Thread by @AtsumusLeftTit

#femhqweek2023 @femhqweek
Day 1 | Masquerade x Love at First Sight
Part 3 of Gossip of the Gods
Kiyoko x Yachi + fem!#skts

CW: while there is no death in this, death is a strong topic due to Kiyoomi being the god of death and her surprise appearance

Contains spoilers for the Gossip of the Gods series. This can be read as a stand alone but the Gods origins will be mentioned a bit as well as more gossip about them.

This takes place roughly 10 years prior to the events of Part 2.

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Kiyoko let a soft sigh slip past her lips as he adjusted the mask upon her face. The shine of the black sequins did nothing to accentuate her grey eyes. Eyes so unfamiliar to her even after 23 years.

“Are you ready dear? The guests are waiting.” He mothers voice spoke from

behind her. She was a nice woman, a busy woman doing her best to parent 3 children while running an empire. She was the founder and CEO of a large tech firm. Kiyoko chose not to learn much about it, letting her eldest brother take the lead.

“Coming, mother.” She took a step back from the mirror before turning to the woman. She heard a tsk, her mothers hands coming out to gently brush a wrinkle from her black gown.

“I don’t understand why you couldn’t wear the dress I picked out for you, pink is such a lovely

color.” Her mother never really did agree with her choice of attire. The deep blacks and accents of gold, her mother was more of a pastel and silver kind of a woman. Someone that reflected Life and Miracle, not Death and Eternity.
The long, intricate lace of her sleeves kept

the early chill of winter out. She had the seamstress weave golden thread into the swirls of darkness that lay over her wrists and neck.

She chose not to reply, simply following her mother out to the ball room. It was a marvelous ball room, crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting light over the grand space. Despite all the grandeur, it was nothing compared to what Kiyoko truly grew up with.

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“I’m not sure how much more if this I can take…” Kiyoko mumbled, leaning against her friends arm as she adjusted the strap of her shoe.

“I bet we could sneak out soon, find a club with actual good music.” Her friend sighed, sweeping her long brown hair over her shoulder.

Kiyoko chuckled lightly, standing straight again and accepting a glass of champagne from a passing waiter.

“I don’t think I could go clubbing in this, Tooru,”
Tooru rolled her eyes, tossing back the chute of champagne. “You look divine, I would grind up on you in a dingy club-“

“You just want to see Iwazumi again.” Her friends face flushed, even beneath her teal mask. “She’s working tonight, isn’t she?”

“She is, and no that isn’t the reason we should go out. We should go out because it’s stuffy and these people are suffocating and she makes the best

drinks on the island.”

Kiyoko giggled, about to agree when her childhood friend spoke again.

“But we should stay, your parents are here.”

With that she snorted, “since when has that stoped us-“

“Kiyo, your parents are here.”

Tooru put an odd emphasis on the word ‘parent’. Her brows furrowed in confusion until she felt it, the drip of ice slid down her spine, the hair on her neck standing.

She was quick to turn, her gaze casting over the hundreds of people in the room. Masks obscuring faces.

Where was he? She could feel him, as the realization struck his grip casted over her like a shadow.

She thrust her champagne to Tooru, not even hearing her protests as she went off. She left instinct take over, pushing through the crowd, following the hollow sensation she felt

complete with.

It was then she saw her. A woman dressed in black from head to toe. Her high collar clasped the black silk to her neck before allowing it to cascade down her slender form. She wore long, black lace gloves that left only her shoulders exposed.

Her long black curls were pulled back, pinned with a golden clasp at the crown of her head.

Death.

Their eyes locked immediately. Deep black irises transfixed on her as she weaved her way through the crowd. Her face slightly obscured by a mask made of black feathers.

“Fath-“ she barely got the words out before a body collided with her. A warmth unlike any other enveloped her, draping over her like a blanket.

Gold was all she could see as she wrapped her arms around the waist of the woman holding her.

Eternity.

“Oh my baby girl…”

Was whispered gently against her ear. Even with a slightly higher pitch, her dads voice still rang with deep familiarity.

She pulled back slightly, her gaze drinking in the golden figure. She was stunning as always, her tanned, freckled skin was flawless against her white gown.

Think ropes of gold were embroidered in intricate designs starting at her shoulders, running down to the floor. A sheer cape glittered behind her.

It took one look into her deep, golden eyes before Kiyoko felt the tears build in her own.

It had been 87 years. 87 years since she had seen her dad. 87 years since she had seen her home.

“Oh.. oh sweetie- it’s okay.” Her voice was gentle, light, calming. But it did nothing to stop the tears from falling, a small sob making it’s way up.

They were quick to usher her to a door, keeping her away from prying eyes.

The door lead to the outside. But instead of the concrete of the city, she was faced with the beautiful open fields lit by silver moonlight. The pair led her to an all familiar bench beneath a willow tre

She need not look to her left to find the castle she grew up in. The castle of black stone she was born to.

“I-I’m sorry- I- I can’t-“

Her parents hushed her, sitting on either side of her as the held her. The cool feeling of death seeped into her hands from where Death held

them. The warm feeling of eternity encased her body from where Eternity held her.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Atsumu was looking at her with such concern in her eyes. Her hand gently sliding the mask from her face so she may wipe her tears away.

“I-I just… I.. I missed you so much-“ she felt another sob break loose, her shoulders curling in as she hid her face in her chest.

“Oh love… I missed you too-“

“I knew it,” deaths cool voice cut through the air. “I knew we should have taken her home the first time she died

during the war.” She sounded pained, her face pinched in regret as she watched her wife and child cling to one another. “That war was evil and she had to live through them both-“

“Omi, baby, you know why she needed to stay…” Atsumu spoke softly to her wife, reaching to lay

her hand over the pairs.

“That war was bad enough Atsu, we should have brought her home after that first one. There was no reason to leave her there for both of them.” Kiyoomi frowned, her hand tightening in Kiyokos.

“And Omi, darling, you know why she needed to stay.

She still hasn’t found a new Caretaker and it’s important she learns why mortals feel the way they do about us. Mortality is not something immortals can understand. You know this.”

Kiyoko felt her tears come to a stop, her gaze flicking between her bickering parents.

“Yes- Atsu I understand that but- you’ve seen the state of the world. We left her there and a war started, followed by an even worse one. And not to mention what happened just last month! The world is too dark.”

“Are you implying us leaving her there is the reason things are so

bad?” There was a twinkle in her golden eyes.

“Well I don’t see any other reason these things have happened.” She frowned, her hard gaze fixed on her smiling wife.

“Darling, you took 200 million people when you took me, the world has always been dark.”

With that, Death flushed. Her gaze wandering else where, fixed on the tree above them.

Kiyoko couldn’t help the soft giggle that bubbled out of her. Both of her parents looking down at her.

Their bickering was so familiar, so calm, so playful. No matter how much they argued

one of them always managed to sneak in how much they loved one another to end the argument with a bit of a blush.

It’s true. Death took many the year she took her wife. Impatient and unable to wait any longer, Death unleashed a rather dark plague.

Death always swore it was never meant to be that bad. Only meant as an excuse to take Atsumu home, but in the end she got a bit too excited, she took more than half the continent with her.

//TBC gotta sleep 😴 Kiyo n Yachi meet next!! In the morning (which better aligns with the actual first day of Fem week 😚😚)