My name is now Yukine, Yuki to a certain idiot god. I have become a servant, a Regalia, to the god of war, Yato.
Did I mention I'm dead?
I died a while ago, but I can't remember anything other than dying and suddenly being a blade in Yato's hand.
Why'd I have to be the Regalia of that idiot?

"EXCUSE ME?!"

Oh. And did I mention, Yato and I are connected through mind and body? Any emotion I feel, any thought I think... he knows it. Either he's good at repressing them, or it doesn't work in reverse.

I sigh as I try to fall asleep at the shrine we always sleep at. My mind is hazy from the day's events. Hiyori got hurt, but thankfully nothing too severe... and Yato... he actually got mad at me for once.

"Why didn't you revert when I told you to?!"

Yato had never seriously yelled at me like that before, playfully, yeah, but never seriously. It was shocking, to say the least. I lay on my side, a little melancholic that I failed as a Regalia today.
"Look, Yukine. What's done is done. Hiyori didn't get too hurt, she's going to be find after the wound heals," Yato calls out.
"But the fact is... I'm the one that hurt her because I didn't listen to you," I mutter as I look to the side.
"You're still a fairly new Regalia, Yukine. Don't beat yourself up," Yato brushes it off.
"You... also yelled at me for the first time... You've never yelled at me," I hide into my jacket.
"I wasn't yelling at you... I was yelling to yell... I panicked. Gods can panic, y'know," Yato rolls over on his side toward me. "I was just afraid of why might have happened to Hiyori is all."
"Right..." I mutter. I still feel guilty. I hurt Hiyori. I hope she can forgive me.
"She will," Yato state and pats my head.
"You know, you reading my mind like that is a bit unsettling," I grumble as I close my eyes to fall asleep.
"May you have pleasant dreams, Yukine..."
I know I'm a bit abrasive and rude to Yato... he gave me life again... in a way. I can eat, feel cold, feel emotions... all because of him... and I treat him like crap. He basically gave me a second chance at life at the mere price that I remain by his side as his weapon. Sure he has sweaty hands, but compared to being dead... I'd take being gripped by sweaty hands anyday.
The worst part about all this... is that no matter how cruel I can be towards Yato... he still smiles and shows me kindness. I hate that about him. He's a total pushover sometimes...
I'm sorry, Yato...

I wake up the next morning to a hyperactive god, dancing about. I blink and yawn.
"What's got you all worked up?" I ask.
"We've got three jobs to do today! That's 15 yen!" Yato grins stupidly. I swear this man's a moron... but he does look happy.
"Alright. What do we have to do?"
"The first thing before the jobs is we have to make sure Hiyori's alright. She won't be able to tag along for a while because of her wounds, so we should make sure she's doing okay," Yato smiles and nods before teleporting us into Hiyori's room.
Her body's sound asleep... which means...
"Ah... she separated again," Yato blinks as he looks around for her. She's troublesome in her own way, but at least she's no slacker like the god I have to serve.
"Hey!" Yato growls at me. Oh yeah... he knows my every thoughts.
"I wish you'd stop that... it's creepin' me out," I groan.
"I can't. It's an automatic thing. It won't stop unless you stop thinking or feeling," Yato explains. "But then you wouldn't be a person."
I blink and look away, cheeks flushing slightly. I remember his words to me...

"I gave you person's name, so I want you to live as a person!"

"Oh! Hi there!" I turn to look at Hiyori. I look down.
"I'm sorry... Hiyori... for hurting you," I mumble.
"It's fine, really. Just a few scratches is all," she smiles sweetly at me.
"Yeah... but if I had listened to Yato, then you wouldn't have-"
"Enough, Yukine. You didn't do anything wrong. You were doing what you thought was right. Anyways, Hiyori... I think you should stay here for a while... at least until your soul and body heal completely," Yato looks to her and she goes to argue but he shoots her a serious look.
"Fine. But you two better stay safe!" Hiyori crosses her arms and pouts. Yato smiles and ruffles her hair.
"I'm a god with the best Regalia around, of course we're gonna be safe!" He chuckles.
Somehow... him calling me the best Regalia around... gives me joy. Hiyori could have said it and I would have felt modest about it... but when Yato says it... I want him to say it more.
Why?
Yato looks at me, noticing my flustered complexion... and probably my awkward thoughts and feelings. He gives a small smile and we teleport to our first job.
Yato... can you tell me what's wrong with me?
"No... sadly I can't," Yato shakes his head. "That's something you have to figure out. But when you do, let me know." He ruffles my hair and my cheeks flush.
"Stop reading my thoughts! Or at least, stop responding to them, you creep!" I yell at him. He looks rather taken aback at my calling him a creep. "Ah... Yato... the jobs?"
"Right right! Our first job is cleaning an old lady's house!" Yato proclaims.
"And I am of use, how?" I ask, monotony in every word I say.
"Because with you there, we can get it done twice as fast and earn that 5 yen coin!" He grins and takes off toward the house.
I sigh. He really is an idiot.

"I'm a god with the best Regalia around."

I smile and blush lightly before shaking my head. Stop it! Why am I getting so worked up over such a simple phrase. I jog to catch up with the idiot god... to whom I'm serving.
Why do things have to be so complex and complicated?

Sorry the chapter is so short.
I just really wanted to get this out there. :)
So just note that I haven't read the manga OR finished the anime... so... some things are gonna be a bit off with this story...
But when have any of my stories been accurate? xD

Your author,
Nova