[Continued from here] "Hey, you waited!" Yato exclaimed as he walked up to the old wall that Yukine had been perched on for the past twenty or so minutes. The blond boy's head raised, a sour expression on his face as he peered up at the sheepish grin of his... acquaintance, he supposed. He didn't have a nicer word for what Yato was to him, and so that one would have to do. "Thanks a bunch. Made it totally easy to find you, unlike the usual. Have you considered GPS tracking—"
"No," Yukine said flatly, hopping off the wall and taking one last glance at the well. "Absolutely not. Creep."
"Gosh, I didn't mean anything by it!" Yato huffed, looking embarrassed, dejected... nothing he wouldn't bounce back from in the next few seconds. And sure enough, as the god's eyes fell on the old well, he'd forgotten all about his suggestion to limit what little freedom Yukine felt he had. Yato was worse than an overbearing parent. More like an overbearing boss who couldn't get anything done without his help. "Woooah... is that the well?"
"Only well around here," Yukine muttered, jamming his hands into his pockets and pulling out the coins. He held them out to Yato, who peered at them with a raised brow, taking one from the boy's palm to sniff and recoil. "What?"
"These are..." Yato brought it back to his nose and took a longer, slower sniff, his brow furrowing. "These...
YEEK!" Yato shrieked and dropped the coins suddenly, startling Yukine out of his somber look, leaping backwards like a startled cat. The coins dropped to the grass, and Yato stared at the burnlike marks that had darkened the skin of his fingers. All at once the goofy atmosphere around the god faded, his blue eyes sharpening to slits. "Blighted."
Yukine was on alert, already inching closer to Yato as he put his eyes on the well, the coins on the ground, the area around them. "We can purify it later—we should get out of... here..." Yukine trailed off as the well began to rumble. The sky overhead, cloudy as it had been all day, began to darken. The rumbling began to rise to a roar, and Yato stood tall, squaring his shoulders as he stared it down, watched as a pair of eyes rolled out of the dark hole of the well, surrounded by thick clouds of murky black.
"Yukine... that storm's gonna have to wait."
[Raffle Post]