KON'NICHIWA SENPAI! Here's a new Noragami Chapter! I'm rating this one T because it's a little more *cough* intense... I guess that's the word... Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Ja, sayounara! Matane! ^3^

Senseless Excuses

Chapter 2:

Hiyori's eyes delicately opened to the start of a new day. She blinked a couple of times before checking her clock on her bedside table. (7:06) "Wow, I woke up pretty early today, huh?" Deciding to rest in bed for a while longer, she shifted her body around only to see Yato sleeping right next to her.

"GAH!" She screamed and jolted back, falling off the edge of the mattress. Yato woke up, alarmed. "Hiyori?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Yato moved carefully, peeking over the side of the bed to see Hiyori on her back, her face blazing red. "Are you okay?" he asked with concern.

"Why are you here?" she inquired, ignoring his question. "What are you doing in my bed?" Her voice started to rise with frustration as her face got even more bright.

"Oh, well… I..." He tried to come up with an excuse. "I was just… uh…. OH, I wanted to make sure you were okay after what happened yesterday…" he said, scratching the back of his head.

Hiyori stood up without even making eye-contact with the erratic boy. Eventually, she raised her head to look at him. "What do you mean what happened yester-" She gasped, remembering the kiss he had laid on her lips. Once again, her face started steaming, and she dropped her head once more.

"Uhh… I mean the whole ayakashi…. tumbling down the hill thing…." Yato stated, raising an eyebrow at her. "You sure you're okay?" he asked.

There was an awkwardly long silence between the two. Yato twitched before deciding to speak. "Umm, Hiyori? I'm sorry if I caused you to be really uncomfortable or something…" He started to get antsy after she didn't answer again. "Umm… is there something you want to talk about with me?" he asked her politely, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "You can talk to me, ya know? I'll listen to whatever you have to say." he said, smiling.

At last, Hiyori looked up at him with tears welling up inside her. Yato's eyes widened in shock at the girl about to cry. "Hi… Hiyo-"

"Why?" She interrupted. "Why do I feel like this? … Why do I feel so queasy, nervous, and…." She paused for a moment. "and excitable around you?"

Yato just sat, speechless, unable to answer her question for him.

"Why were you in my bed? Why was I not mad at you for it?" She paused, took an uneasy breath, leaned over and put her hands on each side of him, and stared deep into his eyes, moving closer. "And why…. why did you kiss me yesterday?"

Feeling apprehensive, Yato scooted farther back onto the bed; farther from Hiyori. "You should know the answer to that, Hiyori…" He said, tilting his head away, flushed. "I… I told you I liked you already, didn't I?" he muttered under his breath.

Hiyori choked softly, then carefully moved her hands to her sides, clenching her fists.

"Well, yeah." she responded.

"That's why." he simply stated. Yato started to fidget before speaking again.

"Hey, tell me, Hiyori…" he began, not even glancing up at her.

The girl studied him, while he was trying to find the right words to say.

At that moment, Yato reached out, clutched her wrist with his hand and threw his free arm around her back, pulling her closer. Heat overflowed her entire body. Hiyori wasn't sure her heart had ever pounded so hard before.

"Tell, me… Exactly what are your feelings towards me?" he asked in a hushed tone, focusing into her sparkling, magenta eyes. Hiyori felt like she could explode at any given moment. She didn't respond to his question. They both just stood there. Hiyori staring deeply into the God's bright eyes, and Yato getting lost in hers. Only the sound of soft breathing was heard between the two.

Finally, after a long while that felt like a mere second, with his eyes locked on hers, Yato took a step forward. He leaned in, slowly tilting his head. Until finally, he sealed his lips onto hers once again. Just like before, only this time, with more feeling. Without thinking, Hiyori grasped the sides of his shirt in her fists, falling deeper into their embrace.

"I do like him," Hiyori thought to herself. "I really do, don't I?"