Title: Red
A/N: Prompt was fate or a colour, and I chose the colour red.
Nothing spoiler-y, safe to read for those who haven't read the manga!

Out of all the colours in the rainbow, Yato would have to say red was his least favourite.

Red reminds him of cold, cold eyes that always held a glint of lies and deceit every time she came to persuade Yato to come back to her and father. How no other shinki would do because they would always leave in the end once they have heard rumours about the far, far past. No one wants to be a shinki to the God of Calamity.

Red reminds him of a god's gift to their shinki, the old Japanese character branding the dead to follow him. Two names pulse within him, one he's oh so very glad he found and the other he wishes he could release but he can't because obligation and the idea of a safety net is so tempting to keep forever but really, Yukine deserves better.

Red reminds him of the morbid arc of life seeping from his targets from the wounds he inflicted on them. He tries his best to forget the fear-stricken eyes from bodies that were too many to count.

Red is his least favourite colour.

But then, Yato thinks, It's ironic that my favourite colour is a shade lighter than red.

Because that shade reminds him of warm, warm eyes that look at him in annoyed fondness, that actually overflows with concerned tears because ofhim, and not because of what he's done.

That shade reminds him of a constant presence cloaked in a student's uniform that frustratingly follows him despite him telling her to stop. Stop because if fights get too dangerous, the only link to her and her real body will be severed and she'll die for real.

That shade saved him two times and he'll do anything possible to make her the happiest woman alive.

Yato flips the five yen into the air and catches it. He thumbs it and presses to his lips, whispering promises to it.

Your wish has been heard loud and clear.

edit: 04/01 oops, copy and paste didn't work out that well