Close encounters (Yato x GNReader) by pr164 on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

A/N: All of my fan fiction I tend to write are gender neutral. Makes sense to me tbh.

Rain drips down hitting the solid tin roof that covers your body. Curling up on your bed, gripping the shirt around the torso. Praying, everything will come to an end.

Living alone bothered you, with only scrape money you ended up building a house outside of the city. Scared for any encounters, guns where stashed in places of your home for protection.

Every now and again, some people from the city would come by trespassing on your property. Ready and armed, scaring them away from the small tin roofed house you lived in.

All encounters are dangerous, that’s why you were armed and ready.

Knocking arose on the door, as your body started to drift asleep. Stumbling to the door, pain shooting up the leg, grabbing the pistol from your countertop, you made your way to the door. Upon opening the door a person drenched head to toe wearing a jump suite was standing with a beaming smile.

“Who the hell are you and why are you on my property?” Speaking as the gun was now loaded and pointing towards him.

“Hey easy there! You can shot me but won’t do any harm. I’m-““Cut the crap short! Get off my property or else I’ll shot.” The man looked your figure up and down, before you knew it. The strange man walked away without another word. “Thank goodness.” Those words mumbled out of your mouth before turning around the see the exact same person in your house. “What? The… how did you? Never mind that.” Lifting the gun you pointed it towards him, once again. “Get out!”

“I said take it easy already!” Rolling your eyes to his comment you push the trigger sending a bullet straight at him. Aiming for the arm didn’t work as he backed up a step. “I said it won’t work. Stop being a child.”

“I’m not a child! I’m a full grown adult who can kick your ass! So leave… you have no business here.”

“Ah! But I do…” The man flicked a business cars towards you, ignoring it made it fall onto your feet.

Sighing and taking glimpse down, you see an image of his face, a phone number and the slogan “Your wish for 5 yen! Curiosity from god Yato.”

“Alright I have it! So get out!” “Okay.” The man claiming to be called Yato and exited to the front door.

Looking at the once clean floor, it was filled with wet foot prints and a huge puddle.

“Should’ve gotten that pipsqueak to clean the damn floor.”

“FOR FIVE YEN THAT IS POSSIBLE!” With the gun in your hand still, turning around you pull the trigger aiming at the door. “Well shit… now I got more holes to fix.” You spoke before walking to the bed to crash for the remaining of the day.