Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Anime

: Noragami

Pairing

: Yato/Yabokux Kagome

Summary

: She had always been good at running. Running from demons was nothing new but now she's alone and is going to suffer a fate worse then death if she's caught. Well, she wouldn't if one God as anything to say about it.

Presence of Purity
Chapter One: Servants of Gods

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Her feet hit the ground in a steady rhythm. Her breathing was harsh and coming out in quick pants. She could feel them at her back - the youkai. There was blood sliding down her skin, her miko robes torn. Her cerulean eyes were wide and tears burned them as she continued to run; she had to get away. She had to. Since she had been trapped in this time period, she had decided to try her hand at travelling. She wanted to help people, becoming a wandering priestess since Rin was in training under Kaede.

The village hadn't needed her.

What a mistake.

She had been ambushed by lower level oni and they had broken her bow in the skirmish.

Kagome had barely managed to get away.

How stupid!

Inuyasha isn't here to protect me anymore, she thought fretfully, dodging branches and leaping over fallen forestry.

She felt a hand reach for her and a laugh followed when she cried out and ran faster.

A tear slipped down her cheek, mingling with sweat, and she prayed as she ran. She prayed they would lose interest, prayed for help if they didn't. She knew what lower level oni considered fun and she choked back a sob.

Please help me!, she silently screamed.

She broke through the forest into a clearing and she stumbled over a small rock. She landed harshly on the ground and her mouth set into a grim line as she tried to push herself up but there was a hand in her hair yanking her back to the ground. She caught a glimpse of green skin and she called on whatever power she could. The oni howled in pain and he let her go before another oni was there and kicking her in the stomach. Something broke, she felt the crunch, and the air left her body as blood spurted from her lips.

"Fucking, miko." The one in pain cursed. The one that kicked her was purple and large, a typical lower level oni, a brown loin cloth the only thing covering him, his arms bulging with muscles. "We should eat her after we have fun with her."

The purple one chuckled, his crimson eyes bearing down on her, "Never had miko before."

Their laughter was loud and Kagome lay on her hands and knees relearning to breathe, her skin pale, limbs trembling with fear. She could hurt them, but she couldn't do enough damage on her own. She needed a weapon to kill them and she didn't have anything. She was going suffer if she didn't figure out something soon.

As her mind was thinking about her possible escape there was a voice cutting through the laughter, soft but dangerous, "And you never will."

The laughter stopped and the oni turned. There was a ruffling over her clothing as an aura suffocated the clearing. Kagome looked up but couldn't see anything with the two oni in front of her. That suffocating aura touched her, smoothed over her a gentle caress and Kagome found it in her to gasp.

God.

There was a God in the clearing with them.

The oni created a wall in front of her and the green one growled, "Who the fu - " he never finished. She heard the blood splatter, watched it hit the ground, felt several drops touch her face. The second one opened his mouth but nothing came out. His body hit the ground first, followed by his head. It rolled and stopped in front of her, it's eyes wide and shocked. Kagome tried to move but her legs were locked and her body couldn't stop trembling.

She had stared death many times before.

But this had been different.

She tried to look up but her body was stiff, stuck on it's hands and knees.

There was a flick and she heard a sword being sheathed.

That neck ruffling power breathed over her.

The clearing was silent except for her grasping breaths. Wind moved her, cooling her heated skin and then she heard the God take several steps toward her before he crouched. Long fingers touched her chin and coaxed her to look up at him. Dark cerulean met startling electric blue. There was crimson soaking a pale face, blood from the oni he had slain, dark purple hair pulled into a small ponytail.

His voice was cool but gentle when he greeted her, "Miko."

His divinity soothed over her, a lover's caress, reassuring her that she was safe in his presence.

He was a God and he wouldn't hurt her.

His aura beckoned her gently, coaxed her own frenzied aura into a calm.

She felt her limbs relax and she would have fallen to the ground had his hands not grabbed her pulled her limply to him. Her head was pressed to his chest and she caught the scent of old blood before the tears came. The hand not wrapped behind her shoulders, moved to her hair and brushed back the damp strands. Wrapped in his divine presence she felt warm and safe.

She couldn't have stopped the tears if she tried.

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Gods were interesting creatures.

They didn't have moral scruples, not like humans did.

Although her cheeks were crimson, when he relieved her of her shredded clothing she didn't protest. She was aching and the robes were sticking to the wound in her side and she knew there was nothing sexual in his assessing gaze. His presence soothed her, wrapped around her like a security blanket. With gentle, calloused fingers he helped her into the cool stream he had carried her to. There was a black bruise forming around her mid section and every breath hurt and came out raspy.

His outer robes were removed, leaving him in a plain white yukata as he walked her to the deeper part of the stream.

"Can you not heal yourself?" he questioned.

Kagome looked down, ashamed, and shook her head, "I'm not a very good miko." The water stopped just above her breasts and she sighed despite the chill to her skin.

His bright eyes gazed down at her curiously, shrewdly, "If you had a God to pay patronage to, you could heal."

Her smile was soft and wistful, "And who would want a miko that didn't formally practice, that can barely save herself?"

The God's eyes were soft for a moment before the coolness in his gaze ate it away, "I would. I do not have a miko of my own." His aura sang along her skin, touched her in ways only a God could. He took what little breath she had and stole it away with his aura dancing through hers. His eyelids closed, leaving only a sliver of blue, dark lashes encasing them making them seem bluer, "My miko would not need to save herself, I can save her easily enough."

His aura flexed, the water around them warming, scaring away any curious fish, and she found it in her to breathe again, "God of Calamity." She whispered and he nodded his head once. They were Gods of War and the smell of blood suddenly made sense. His eyes opened fully and he took a step toward her, leaned forward, and pressed his cheek to hers. His breath came out a shuddered sigh, mirroring her own. The water moved around them slowly and he lifted his hands to grasp her cheeks.

His lips were parted just above hers and she felt her soul ache.

Her aura flicked to life around her, surging to meet his.

His eyes were closed and his breath mingled with hers, "A miko shouldn't be by herself." His voice was soft and despite the pain and aching in her limbs, her fingers found purchase in his clothing, her hands tight in the front of his yukata. His voice dropped lower, "Let me take care of you. Never will you fear another again - never will you be alone."

Tears blurred her vision and she suspected he felt the pain in her heart.

She was alone.

Inuyasha had chosen not to pursue a relationship with her.

He said they were family first.

So she ran away as far and fast as she could from him, her heart tender and bruised.

And look where her running got her.

Miko were meant to serve Gods.

He held her patiently and gently, waiting for acceptance or rejection. She lifted her hands and held them over his which were still on her cheeks.

His divine presence lazily soothed her own and she nodded her head.

She wouldn't be alone.

And he looked at her like she was worth more then jewels.

She looked up at him, "I'll always be hunted." She murmured gently, a hand moving to her chest, "The Shikon jewel resides in me."

For a second, all that coolness faded in his face, he grinned and it was somehow feral, "I look forward to the challenge." Battle sung in his blood, he would take on anything that stood to remove her from him. "What say you, little miko?"

She looked into his eyes and they were earnest and tender.

He saved her life. Saved her from a fate worse then death.

Kagome nodded her head once and he smiled, it made his face younger, softer, his eyes crinkling at the edges and her breath caught. He wrapped his arms around her and he sighed as he tucked her head under his chin. His voice rumbled through her, "I, Yaboku... God of Calamity take this miko as my own. I will protect and cherish her for as long as we live. I hereby bind her life to mine. Does the miko, Kagome, accept?" Kagome's cheeks burned crimson, thinking it sounded a lot like marriage. His aura rose through hers, his soul reaching and grabbing. Kagome gasped and shivered.

She sighed gently, her heart thrumming in her chest, "I accept."

He pulled her away for just a moment and the raw happiness on his features made him achingly beautiful. He looked at her, gazed at her through dark eyes, and then he was there. His lips were gentle on hers, his power pushing through her, marking her, branding her. She gasped and his tongue swept into her mouth, tasting her. She felt warmth pool in her body, wounds and bruises healing in seconds, and then the healing warmth became something else all together.

His hands moved down her sides, disappearing under the water, thumbs caressing the underside of her breasts and she moaned gently into his mouth, her tongue entwining with is. He pulled her tight to him, her front pressed to his, as his hands reached behind her and grabbed her rear. His power continued it's dance and Kagome's moved with his in sync. When he pulled away, his forehead touching hers, their breathing was labored.

His eyes were closed but his face was almost a grimace of pain, "I promise..." his voice was so soft that she barely heard him despite him being so close, "I'll take care of you. I will, I will, I will."

As Kagome looked at the God of Calamity, looked at Yaboku... she believed him.

And just because he was her God, just because she could, she leaned up and kissed him again.

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'Gome Yuki: The first installment of my drabble series. O_O I LOVE YATO. There might be a continuation to this one. Might. Some will be longer, some will be shorter, lemons will be listed on AO3. Leave a review, yeah? Thanks guys! I think my next one might be Legolas (Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit) or Connor (Young Justice). I think Yato is so unlucky, has so much baggage that had he actually found a miko at this age, he would have been grateful. Right now he's lost, a killer, nothing more then a granter of the worst wishes. I think Kagome would be the turning point for him. Review, please? Thanks again!