Hey everyone! Long time no see I guess. I hope you enjoy my first Noragami Fanfiction.
Disclaimer: Noragami or its character belong to me. They are the property of Adachitoka.
Yato, a fearsome God of calamity, was so easily unravelled by Hiyori. To some, she may have just been a half phantom but she was so much more to him. He didn't even know what to refer to her as. It was a relationship that was completely unique to just the two of them. Often times, she was his voice of reason and other time she was teacher to his regalia. She had a way about her. She wasn't in awe of him like other mortals would be towards a God. She treated him as if he were human. It was both endearing and perhaps a little disappointing on Yato's end. He wanted to be a God that she would both acknowledge and be proud of.
Most nights, he could only watch Hiyori sleep in her bed from afar. Yato would just stare forlornly at her from the tree outside the window, trying his hardest to just keep watch over her sleep form. He would sleep himself but how could he sleep? Father had made his threats and there was no going back now.
Yato could feel a pang of panic every time he looked at her. Did she forget him? It had already occurred before and Yato didn't know how to stop it from happening. Maybe it was the natural order of things but that wasn't a reality that he would readily accept. He wanted to believe that their fates were truly intertwined. He wanted to go on with her by his side and he was willing to go it alone and renounce his Father, if that's what it took to make that a reality.
He had sent Yukine home hours ago in an attempt to save face. He told Yukine that he should go back to Kofuku's and get some rest. It was just to get him to leave, and the two of them knew it but Yukine didn't resist the suggestion either. Yato just wanted some time to himself and he wasn't ready to admit it. It was pathetic really. He wanted nothing more than to just be near her now, even if she were to forget him, this was almost enough. Enough just to watch her live and be happy even if it meant he couldn't be with her anymore but the idea still made him feel lonely.
He let his mind wander. Thinking of the future he wanted. A future with many worshippers, money and a giant shrine to call his own. That too turned into thoughts of Hiyori and the shrine she bestowed upon him. He remembered how the night after he had received it, he stayed up until dawn just looking at the detail put into it. It was a shrine all his own and she hand put it together with her own two hands. He let his fingers run over every wooden board and detail, just taking in all the effort she put into making it.
Yato snapped out of his reminiscing to the sound of her window being thrown open. Hiyori was standing at the window in her night gown and she let out a breathy sigh as she said his name "Yato," She looked unhappy but she opened the window and beckoned him in. "…It's cold out, come in."
Yato stood up on the branch he had been perched on, dug his cold hands into his pockets and jumped to her windowsill. Damn, it was cold. How was it he didn't notice until now? He took pause for a moment, wondering if going in was even the right call. He wasn't that cold really, it was tolerable at least. Somehow being in her room with her felt too foreign almost forbidden to him. What did she even have planned once he had her in there? A lecture perhaps or maybe something—
"Aren't you coming in?" She inquired softly, cutting off his train of thought. Hiyori had already walked back to her bed and put the blankets over her shoulders, as the breeze was nipping harshly at her exposed extremities.
"Hmm? Yeah, sorry" Yato replied, closing the window behind him.
"What wrong? Usually you'd be ecstatic to be in my room."
Her pointing out his lack of enthusiasm made Yato feel like he'd been caught in a lie. He ran his hand through his hair and avoided eye contact with her. It wasn't until he looked back in her direction that he realized that her soul had slipped out again, the familiar tail swayed behind her and she was now right in front of him. It took him by surprise. "You're all flush. Don't tell me Gods catch colds too." Hiyori was trying to lighten the mood but her sudden closeness made Yato more than a little flustered.
"N-no, nothing like that." Yato tried to keep his tone even but he wasn't succeeding. Her sudden care for his wellbeing caused his heart to beat just a little faster though.
"You're being…I don't know…weirdly serious, I guess." The brown haired girl stated unsure of the actual reasoning behind it. Normally he was oddly cheerful even given the circumstances. Father didn't make empty threats.
Yato let out a breathy half-hearted laugh. "It's hard to joke around and pretend everything is okay when it isn't, Hiyori." His voice lowered and his eyes narrowed as his gaze was one again turned away from her. "I mean all I've ever done is cause you pain. Even now, I've yet to grant your only wish. Some God I am."
She suddenly raised a hand to his cheek and she lightly forced him to look at her. "Didn't I tell you before? You've been my God of fortune all along. You've granted wishes I didn't know I even had."
This, too, took him by surprise. "What wishes?"
Hiyori carefully pulled down on Yato's scarf and in a swift but gentle motion, pressed her lips to his. She let herself linger there a moment before removing her lips completely. "Like-Like that"
Yato felt all the blood rush to his cheeks. What was this coming from? "H-Hiyori?" He questioned, his voice almost at a whisper. He wasn't sure as to what to say or do. It was something he had always wanted to do with her, but he never expected she would be the one to actually do it. However, it was over too quick. It was barely a memory. He couldn't tell what she tasted like or her smell. Yato wanted more of her and he couldn't contain himself. He could do seductive. Yato lowered his voice and whispered her name again ever so slightly and pulled her back in for more.
This time, he indulged himself. He pressed his lips against hers with more vigor and haste. Yato let himself taste and savour her. He could hear her breathing hitch at first, probably in surprise but she didn't fight him, in fact, she tilted her head up more to allow him better access. It wasn't long before Yato allowed his hands to rest upon her face, letting his thumb softly caress her cheek.
He could already feel his need for her burn in the pit of his stomach. He couldn't contain himself much longer and she was making it a little more than difficult to resist pressing on. Her eagerness to bend to his will. The taste of her lips. Even the slight moans she was eliciting from her perfect mouth. It all felt wrong though. It wasn't his to take but he was letting desire cloud his better judgement. Hiyori had already backed him against the wall with her body pressed hard against his. Yato could feel her mortal heart beating against his chest.
Her kisses were so full of demand. She forced herself into his mouth, letting her tongue playfully run against his teeth before Yato yielded her further access. He could feel the tightness in his pants. Luckily, track pants leave much to the imagination. He was thankful for that. Still the nagging thoughts in his head wouldn't subside. She wasn't his to take. She was mortal and though gods and humans had intermingled in the past, it never ended well. She didn't know what she'd be giving herself to by craving a God's affection. Yato knew he had wanted this too but it was too soon to be giving way to a relationship. Especially, a physical one.
This first kiss, was happening all wrong too. He wanted to take her out for dinner maybe dance with her and once she was thoroughly and utterly in love with him, then he would take her lips, soft and gentle.
It was Yato's fault for escalating this further and he knew he should stop before they were too far gone. He cursed his better judgement, took her by the shoulders and gently pushed Hiyori away from him.
"Yato?"His name caught in her throat as she searched his steely blue eyes for an answer.
"I-I can't Hiyori." Yato thought hard about just leaving it at that but he kissed her forehead as he could already see the tears welling in her eyes. He then turned to the window, opened it and murmured regrettably, "I'll continue to keep watch outside, but please don't call me in." He knew, if he had allowed it to go further, he would have been a slave to her. Granting her every whim without a thought of regret afterwards. However, he wanted to make sure this is what she wanted.