Movie theaters have never been Yukine's favorite place in the world. Mostly it had to do with the fact that the lights went out and it would be as if the whole world were completely dark, but then there was also the sheer intimacy of it. The seats were small and very close together; it's all too easy to brush up against the person next to you. Right now, that in itself cause the young shinki more concern than anything.
It had all started like it always starts. A crappy job that paid next to nothing in some movie theater taking care of something that pretty much anyone could do. The theater's manager had claimed to find some of Yato's homemade business cards scattered all around the theater and called the minor god in to take care of some issue with the film storage unit and felt bad about only paying five yen, so he gave Yato a pair of free movie tickets. Thus, how Yukine found himself wiggled into one of those theater seats, right next to Yato, with the arm rest that should have been between them folded up for extra room.
The otherwise odd god and shinki pair had been somewhat dating for a few weeks now. Yukine himself didn't quite know how to describe it purely because no one was able to put a label on their relationship. Yato still hasn't gone so far as to call himself the younger boys boyfriend, or vice versa, and neither had told any of their friends yet. But they did go on dates every so often. Even still, Yukine wasn't too sure how he was supposed to go about it. He felt strange because he would still get a little flustered everytime he would hold onto a somewhat sweaty hand, and heaven forbid they got closer than that. This predicament is what inspired Yukine's current state of flux.
A dark theater and a scary movie and Yato. Just perfect. As if the space between their chairs wasn't small enough, now the two boys were practically pushed together, mostly due to Yukine needing something to grab onto every time something jumped out at the main characters. Of course, he would never admitting being scared. Just like how he would never admit to wanting Yato to put his arm around him or whisper calming words into his ear, because that would be stupid and way too embarrassing.
Yato apparently didn't get the message. At the first chance he got, the raven haired boy had his hand wrapped around his shinki's, and everytime he felt the boy flinch he would stroke his thumb across the top of the smooth, pale skin. He was rather calm himself despite the frightening occurrences, or maybe he was just so focused on calming down the blonde by his side that he didn't even notice the monsters or screams. But whatever was going on in the minor god's head, there was no denying that he was doing just fine.
Towards the middle of the movie, or maybe it was the end, Yukine wasn't sure but he hoped it was the later, there was an eerie moment where the audio went completely silent, and the main character was shown completely oblivious to the monster that was slowly sneaking up behind him. Yukine subconsciously leaned into Yato, tearing his hand away from the other's in order to cover eyes, although he still peaked out in between his fingers. Turn around, turn around! Yukine tried to keep himself at least remotely calm, and was failing. Then Yato did probably one of the best things he could have ever done.
There was a small poke at Yukine's cheek, and when the shinki looked over he was met with a bright smile despite the darkness of the theater. The same finger that had poked him then became a hand brushing the hair out of his face, and finally an arm reaching its way across his shoulders and pulling him into the minor god's chest. Normally the smaller of the two boys would have worried about the pounding his heart made or the heat that covered his face completely, but for once he was far too distracted to think about just how close the two were, and even leaned as far into the familiar jersey as he could. Every time something, or someone, jumped or screamed or did anything for that matter, Yukine would immediately bury his face into Yato's shoulder, and every time he would feel Yato tighten his hold on him.
The ending of that movie couldn't have come faster for the young teen. As the supernatural pair walked out of the theater, stepping out into the sunlight for what almost felt like the first time in forever, completely unnoticed by any of the people who passed by them. Yukine carried himself with his hands stuffed into his pockets and his head down, chanting "never again, never again" to himself over and over.
"Oh come on Yuki. It wasn't so bad." Yato followed directly behind the smaller boy, close enough that if he sped up, even just a little, they would have to be able to occupy the same space. When the god noticed that his shinki wasn't letting up, he decided to push the boy a little more. "We could maybe go see one of the kids cartoon movies next time if that would be better. Or maybe we could try a romance."
"Don't play with me." Yukine muttered. "That stuff's even worse." Before Yukine would have simply ignored Yato's remarks, writing them off as idiotic and unimportant. Now though, he found that the best way to keep the minor god from rambling on and causing more embarrasment than neseccary was to reach out and hold his hand. At least that much he was able to do on his own.
The pair continued to walk hand in hand along the sidewalks of the city. They had been together long enough that this wasn't unusual for them, and was becoming a lot more commonplace. Yukine could safely say that he wasn't too embarrassed about such a simple desplay of affection, but, in the event that the sidewalks got too crowded, or someone they both knew was near by, he would retract his hand or ask Yato to simply teleport them to their destination. For that reason, he was secretely happy whenever Hiyori was busy with school work, because it meant he could ask as he could act as he pleased, with no possible conciquences.
"We don't have anything we need to get done today, so what do you want to do?" Yato spoke up. "There are play grounds, cafés, we could just walk around aimlessly."
Yukine thought about it for a moment. It was about mid-afternoon by now, and if there wasn't anything in particular they had to get done, then he didn't have a preference. "Anything's fine."
"Hmm." Yato seemed to ponder something for a while, but if his expression was any evidence, he seemed to give up on whatever it was. Usually Yukine would take that to be a good thing, seeing as his master's rediculous ideas were endless. But somehow the idiot always seemed to come up with decent ideas for dates, or at least, none that Yukine could particularly complain about. That movie was the worst so far, and even then, Yukine would have to admit that it wasn't completely horrible. The boy remembered the warmth that had been pressed against his side. If it hadn't been for that same warmth taking hold of his hand, the blonde would have most likely ended up lost again in embarrassing thoughts. "How about we just go back home?"
"You keep calling it home, but it's really just an attic of someone elses shrine." Yukine stuck his tongue out. It was meant as a playful jesture, something he would always tease the minor god about. Normally Yato would get mad, or at least a little flustered if someone brought up his apparent lack of a shrine, but this time he just smiled. If that wasn't concerning enough, he looked directly into Yukine's eyes, leaning in slowly. The teenaged boy could feel his entier body clench. No way. No way. Anticipation filled his body as quickly as his face turned red. He's gonna k-k-. All thoughts were halted when Yato's forehead met his own, and a large hand came up and tossled his blonde locks.
"Would you rather go back to sleeping outside?" Crystal blue eyes made Yukine freeze. All he could manage was a shake of the head, before Yato stood up-right once more. "Well then, let's go back."
For the next hour, all Yukine could think about was how nervous he had been. He didn't exactly know what he had expected to happen. But he was almost certain that when Yato had gotten that close... The pair had only been together a few weeks now, and in that time they hadn't done much more than hold hands. Sure, Yato had kissed his cheek once or twice, but the thought of actually... Yukine shook his head and covered his face with the book he was trying to read. The boy was laying on his back towards the center of the large room he and Yato were currently living in. Said god was taking a nap on the floor just a few feet away. He had grown bored of just sitting around, and apparently he was the type who would be reduced to sleeping if he couldn't fid something to tinker with.
"I can't believe how embarassed I'm getting. Not cool." Yukine muttered before turning over onto his stomach and trying to focus his attention back to the book. It was something that Hiyori had leant him. Personally, he prefered reading manga or sports magazines, but a book on occation wasn't a bad thing. Unfortunately, Hiyori had a really weird taste in generas. It wasn't too surprising that everything she read was either romance or some weird historical drama, but it was still disapointing.
As if the thought of her name possessed the ability to summon her, the middle school girl came knocking on the door within minutes. She sat down and greeted the shinki, making herself at home just as always. The two chatted for a few minutes, before Yukine realized that he should probably wake Yato up. the blonde reached a leg across the gab between him and the god, poking the black jersey a few times with his foot. The small proding was enough to get the raven to stir awake.
"Ah. Hiyori's here." Chatting ensued among the three. No particular topics were covered, as per usual. It was during these moments that Yukine found himself subconciously seperating himself from Yato. He just didn't want to bring any suspicions to mind. That wasn't a bad thing right? After all, him and Yato... right? The other's didn't need to know about it. Hiyori probably wouldn't even believe him if he told her. That wasn't too surprising though. It would be weird if she knew anyways, right?
Yukine let his eyes wander around the room for a moment. It was at this point that he realized that Yato was watching him pretty closely. Staring even. Looking away only on occation as a way of avoiding suspicion. Maybe it wouldn't matter if then know?