Send ‘Would you kindly’ and a command;
my muse has to obey.

♚ ||  

                            _{“…”
             It caught him off guard.} 

                                                    _Immensely. 

_{It was a day where he’d allow very specific people, shinki, or god to have a single,
unbiased wish from him; it was his job and purpose after all.} 

_{He, however, didn’t expect someone to make a request of that magnitude on such a happy holiday.
                Money blessings? Sure.
                                            Love help? Of course.}

                        _{Health reassurance? Always.
These are normal requests, expected requests, but…
the ultimately malicious and meticulous look on the opposite deity’s features made the double meaning clear, as well as making him shiver in the process. Being led so far out into the rural areas with simple and monotone motions to follow and the few repeated moments of
“Just come on”,
he knew nothing of what the other was planning, even with the back of his mind telling him something was clearly…} 

                                                  _off… 

                                                                           _{…and now he sees why.} 

_{Gritting his teeth,
sky-blues peer down to a group of older men tending to the rice fields. It was near dusk and it was also clear the village rarely gained visitors or any other people around this time,
so them being there was rather perfect.} 

                                                                         _{…Too perfect.}

                  _{as if…} 

    _{as if it was planned ahead of time and expected to come about, to happen, to play out-} 

     _{“!”
He jolts, feeling a hand nudge him on the back and his eyes snap to the other male before he lowers his gaze, the gnashing of his molars together muffled by tightly pressed lips.} 

     _{“…” Yato rolls up his sleeves and heads down the hill, attention being drawn to him with his approach once he gets to the bottom of the hill. Most of the men were old, their smiling faces turned to him as a bright, cheerful grin was returned to them.} 

_{It was rather simple to strike up a conversation, easily making them relax and welcome him as he asks questions now and then about bright and ready-to-use rice they’re working with. He pipes up about having never done such a thing as working with rice before and it takes a bit of coercing for one of them to agree to allow him to try.} 

_{Yato’s azure orbs were bright, the falseness behind them so well practiced and perfected that only those that knew him personally would pick up on it at all. He gets to work, following the instructions almost to a T, making mistakes off and on to give off the premise of novice knowledge. In the back of his mind, he laughs. They do so many things differently compared to when he was a newly born god and he gains an honest smile on his face at the thought of how far the Rising Sun has come.} 

        _Yes… 

_{it was nice….} 

_{so nice…} 

_{The farmer to his left’s head lands at his feet, his body not reacting just yet due to the speed of the cut. No one really noticed either, not until the corpse rag-dolled down into the water, splashing reddened waters around the group. There were no sounds, no screams, no movements at first, the men staring at their friend’s still warm body lying there without his smiling face looking back to them and then their eyes slowly slid to the side, slightly above his lifeless form to the machete in the “young man”’s grasp. There was a shed at the top of the hill he’d easily broken into, the rusted lock breaking with a simple flick of his hand. He didn’t want to use his shinki for this nor did he wish them to know about his actions, either.} 

_{The first scream came from the second man to his right, a man clearly in his 70′s, his feet failing him as he trips over himself to back away from the raven. He rises from his crouch, eyes void of that happiness and shining feel to them, cold and empty now as he turns his gaze to look down at him.} 

_{His death wasn’t instant, no, instead it was rather painful- a mere stab through the gut, the blade making quick work of flesh and tissues, making its way through bone, straight down into the spine and out underneath him, pinning him.} 

                   _{Yato says nothing as he bellows in agony,
                   the other three remaining men turning and bolting for their homes}

      _{To escape.}

                     _{To get help.} 

_{But, he doesn’t look up.} 

                     _{He doesn’t need to, which he knows.}

                                        _{They won’t make it back, as much as they want to.} 

_{He watches in utter silence as the life drains from the man and hesitates not, drawing the tool from his body before disappearing, moving too quickly for the normal eye, though even some gods may struggle to keep their gaze on him with his movements. The third is struck down with a violent carve to the back of his skull, his life ending quickly and far more mercifully than his second peer and Yato continues on, coming and going before his flesh even meets the ground.} 

_{Next to go is the one with the glasses, the glass shattering into his eyes as he’s struck in the face with a tight fist; he staggers with a straggling cry, though that’s quickly cut off with the rusty blade being forced through his throat, choking and coughing as he grabs futilely around the rough edge in front of him. Once again, it’s a faster, but brutal take down and the last one, the final remaining farmer is frozen, his eyes widening in terror as the thin man’s body drops to the bloodied ground.}

_{Yato turns to face him, blood on his face from the spray and his expression is still as emotionless as when he’d started. As he grows closer, laughter begins, not from him, but from the now broken and utterly traumatized elder; it’s not a surprise nor something new for him to have gone insane in such a short amount of time. He was old as well, so it was expected. Cutting him down was easier and to not waste time, the god simply offed him quickly.}

Yato walks up the hillside, silent and smelling of copper…

He stops next to the other deity, having done what he was asked. 
He stares. 
                 And stares.
                                    And stares…

…and holds up a bag from the crop itself, dropping it unto the ground in front of the other male, showing that he did indeed help with the farming. Leaving the rice there, he walks past him and disappears, teleporting back home and keeping his actions of that evening to himself.