Authors Note:

I'm sorry for another non-requested but I figured I could post a One-shot I had written earlier in the week to make up for not updating ;-;

Still working on the requests

Kamidere: Kamidere is a Japanese term used to describe people (and usually anime characters) with a God-complex.

This characters are usually proud and/or arrogant and take no shame in stating what (they believe) they are best at.

Sometimes they may also be a typical tsundere (appear cold, but is really loving on the inside.)

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"I can't believe him! He deleted all of my contacts again!"

"You should dump him."

"I tried. He's too Yandere for his own good."

"Yeah, that's it, he's Yandere! That makes sense. He hasn't been trying to be forceful with you right?"

"Nah, he's too sweet."

"That's how they act though before they snap! Be careful."

(Y/N) trudged in the rain behind her two friends, carrying her favorite red umbrella.

"Your kinda lucky though, to have a guy that cares that much about you."

"Hmm... I'm not sure if I'm lucky, it's quite a hassle..."

(Y/N) frowned, looking down at the raindrops on her boots.

She had a bad habit. Her habit was being a Kamidere.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't break the habit.

The only two people who knew her before she had gotten the habit, was her two friends.

It was extremely difficult for any guy though to stick around her. They found her unbearable to be around.

In her eyes, having a Yandere would mean that the person would love her bad habit. Would see the person deep within her. And would never leave her side.

So she made a wish that day, in the rain.

Under her breath, so that her friends wouldn't here, she whispered

"God, please, I wish I could ave a Yandere. Anyone, just a Yandere."

She had thought no one would hear. She had thought her life would be unchanged.

She thought it would be fine.

But she was wrong.

"Heh, I never thought you'd ask that."

(Y/N)'s eyes grew wide, stopping in her tracks, looking straight at two sky blue eyes looking at her from the darkness of an alley.

"W-Who are you?" She asked, raising her head.

The man stepped out, showing his purple black hair, the jersey he wore and the fluffy scarf around his neck.

He smirked, starting to circle her.

"I am Yato. God of war... God of Depravity, God of delivery, Etc." He said, happily, snatching her purse and pulling out her wallet.

"Ah! Help! THIEF!"

Her two friends turned, frowning.

"(Y/N)? Who are you talking to? What are you doing?" They asked, puzzling as she followed him, determined to get her purse back as he danced away, pulling out 5 yen.

He tossed it in the air, catching it while tossing her purse back to her along with the wallet.

(Y/N) caught it, glaring at him angrily.

"Give my money back. You Fake God."

"I'm no fake! I'm real! And you wished to me. Therefore, I get 5 yen." Yato said, grinning down at her with his icy blue eyes.

"I'll make your wish come true. It should be no uneasy task."

"(Y/N)?" What's wrong! " Her friends asked, grabbing her arms as she tried to grab Yato's scarf.

"You thief! Your lying!" No way was she going to believe he that was a god.

"Who are you talking to?"

"Him!"

"Who?"

"Him! Right there!"

"(Y/N), I think we need to take you to the hospital." "She's finally snapped!"

Yato grinned once more, disappearing around the corner.

(Y/N) suddenly realized that her friends really couldn't see him.

Her breathing slowed as she gave a fake laugh.

"I really got you guys good, honestly, you guys actually thought you'd have to take me to the hospital?"

She asked them, pulling her arms away from their slackened grasp.

"Don't do that (Y/N)! You scared us!"

"Yeah! I got you guys good." She scoffed, picking up her umbrella that she'd dropped.

She acted carefree yet, the moment before bothered her.

He hadn't actually been a god right?

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(Y/N) lad in her bed that night, staring up at the ceiling.

He couldn't have been one. they don't exist. Right?

"Hello, (Y/N)."

(Y/N)'s eyes were wide as she sat up quickly, seeing the icy blue eyes staring at her from the darkness.

Her fingers fumbled for the light switch, her heart pounding from the surprise.

"W-What are you doing here?" She asked as the light flickered on.

Yato crouched at the end of her bed, grinning playfully.

"I'm here to tell you something."

"Like what?" She asked, crossing her arms, and crouching back into the back of the bed.

"I'm quite happy you actually asked me to find a Yandere for you. what luck, I had thought that you, of all people would ask me. The very person that had caught my eye."

Yato had started to crawl up the bed, loosening his scarf.

"Stay where you are, I'll scream! I don't know you! Leave me alone!"

"You might be haughty, and cold. But I've seen that you are actually quite nice, and sweet." He chuckled, now inches from her.

Her hands shot out, pushing him back. He fell backwards, sitting there staring at her.

However, Yato's hands slithered forwards, grasping her hands gently but firmly.

"I've looked everywhere, but I could find no one more perfect to be your Yandere, than me."

"Your an idiot! I didn't want that wish to come true, you can just forget it." She spat him, trying to forget the words he had just said.

He had been watching her? For how long? While it pleased her that someone had seen that side of her, she hated the fact of a creep following her.

Yet, this is what she had wished for wasn't it? For a Yandere? But now that she was faced with one, she hated it. No, she loathed it.

Now she saw, it was hard to escape from Yanderes. They're obsessed and possessive.

And are not planning to leave their loved one alone... ever.

Yato's grin never left his face as he crouched near her again.

"SHUT UP!" (Y/N) suddenly shrieked, rolling out of the bed.

However, he hadn't let go of her hands, and she dangled out of the bed, partly on the floor, held up by him.

"What? You were trying to leave me? Before a kiss?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Gods aren't real!"

"I am real. Except it (Y/N)."

Her name rolled off his tongue like he thought it was as divine as the shrine he so wanted.

"Those other men, they won't get the nice side of you, no one will. Because you're going to be all mine. I'l be the only one to see it, like I always have."

(Y/N) started to pant from the desperate struggling from his grip as he tried to pull her back onto the bed.

"I... have.. one question for you." She growled, finally getting her right hand free.

"Just how long have you been watching me?"

Yato's face was suddenly stern, his grip slackening.

"I won't come quietly till you tell me." (Y/N) said, her eyes hardening.

Yato sighed, flopping back onto the bed. "Fine. I'll tell you. But you will come quietly if I do?" He asked.

However, he knew that if she broke her word, He'd just drag her anyway. Gods could do anything they wanted.

At all.

"It was since you were five. The day I had a nasty job to do. The person had wanted a red ribbon the shape of a bird. I couldn't find one like it anywhere. Except the day I saw you and your friends. You had given them both a matching ribbon. The exact same kind I needed. I asked your friends, and they declined nastily. You however, once your friend were out of sight, gave me it, whispering to me, to take care of it."

"It was the first act of kindness I had received from a human." He said lowly, glancing over at her.

(Y/N) though, the moment she heard him finish, she leapt up, taking that moment to run out the door.

Yato narrowed his eyes, springing up.

"I knew she'd break her promise. She always does that."

He teleported quickly to where she was, making her jump back in surprise.

Her action reminded him of a scared cat. He reached out to touch her, except was met with a loud slap.

"Don't touch me! You stray!"

Yato's face grew dark.

"Why not? I'm a God. I can do anything I please." He said, following her as she backed up.

"I still don't believe it!" (Y/N) hissed at him, her eyes wide with fear as she noticed the long sword in his other hand.

Yato followed her till she bumped into the wall, a curse word flying out of her mouth.

"Shh." He muttered, pressing the cold blade against her neck.

"Why won't you just except me? I've fulfilled your wish haven't I? You should be happy!"

"No I'm not! I never meant-"

Yato silenced her, kissing her suddenly, not being able to resist it any longer.

He quickly stole a second kiss, pressing the blade against her neck harshly.

A whimper emitted from her throat and she grasped his scarf.

She could tell that he had no remorse for his actions.

(Y/N) couldn't breath as he kissed her again once more, hungry for more.

She had wished this. It was all her fault.

The cold blade cut her neck slightly, and she felt her own arm blood run down her neck.

I should have known better

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I will make you love me, no matter what.