, not sticking with anything longer than a month.]

[ being in the buff -- does he mean without any clothes at all? ahh yikes. ]

it just feels like a hassle to catch up to all the advances.
im from 1989! so much goes over my head, it makes me feel ancient.
but i cant use that as an excuse to not learn. oh well, it's my burden, i just needed to vent for a moment.

Those are all pretty different.

[ Is that good? Is that bad? ]

Are any of them working out for you?

Yeah! There's so many varieties of job out there, I can't help but want to try them all!

[Unfortunately, it kind of makes him a Jack of All Trades, yet a master of none.]

I think I was doing pretty good at being a manicurist, but sitting there for so long every day kinda made me antsy.

Hmm...you could always find a way to add a little flair to it. Like manicuring while riding a bicycle! Or while hanging upside down from a tree or something.

[ These are not serious suggestions that Yato should take. ]

[Oh no. Oh no.]

You might be onto something there! I could do nails while showing off my sword skills or something! Maybe breathe fire to dry them!

You know how to breathe fire??

Er

not yet? I bet I could learn, though!

[ lmao HMMM.

what are the things he thinks a human girl needs? they'll have to broach that and figure it out. as far as she's concerned, she's happy with him. she was his friend when he was broke, hopeless, and full of secrets. she's his girlfriend now. he doesn't need to be rich or wildly successful. he only needs to be yato.

they can figure out the rest. taking care of each other.

at the back of her mind, yato's pain pricks at her. she should get that pain medication. she should do something. should she... return the favor he did for her? would that help? it sure as heck helped her.

maybe because he's said it so much, she almost misses it. almost. the three words ping at the Feel Good cells in her brain. aaah, yato loves her. ]

I love you. I want to be here. Especially when you need me, I'm here. [ because she loves him, too. so much. he's always on her mind but even more after this. if possible. remembering the cool bottle, she searches for it and then continues pressing it along his warm skin. ] But also whenever you want me.

[ if that's just to cuddle a bit on the staff couch. ]

... Should we both go back to base for rest?

[Their needs are - he assumes - much like those of men, although with a few extras to account for the female body. Their wants however... Those he's less sure of, truthfully. Cute clothes, fun collectibles and stuffed animals, and for Hiyori, wrestling magazines and DVDs... Maybe a companion like a cat? All things he's still unsure he's fit to provide. Like a proper boyfriend should. Or is he getting ahead of himself and thinking what a husband ought to be doing--?

Either way, he wants to make sure that she has everything she needs and wants. To make her the happiest girl in this world, too. Though that's going to be damn difficult with all this bullshit going on constantly.

Her little surge of happiness comes through to him like a soft, gentle wave, making him smile in spite of his aching leg, causing him to hold on tighter for a moment. These rings sure are useful. They don't even need to say anything to share what they're feeling. It's like their hearts beat as one.]

I know. You're always right where I need you, whenever I need you. It's like some inborn talent you have. And I appreciate it a lot... [Turning his head, he buries his face against her with a content sigh, shivering lightly as the bottle touches another overheated place.] Mmm... Want you all the time, though.

[He mumbles against her, kissing absently at her.]

Sounds good. A nap would probably be ideal. I can feel myself getting overheated again.

[ shelter and food, sure. those are basic. gods have needs as much as man, too. not so much FOOD but the other "f" word. fuck. just kidding.

faith.

even then, hiyori's wants like those cute clothes and face care are so far behind one want that trumps most of them: her want to be with yato and loved by him. have him love only her. to spend their time together, to fall asleep in his arms, to have him drop by with dinner so they can share food. to discover how far his morality goes --

nono.

what hiyori wants is a partnership with him. sure, gifts now and then are nice but more important is trust. a companionship. a safe place to be - especially so with the bullshit going on. that they can come to each other like this and know they'll be taken care of. like his visit to her hospital room. like yato finding her here.

back when she was a teenager, she was always chasing him. largely thanks to her ayakashi nose. her "inborn talent." a breathless laugh escapes her before her cheeks start to get warm, too.

another thing they feel the same about. wanting each other all the time. ]

That would be the fever. [ disentangling their limbs, after placing a quick kiss on his cheek, she stands. ] I'm going to grab some antibiotics. [ and see if she can't get away with some stronger meds.

that's yato's need, right now, and it's her job to meet it. ] Wait here, okay? I'll just be a bit, then we'll go back together.

[Safety from ayakashi, sure. Though the elements aren't as much of a problem, thankfully. That F-word, though... it may soon develop into a need for Yato. Faith takes many forms, after all, and physical worship is just as valid as the spiritual kind.

Thankfully he can grant her almost all her heart's desires regarding him, so long as he tries real hard to not get into trouble. That's still a learning process. Though his heart will always reside with her. She has it, wholly and completely. There's no other for him. Anything she'd ask of him, he'd give, piece by piece, until there's nothing of him left but an endless fountain of love.

If he can represent that safe place for her, then he'll be that, too. Shelter her from all the bad, horrifying things out there in this world and the next, protecting her just as he always has. Because she's done the same for him, too. It's the strength of their bond that enables them to be each other's savior no matter what they face.

And right now, she is his. Helping him take care of his leg, his fever... All he wants to do is crawl into bed with her and rest.

Sighing, he nods woozily. At least until she extracts herself, leaving him whining weakly even with the kiss. It might have been too hot, but it was so cozy...] Mmm 'kay. If you gotta.

[Falling back onto the loveseat, he drapes an arm over his face with a long sigh. Ugh, yeah, he definitely needs care right now...] Hurry back, alright...?

[ unleashed the beast. on that too, they're similar. just

maybe

not right now. when he's sick? you won't hear her saying "no", in any case.

for his whine, she shoots him an apologetic look and nods. she does, she has to. as if she can let yato suffer like this. hiyori pushes her shorter hair out of her face, running her fingers through her bangs. it'll be quick. after working here for months, the whereabouts of almost everything aren't unknown to her.

it shouldn't be too weird for a nurse with a broken arm to want some stronger pain meds. she can do this. ]

I'll be as fast as I can. Promise. [ one more look at him and her resolve is bolstered. yeah, she's doing this. before leaving, she makes sure yato knows he has water. then, she turns and exits the break room.

in record time, she makes it to the pharmacy. she holds a notepad in hand, scribbling down yato's prescription, and hesitates before signing her name as indecipherable as possible. although the clerk gives her a funny look, they nod and gather the right meds for her.

yato only has to wait less than ten minutes before she's back, holding a baggie in her hand and out of breath. she approaches quickly, checking on him immediately. ] Hey. [ low and soft. ]

Ready to go? I have everything.

[The beast is more a mewl than a roar at the moment, though, heh.

Not that he would ever dare to say no if she decided to, er, give him a hand. Yes indeed.

Even though he knows it's best that she go get done what needs to be done, that doesn't mean he has to like being separated from her. Now more than ever, he just wants to hold her hand, preferably to his cheek, and snuggle up close together for a few hours. Perhaps overnight. Long enough for his fever to break, anyways.

Still, he lets her go with a nod, quickly falling into a swift doze in the short span of time she's away. It's not restful at all, with his leg twitching in pain and vague nightmares plaguing him, but thankfully neither last too long, for Hiyori is swift. He starts awake with a sharp inhale and a wince before struggling to push himself upright.]

Mmm, yeah... Ready whenever ya are. [Though he looks more out of it than she's probably ever seen him, at least since he was blighted. Favoring his good leg, he hoists himself to his feet, fumbling blindly for a moment to grasp her hand. She probably doesn't need rings to feel his exhaustion, but it's there in the background anyway, a looming sense of lethargy.] You sure you're not gonna get in trouble for this...? Don't wanna be a bother.

[ kittens can be feral, too.

don't worry. she's there. as she ever is when yato needs someone, rushing to his aid without a second thought. for carrying to kofuku's, for yomi, for his fight against heaven or his father, for this. how he looks reminds her of when he was blighted. thinking back on it, she let herself be oblivious to his suffering in fear of confronting yukine. not anymore.

though the ring makes it abundantly clear how tired he is.

she grips his hand and helps him to his feet, hovering on the opposite side of him. if she left anything behind, she'll pick it up some other time.

he's not a bother. how could he still think that? not to her. ]

If I get in trouble, I'll have you make it up to me when you're feeling better.

[ if he remembers any of this.

once she gets his arm around her shoulders, they're making their way out of the room. out of the hospital. the trek back to the base feels unnecessarily long but short at the same time. she wishes she could fly or teleport like he can but they travel by foot. she wishes he would've stayed in bed. all it would take is a text: hiyori sick help me. or something along those lines.

on the train ride, she lets him nap against her if he needs. fingers in his hair at his nape, stroking soothingly. ]

[This is true.

Is it truly any wonder that he considers her his angel? Like a gift from the Heavens, she's there, like an angel, her touch heals. She protects and guides him through thick and thin. How could he resist falling for her? It was inevitable, really. Fate, if you want to get poetic.

What he cares about right now though isn't poetry or fiction, but reality. That she's still here with him, despite all she's been through herself. How could anybody ask for anything more?

Blame the fever for his loose lips, though. Right now all he feels like is trouble warmed over.

Curling his fingers tightly around hers, he lets himself lean lightly on her as they walk, not enough to weigh her down, but enough to take some of the force off his leg..]

I can do that. Won't even charge you five yen, heh.

[He manages a small smile to go with his chuckle, though it weak. As is the rest of him, easily manhandled and guided along the path home. Strange to think of it as home now, but there it is.

He snuggles against her easily on the train, lost in a haze of fever and affection, though he insists on holding her other hand in his own extra clammy one. It helps ground him, making sure he doesn't fall back into the nightmares that lurk at the edge of his mind, waiting for him to doze.

And once back at base and in the room - which, he's not sure - he releases her to shed his jacket and shirt and boots before stumbling towards the bed. He knows he needs to lie down. That much is clear. But he's also got enough awareness of his surroundings to scoot over, making room for Hiyori whenever she's ready.]

Mmm, sorry 'bout all this, Hiyori...

[ unlike her teenage counterpart, hiyori doesn't complain about his extra sweaty palms on the train. or at any point during their trip.

for the record, they're in her room in redemption. each article of clothing that he sheds, she picks up and puts away silently. his boots, grabbed and set beside the door. as much as she wants to join him, she's unfolding the bag of things she brought with her and looking for a medical kit she bought for emergencies. ]

Shh.

[ she hushes gently, finally joining him and sitting at the edge of her bed when she has the things to ease the pain. ]

Don't be sorry about needing help, Yato. From me, especially.

[ very gently, she eases his ankle into her lap and pours some of the antibiotical and cooling cream into her palms. from there, she presses along his burnt leg with methodical but careful motions. it might hurt at first but it's quickly followed by the balm of treatment. ]

You can rest. I've got you, okay?

[He probably would just laugh weakly if she did, honestly. He doesn't have it in him to be indignant.

That it's her room probably explains why he happily buries his nose in the pillow on his side, inhaling deeply before letting out a shaking sigh. That he didn't bother to put anything away is also telling; normally he at least gets his boots by the door. But right now even that is beyond him. It's all he can do to not immediately drift off to sleep upon hitting the mattress.]

'kay... If you say so.

[Though his attempt to reach sleep is interrupted by the sharp sting of the medicine, making him flinch in a full-body quiver and hiss softly, trailing off into a pathetic whine. Mumbling something about it hurting, he finally begins to relax as the pain dulls and her voice reaches him again.]

Yeah, I-- [With considerable effort, he gets his eyes open to stare at her hazily.] You'll come to bed, too, right...? When you're done...?

Oh? Were you hoping to become famous?

In a way! I want to become the greatest God of Fortune out there, with a million followers singing my praises!

[ all of it is rather telling, frankly. though there's no need to comment on any of it. even yato's response, slurred and ambivalent says plenty.

should've warned him it might string. hiyori whispers an apology quickly, and "I know but it'll help" following him complaining about it hurting. it hurts now, but it'll make the other pain go away. the throbbing one he was talking about. soothing and cooling and numbing. if it's still unbearable, she has the special pills too. this, first. just in case there's some underlying problem.

she isn't sure how close gods are to humans. anatomically, they're... compatible. biologically? well.

as yato relaxes, so does she. a relieved breath slowly leaving her chest and taking some of the worry with it. he'll be okay. even foggy with pain, yato's eyes are so pretty. ]

I will. When I'm done. I just need to wrap your leg back up. [ she shows him the gauze with what she hopes is a reassuring smile. she's not going anywhere.

with that, she gets to work on wrapping him back up. somehow managing it with one broken arm, too. girl is determined when she wants to be. only once she secures it in place does she put everything aside on her side table and crawl up towards the pillows. ]

There. All done. Great job.

[ she says, like she used to with her kid patients. ]

[It's a good thing, since conversation is getting harder and harder for him to follow.

Yet her words of apology and soothing reach him even in his semi-delirious state. Once the initial contact is over with, it seems easier for him to bear, allowing him to relax with a sigh as he sinks deep into the bedding, limbs heavy with exhaustion.

Hopefully he is compatible in every sense, because that's how he wants to be. As Hiyori Compliant as possible. He wants to be everything for her, if possible.

Blindly, he reaches out for her until his hand rests on her knee, allowing him to oh so gently latch onto her pants leg. Clinging as a child might to someone they don't want to go.]

'kay 'kay... Guess it does need to be covered, huh... [With an almost content smile on his face, he watches her work, his breathing evening out to be less labored and ragged. She really is a miracle disguised as a human. That much he's sure of by now. Not even sickness can obscure that fact.

And once she's alongside him, he really does smile, twisting his upper body enough to cuddle up close, hot forehead resting against her shoulder.]

Hehe, yay~ I got a great job from Dr. Iki~

[Somehow that pleases him far more than it should. It's probably the fever making him giggly.]

[ they're a beat-down and broken pair, aren't they? hiyori's gotten used to her aches and dull pains, but she had no idea that yato was injured. in more pain than she. for now, she tries not to huff about it. that he would hide something as serious as this from her to keep what little peace of mind she's gotten back in the few weeks since the rescue.

she could've helped him much sooner if he wasn't so -

ah. well, she can help him now. they can talk about it later. if they're as compatible as he wants, they can overcome that obstacle. lost in thought, yato's fingers clinging to her nurse scrubs jerks her back to the reality that, maybe more than the pain, being separated -even to do some work - scares him.

hard to believe it when he looks so happy and immediately seeks to cuddle her. she doesn't fight it. some things haven't changed. his childishness... hmm. will it ever?

nonetheless, he's a giggly goober. with any luck, his fever will break with enough rest. what was he doing, out and about? ]

You'll get another if you go to sleep.

[ in the meantime, she's pulling her socks and her scrubs off so she's in a camisole and underwear. it'll have to do for sleepwear since yato doesn't seem too willing to let her go. ]

[They sure are a mess, there's no getting around that. Thankfully he still has a bit of his godly constitution, so a bit of rest should be all he needs to recover to a degree where he can get back to nursing Hiyori. She's the one who went through hell, after all, not him. This is just some stupid battle wound from him being inattentive.

Though perhaps he should have mentioned feeling under the weather sooner... He just... figured it would subside like most of his injuries do with rest. He needs to remember he's not a full god anymore here. And yeah, that's nerve-wracking. What if his illness doesn't get better? What if he-- he gets worse, and... No, he can't think like that. For one, it's too terrifying. For another, he can't quite focus that long.

Hiyori. That much he clings to, literally and metaphorically. She's all he needs right now. That and sleep. He can recognize that much, too.

Then he can thank her with a plethora of kisses and maybe breakfast in bed, and they can talk about their days like normal again.]

Promise...?

[As the fabric slips from his fingers, he lifts his head up enough to make sure she isn't going anywhere, then opens an arm to welcome her in. Hug plz. Don't mind the warm body.]

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