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Hiyori found herself at a loss. He wouldn't answer her. He was usually a God of many words but now he was tight lipped. "Yato?" she questioned trying to snap Yato out of his uncharacteristic silence.

He hummed unenthusiastically in response but didn't make eye contact with her. Yato fidgeted with his hair to distract himself and hopefully Hiyori so that she didn't continue questioning him about his outburst. It all felt like a huge barrier between the two of them. What would she do once she became completely human again? She would have no more ties to him. He knew the answer. It has always been nagging at him from the recesses of his subconscious. He never wanted to admit it but it didn't come to the forefront until recently. She was so very mortal and he was not.

Yet, this very mortal girl was a sign of light in the darkness to him. So, what more could he do but just sit here and stare off into the distance and act as if he wasn't paying attention? However, in truth, he was playing too close attention. He could hear the confusion in her voice. He could feel the warmth of her body, though she was maybe inches away from him. When he inhaled, he could smell her shampoo. It was intoxicating. He clenched his jaw and pulled at his hair a little harder, hoping to seal his words within himself.

Perfect Hiyori snapped him out of his distractions. "Yato, this silence is getting you nowhere." She was starting to sound more stern and Yato started to feel guilty for both his outburst and his now lack of response.

Again, she was answered with silence but his fidgeting ceased. His hands removed themselves from his hair and settled in his lap. He stared at them, remembering how it felt to have them wrapped around her. His body grew hot at the memory.

It was then that Hiyori grabbed him by the collar and forced him to look at her. It came as a shock to Yato and he could feel the blood settling in his cheeks. Hiyori herself didn't really know what to do once she has his attention. She decided to make it up as she went.

"If it's that you're still worried I'll forget you…I don't know what is it I can do to make you believe me…" Hiyori stated.

"It's not a matter of "if" it's a matter of "when", Hiyori." He pretty much spat out her name then. He didn't mean to sound as forceful as he did just then but it was almost a cry for help. He wanted to be comforted by her.

Hiyori was taken aback by his tone. "When?" She knew the answer even before she asked it. For now, she just wanted him to be able to speak his mind.

"When you'll forget. It'll happen slowly or maybe it will happen all at once. Regardless, it will happen, Hiyori." He finished the statement in his head "and you'll forget me"

"Then how can I prevent that from happening?" Her voice too now started to sound desperate but she needed to know now. She wasn't sure exactly what she wanted but she knew she didn't want to lose him.

The question caught Yato off guard both because of her conviction to remember and his not really having a solution. He took pause wondering if there really was such a method to keep from forgetting a forgettable God like himself. Ideas like never leaving her side and texting her every hour seemed like not enough somehow.

"I suppose I have to do something pretty unforgettable" He mused aloud.

"Like what? Shock me into remembering you forever? Are you going to just cause a scene and embarrass me enough to remember you?"

Yato admired her humour in this situation, despite his and her anxiety. He felt a smirk creep up on his lips. He felt like he had the perfect idea.

"More like…" he let his lips quickly brush against hers. It was quick almost like lightning. "…this. Taking your first kiss is pretty memorable right" He said it in a joking tone, a smile filling his face. He knew he had kissed her before but it's not like she would remember. If he was being honest, he just wanted to feel her lips again

Hiyori stared at him for a moment, mouth agape. If she was mad, she didn't show it. Yato felt a twinge of panic that she wasn't as pleased about it as he was before she finally spoke, "That wasn't my first kiss."

That's right. How could he forget? "Fujisaki…" The God's voice trailed off. It was something he was forcing himself to forget. A kiss stolen from her when her guard was down; when she had the luxury of not knowing.

Hiyori, sensing his anxiety, told him the truth. "Actually…I don't count that."

Her response caught him off guard. It made him wonder who else has kissed her besides himself and Fujisaki. "What do you mean you don't count it?!" He was almost sad now.

"It's my first kiss and I should get to choose, right? So I don't count it." Hiyori was being surprisingly calm and happy about her first kiss.

The thought was almost unbearable to Yato. "Okay, so with that logic, who was it then?" He was getting irritated now. He didn't like the idea of other people kissing Hiyori. He didn't have time to over analyse what that meant.

"It was with you."

He hasn't expected that. "But you just said—"

"The other night?" Hiyori interrupted. "Isn't that why you've been avoiding me?"

Yato's face got very serious then. "So you were conscious for that?"

"What do you mean? Of course I was conscious! I kissed you remember?"

"Better than you think." He thought to himself. Yato could feel the memory against his lips again. He hated it. The memory now left the worst taste on his lips now.

Hiyori couldn't even believe the words out of his mouth now. "It wasn't like I was drunk or out of my mind."

Yato downcast his eyes and his voice turned sullen. "You were though. You just believe you weren't." he was staring again back to his hands.

This took Hiyori aback. He was saying a lot of uncharacteristic things today and it was really throwing her off. She was starting to miss his annoying antics. "What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"Father…" Yato paused for a brief moment wondering if he should break the truth to her but he knew she deserved the truth "he was controlling you."

"W-what?" She didn't like the implications but Yato sounded so sure.

"Yeah, father told me so. You could easily still be under his influence now. How can I trust anything you say?" He hated himself for now sounding so accusatory. He was just venting his anger now.

"So what? You so easily believe it. Do I seem like I'm under the influence now, you stupid God?" She spat the words at him. She sat there stern faced and firm. That night she seemed more lackluster more dewed eyes and a willingness and consent that was unrivaled. She now was in front of him unmoving and unwavering. She was more solid.

He didn't have an answer outside of "No." She was very convincing when she wanted to be. It's something to be added to the millions of things of he loved about her. It was then that Yato remembered something his father had said: "She already had it in her, she just needed a little push"

The realization should have made him happy but he corrupted her feelings and turned them against him. That thought made him feel just more awful. He knew something was off that night and he took advantage anyway.

"Good." Hiyori visibly let all her tension leave her body. She didn't like he accused of lying.

"Now what?" It was a loaded question but Yato was so very beyond caring by now.

"I don't know." It was an honest answer from Hiyori. She didn't know what should happen. It's not like they could just date. He was a God after all. She didn't even know how it would work. None of her friends or family would ever remember meeting him. It was a lonely prospect from his point of view.

Yato still felt a little tense and unsure. "Can…Can we try something?"

Hiyori nodded not really knowing what else to do. Her hands toyed with the hem of her skirt as she watched Yato formulate his response.

"Close your eyes" Yato said. It was a request but it felt like an order which made her do as he asked immediately. Deep down, Hiyori liked his tone. It was a side of him he rarely showed. He wasn't often a serious and stern God but the times where he let that mask fall, he could be ruthless. His voice and whole demeanor was different. He would stand a little taller and his voice would drop a little lower. The roughness about him would probably throw some people off but it excited Hiyori in a manner she couldn't explain.

It was then that Hiyori felt Yato's lips press hard against her own.