#reincarnating is such a pain

Series: Noragami

Pairing: Gen

Genre: Humor, Parody

Rated: k

Words: 433

Summary:  In his many long years on this earth The Sorcerer has had to reincarnate many times. A few of those times are BOUND to be because his idiot son did something an idiot would do

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“I’m sorry,” Yato said, trailing after the teenager in front of him, scowling with an anger born of multiple generations. 

“Oh it’s fine Yato, no problem at all.” 

“I didn’t mean to!”

“I should hope not!” The teenager snapped. “I should hope that burning me, your one and only father, alive wasn’t your intention! But then again, maybe I should hope that because then that would mean you weren’t stupid enough to burn down our entire hut.”

“I was trying to make you breakfast! I didn’t know you were keeping gunpowder in the fireplace! That’s a stupid place to keep gunpowder!”

The unfamiliar eyes of Father’s newest incarnation turned on him in a very familiar expression of extreme anger. Yato flinched back several steps. 

“Not that I’m calling you stupid, I would never say that, it’s just, seems a little impractical to me.”

“That was the point, no one would think someone would keep gunpowder in the fireplace in the middle of winter!”

“I wasn’t aware that you had even stolen it, much less that it was in the fireplace! I said I was sorry!”

“Ihate being a teenager,” Father said. “You only had to go through puberty once!” He snapped, jabbing a finger in Yato’s face. Yato winced. 

“I’msorry.”

“Oh, Father? I love your new look!” Hiiro said, appearing out of nowhere to comment on Father’s new body like it was an outfit. “Very pretty eyes.” 

“Andyou never have to go through puberty!” Father said, glaring at Hiiro, still incensed. 

“Lucky me,” Hiiro said, dancing around, not caring about father’s temper tantrum. “I remember what a nightmare Yato was. I did try to tell him making breakfast was a bad idea.” There were still remnants of burns all over her body from the mornings explosions, but she paid those no heed as well. 

“You didn’t tell me the fireplace was a bomb!” 

“Well maybe you should learn to listen better.” Yato scowled. 

“I think this is Hiiro’s fault!”

“Did Mizuchi blow me up?” 

“No, but-” 

“Did Hiiro tell you to blow me up?” 

“Not technically but-” 

“Then I guess it isn’t Mizuchi’s fault!” 

Yato sighed and hung his head, following his father while they scouted out a new place to live, Yato having destroyed the house they were living in. Several minutes later Yato got up the courage to speak again. 

“I’m sorry you have to go through puberty again, Dad.” 

Father stopped walking and sighed heavily. 

“It’s alright son, I plan to be exactly as much of a pain to you as you were to me.” Yato gulped.