A/N thank you for viewing my story! I have fallen in love with the anime Noragami! I have been planning on writing this fic for quite some time now! I hope you enjoy!

- I do not own Noragami or it's characters.

The small teenage boy gazed out the Dusty school window waiting for his mother to arrive. The boy got into a fight with one of his classmates and his group of friends (again). This time it wasn't the boy's fault though. They had pushed him too far, saying the nastiest things. They spread rumors about how he was a demon. If you stared into his piercing blue eyes, you would see your worst nightmare come alive. They would say that he killed people before for his own enjoyment, they would avoid him thinking he was sadistic.

It was a bunch of bullshit.

It's not like he wasn't used to it, no. But this time they had gone to far, pushing his buttons, making the boy throw the first punch. When the teacher came, the group of bullies played the victim card making him get into trouble.

It all started when he was in grade school. He raised his hand to ask a question about the following topic that he didn't understand. His teacher ignored him. He thought nothing of it, until she ignored him day after day. It was like she couldn't see him all, like he was completely invisible. One day, he finally snapped and threw pencils at his teacher to get her to notice him. That's when the rumors started, and the students started avoiding him. It got worse when It followed him into junior high.

His teachers were oblivious to his consistent harassment.

Sometimes the bullying got so bad, he would get physically abused. He would come home with a black eye. When his mom noticed, he would lie saying he was a bit clumsy that that day. Laughing it off and making fun of himself.

It was all a lie.

He wanted everything to end. Sometimes he wanted to end it all.

The teenager new that it would be an idiotic move, and he new Better. He didn't want to die, who would? Just, he couldn't take the abuse any longer. He was too scared to make the final decision to end his life. He felt selfish for being afraid. The world needed one less human roaming around, and that human was him.

The boy huffed In annoyance as he watched his mother's car drive into the school parking lot. He was going to be in allot of trouble when he got home.

He subconsciously ran his hand through his unbrushed ebony hair as his mom entered the school building. They left without saying a word. He didn't dare make eye contact with the half-phantom the tension was just too scary.

The ride home was silent also. Excluding the occasional car that drove by. The boy stared out the fogged window taking in the scenery. The sun peaked through the trees giving it a calm glow. It was a rather calming scene, but he didn't feel rather calm.

"I'm sorry." He apologized trying to sound as sincere as possible. He didn't feel at once apologetic for what he did. They all deserved it for all the abuse and torture they make him go through everyday. He sighed knowing he would have to confront his mother sooner or later about the situation.

"You know better than that, Akira." Hiyori started glancing back at her son. She had enough of his antics. He continuously gets into trouble with students, starting fights and arguments. It was all too troublesome for her to deal with. What made it more troublesome, is the fact that her son was a spitting image of her first love. Her god of fortune. Her Yato.

Akira had his piercing neon eyes that hypnotized you if you looked directly at them. He had his hair, he had those dark violet tresses that she used to run her fingertips through. And the worst of all, is that he had a hint of his smell. That smell that drew her in closer, the smell that made her love him even more.

she missed him, she missed him too much.

It had been about 13 1/2 years since Hiyori had seen Yato. He had cut her ties, little did he know that their ties could never be cut. She still remembered every moment, every memory she had with the deity. She felt ache in her heart everytime she remembered the day he had cut ties with her. He had tears in his eyes explaining that she needed to live a normal life, grow old with her love, and die a peaceful death.

The thing is that he was the love of her life.

When Akira was about five, was when he first asked about his dad. It was an innocent simple question.

And that innocent simple question seemed to break Hiyori a little on the inside.

"Mamma, what was Pappa like?" The boy asked. His big blue eyes stared at his mother waiting for an answer. Akira had just turned five, and when children are five is when they start asking all sorts of strange questions.

"He was like a superhero." Hiyori replied smiling at the boy. Akira gave his mother a quizzical look.

"A superhero?"

Hiyori sighed as she pulled into the driveway of her house. They both got out of the car, and entered the lot. Akira went strait to his room to avoid any interaction with his mother.

Akira felt a wave of tiredness as he plopped onto his bed and groaned. 'Today was an interesting day' he thought to himself lethargically as he stood up and walked to the mirror.

The boy studied his appearance through the glass. Those piercing neon eyes he had learn to hate stared directly at him.

Those eyes...

Those eyes belonged to a lonely boy who saught for love, guidance, and a father. He hated every aspect of himself because he looked like him. Hey knew this. He looked like the bastard who left his mother in college.

That's what he thought.

Little did he know that he was wrong, so very wrong.

Akira went to school the next day, dreading every part if it. The Teenager sat under a sakura tree outside the school during lunch break. He was all alone as usual, no one noticing him, everyone avoiding the lonley teenager.

Oh, would he kill for a simple hello.

"Damn, Late as usual." He muttered to himself as he opened the bento box his mom prepared for him.

"Sometimes I think she's dead!" Akira stated laughing to himself.

Akira had one friend, her name was Hinata. They were childhood friends ever since they were in diapers. Both of their mothers were friends in high school, so they naturally became playmates. The best thing about having a childhood friends is, that they would stick with you no matter what. Despite the rumors, the chaos, and the bullies, they would stick with you in the end.

Honestly, Akira couldn't help but fall for the girl.

She had soft emerald green eyes that he could get lost into for hours. She had long, silky, chestnut hair that he wanted to desperately run his fingers through.

He wanted her. He wanted her bad.

'Ya, like that's ever gonna happen'

"Hey what's up!" A light cheery voice called out breaking him from his trance. He gazed up and saw her... Hinata, the girl he loves.

"Nothing much, just a little tired though."

"Well you should be from what happened yesterday," She gave him a worried gaze as she sat on the grass next to him. "What did they do that set you off?"

"They just said a bunch of stupid crap. But honestly, I'm just glad that I got out okay though. Normally teachers would give a suspension, but all I got was detention." Akira replied leaning back lazily against the tree.

'Now that I think about it, It is a little strange. None of the teachers confronted me today. It's like they forgot.'

"Hey look! It's the demon and his girlfriend!" An all to familiar voice snapped pulling Akira from his trance. Akira looked up to see Akiba Kono and his group of friends. Akiba was a slightly chubby brunette who looked and acted younger than his age. Him and his friends had a habit of picking on Akira and Hinata. Akira felt bad for bringing her into this, but at the same time he felt grateful that she stuck with him through all this torment she and him had to go through.

'They don't know when to stop do they?'

The teenager sighed as he set his bag down next to Hinata and stood up from where he was sitting.

"Can you just stop!" Akira snarled in response. "Don't bring Hinata into this, it has nothing to do with her."

"It always had to do with her." Akuba grabbed the girl's wrist and pinned her onto the ground.

"Get off of me Fatty!" Hinata cried out in pain as she made contact with the asphalt. She gripped her shoulder as blood seeped out of the scrape she now had. Hinata looked up at her best friend pleadingly as her head was pushed against the hot cement. Akira felt rage build up inside of him, no one touches her with getting away with it. Period.

"Hey! don't touch her!" Akira yelled out. As he got ready to attack, as shock of pain grew in his stomach. He fell to the ground in a fetal position as the wet grass soaked through his school uniform. The teenager breathed in and out trying to suppress the uninvited blow. 'I feel weak..'

"Exactly," One of Akuba's friends laughed, as he kicked him over and over again. Akira soon felt the air leave his body as he grabbed onto the grass trying to ease the pain. "The night in shining armor can't save his dear princess now." Akuba smirked smugly, as if he was proud for what he has done...

'I'm going to wipe that smirk off off his face.' He got up pushing the boy that was on top of him onto the ground with a thud.

"Shut up." Akira whispered Harshly catching the Kids off guard. Hinata stared at the boy in shock. His tone, his expression, his language was something that felt so unfamiliar to her. His voice sounded like cold sharp ice, losing its usual warmth and happiness that he usually had in the span of a second.

This wasn't the Akira she grew to know.

There was a long period of silence. Akuba and his friends didn't know what to do as the frightening teenager stared them down. His eyes glowed an intimidating cyan blue as the rage built up in him more with each second. His eyes were Icy and cold, almost like a...

"D-Demon!" The boy stuttered in fear as he walked backwards distancing himself from the intimidating glare. "AHH! THE RUMORS ARE TRUE!" Another boy screamed. Panicking, the group of friends ran away in fear "YOU ARE A DEMON!"

Akira looked down at his best friend in shock, not knowing what just happened. He never felt such anger in his life. He felt the urge to kill... they didn't even do anything that bad.

"What... happened" He said breathlessly as he helped Hinata up from the ground. "That doesn't matter, Are you okay?"

"y-yeah"

"Uh, I'm going to go to class." Akira hesitantly darted off into the bathrooms leaving Hinata dumbfounded under the sakura tree.

Akira hid in one of the stalls in the bathroom as he skipped class that day. He didn't want to confront any of the teachers or Akuba about what happened today. Seemingly, that they had already forgot about yesterday's event, he didn't want to push today's on them getting himself in even more trouble.

'Hopefully Akuba doesn't go running his mouth as usual'

"Why did everyone forget, excluding Akuba?" The teenager mumbled to himself as he pulled his legs up to his chest in thought. "Also, why do they target me? Not some other dimwit? Ugh so many questions!"

Akira sighed as he turned his head. He saw some red spray paint on the bathroom stall door.

The words read:

Delivery God Yato - 365 days a year! I can solve any problem! 090-XXX--3X

"What idiot decides to graffiti the boy's bathroom, also why hasn't anyone noticed! This school is full of morons." The boy mumbled under his breath.

'And why did I only see it now... I guess I'm dealing with a small problem right now, doesn't hurt to call... I guess'

Akira began dialing the random number. He wasn't sure if he was an idiot or a genius, for dialing some number spray painted on the bathroom wall. Soon, the repetitive ringing flowed through his ears as he waited for someone to answer.

To his surprise, someone did.

"Hello! Thank you for calling! Fast, affordable reliable - delivery God Yato at your service!" The voice that answered was bright, bubbly, cheerful. Almost too cheerful...

"I'm dealing with a small problem right now..." the teenagers lips parted as he trailed off. He desperately wanted to push the red 'end call' button out of embarrassment, But he was desperate for help.

A bright light blinded his vision as his eyes met with illuminating azure orbs . They seemed so intimidating.. yet so kind.

almost like his...

A man in his early twenties stood in the teenager's vision at the open stall door. He had slightly long violet strands of hair and bright glowing blue eyes. A Teenage boy stood next to the man; he had scruffy blonde hair and sunset eyes. He looked about Akira's age but a bit older.

"What's your problem, kid?" He questioned. His voice continued to be light and bouncy lifting the darkness and tension that lingered in the air. Somehow, the man that stood before the teenager, felt so familiar; yet so different.

"Uh.. Uh.. I'm having a small bullying problem." The boy stuttered, his eyes gazing away from Yato's. He felt so embarrassed that he couldn't fix it himself. Let alone, ask a God for help.

"I could tell, you have a black eye!" The man laughed.

"A black eye?"

"Yup! My name is Yato and this is Yukine," Yato stated pointing at the blonde boy who stood next to him. "I'm a God, and Yukine is my regalia."

"A lousy one at that." Yukine mumbled under his breath, the deity looked at him with a shocked expression.

"What did you say?" The god responded almost threateningly.

"I said that you are a lousy god!"

"Hey, wouldn't it kill you to respect your master once in a while?!" Yato exclaimed glancing at his regalia.

Yukine scoffed, "Yeah, a little."

"You see what I have to live with? Kids these days..." Yato whispered in Akira's ear. The teenager shrugged in response not knowing what to do in the situation. "So what's your name kid?"

"M-My name is Akira."

"Akira? Huh.." The deity trailed off lost in thought. 'Why does that name sound so familiar? Why is that boy familiar?'

"Well Akira, what are you bullied for?" The god questioned the boy. Akira sighed as he ran his hands through his violet tresses, his blue eyes gazing at an "interesting" spot on the floor.

"Well I-" Akira was cut off by cold laughter. With tired eyes, the boy looked up to see one of Akuba's pawns standing at the door to the stall.

"Wow Akira, I knew you were a demon with those eyes of yours," The teenager laughed, "But seriously, quit talking to your imaginary friends and go make some real ones! Oh wait, you can't!" He then walked out of the bathroom, leaving Akira dumbfounded.

"C-Can we p-please talk somewhere else?" Akira questioned, his eyes glanced down at the floor. "I can take you guys out for lunch if you'd like. I'm not planning to go to class anytime soon."

The deity nodded in response.

The god and his shinki sat in a booth across from the teenager. They were currently at a small restaurant just down the street from the junior high school. Akira sighed as he eyed the menu in thought.

'Is he really a god?'

"So, Akira," Yato started looking up from the menu. "Start from the beginning, I want to hear your story."

"Well, It all started when I was around the fifth grade," The god nodded urging him to continue. "I raised my hand to ask a question about the following topic that we were learning about. My teacher ignored me. I thought nothing of it, until she ignored me day after day. It was like she couldn't see me all. It was almost like I was completely invisible"

The gods eyebrows furrowed. This was a strangely familiar situation, it was almost like he had some type of connection to the far shore somehow. "Go on" Yato urged.

"So, I threw pencils at her. That's when the rumors started," Akira sighed glancing out the dusty window. "It first started out as light teasing you see. Until someone started rumors, I have no idea who. It was all about how I was a demon, all because of my stupid eyes. Everyone thinks I'm a sadistic psychopath, and I'm just sick of all the bullshit you know?" The boy ranted, "On top of it all, my father left my mother before I was born. Which my mom ended up dating drunkard for two years. I just want it to end.." Akira felt tears prickling at the corners of his eyes as he looked away from the boys who sat in front of him.

"Ahh, I'm s-sorry" Akira laughed nervously as he wiped the corners of his eyes.

Yukine stared at the teenager in shock. He felt empathy for the poor boy. he felt the same way he did, all alone, an no one to love him.

Yato noticed the sudden change in his regalia's attitude as he eyed the teary boy in front of him. There was something odd about this boy, but he couldn't put his finger on it. It seemed like he had some connection to the far shore. Seemingly, that people forget about him, or seem to not notice him as often as people should. That's the thing that threw Yato off so much. Does he really have a connection? or...

"Akira, I have a question for you," The God started as he took a sip of water. "Do you ever see, Phantoms... or what you humans call monsters?"

"Uh, are you talking about those random blobs with eyes? If so, then yeah." Akira said making eye contact with the god.

"Those are not blobs with eyes." Yato mused. "Those are ayakashi, or phantoms. Ayakashi are creatures from the far shore, or what you humans call the afterlife. They like to influence humans, and other beings from the far shore. They all range from all shapes and sizes but all feed off of darkness and negative energy. they corrupt people and cause allot of trouble."

"I thought those were a figment of my imagination," The teenager stared at Yato in shock. "But I guess not, huh."

"Yup! But the weird thing is, that you have some sort of connection to the far shore," The god responded "and I want to know why that is."

Yukine eyes darted between the boy and his master. The both looked unusually simular. They both had that violet hair, and those bright blue eyes; it was almost if that the teenager was a carbon copy of the deity. The blonde was surprised that his master didn't notice this at the start.

'I guess hes too much of an idiot, huh.' The blonde thought as he took a sip of his water.

"Hey, Yato... can I please talk to you in private." The shinki whispered to the god. Yato nodded as they stepped away from the boy and outside the restaurant.

"Yukine, what is it? It's not nice to ditch our customer like that," The god stated with an annoyed tone "Plus, I wanna get back too my food."

"Yato, don't you think there isn't anything odd about that boy?" The shinki was astonished that his master was this stupid.

"Yes, I do." Yato states seriously. "But, I still think we should get some answers before we jump to conclusions."

"Also, Yato... Isn't it also strange that he looks exactly like you. He looks like a younger version of you, but with a fluffier hair style!"

"What are you saying?" His master replied, with a quizzical expression. "I'm sure that's just a coincidence! You don't need to blow your head about it!"

The regalia sighed as he looked up at the deity. He he felt hopelessness for the delivery god, as he came the conclusion: his master was a moron.

The two walked back to the young teenager who was waiting for them at the booth. "I already paid the bill!" He exclaimed making a closed eye smile at the two.

"Thank you for the food," Yato thanked Akira. "I can help you with your bullying problem, but it will cost you a five yen coin."

"Okay!" The teenager fumbled through his pockets he felt the cold metal against his fingertips. He found the shiny gold coin and handed it to the deity.

"Your wish has been heard loud and clear! May our fates forever intertwine!"