A Trail of Butterflies

Kisses

A/N: I apologize for the loss of an update; I've been working on another story and I've had writer's block for this one but I'm back! Also this chapter contains Yatori so if you don't like don't read.
(Hiyori's POV)
I stared at the girl, eyes wide. "Wait, did you just say suicide?" I was shocked.
Maybe it was because I was wealthier, or because I had an amazing family and good friends, but I could never imagine even thinking about killing myself. I wondered what that girl had gone through.
Tsuki glanced at me with large eyes, skimming me over, then her eyes moved on to Yukiné. Judgemental eyes. Suspicious eyes.
I smiled and cleared my throat. "Sorry about that. I was just... Surprised. We all were, right?" I glanced at Yukiné and Yato.
Yukiné instantly understood. "Yeah, of course." He spoke in an almost monotonous voice, obviously not surprised. With wild blonde hair askew and orange eyes tired from a long day of helping Yato try to revive Tsuki, the Shinki did not seem in the mood to display any emotion whatsoever.
Yato took a longer time figuring out what I meant. He glanced between Tsuki and I with those wild blue cat eyes. They were so sharp and piercing and beauti—
I stopped my train of thoughts, instead of meaningfully jerking my chin towards Tsuki.
It seemed the god of calamity needed some helpful hints on gestures such as that, because he stared down his nose and touched his own chin, the silence beginning to get on my nerves.
Tsuki was glaring at Yato, as was Yukiné and I, and he glanced up.
"Whaaat?" He whined, earning him a hard smack across the head from Yukiné.
"You're supposed to say you were surprised too, baka!" Yukiné hissed.
A look of realization crossed the male's face.
I facepalmed and stood up. "Alright, since it seems someone can't manage anything, I'm taking Tsuki to my place. I don't trust her in the hands of two imbiciles like you." I glanced at Yato as I spoke, hinting on who the real troublemaker was.
His face got all red like it did when I said things like that. It was actually kinda cute, with his ears a soft crimson and his cheeks flushed with a healthy color. My heart made an odd ba-dum when I saw him like that.
"Rude, Hiyori! Rude!" He crowed, standing up as well.
Yukiné glanced between us and moved away, curling up on the rolled out blanket in the corner.
Tsuki rolled her eyes and sat back, watching with... Amusement?
Yato looked absolutely distressed, biting his lip. "Why do you always say these things to me? Do you not like me one bit? Should I just leave you?" He wailed.
I stepped back. "Wait, I never said those things, Yato. Calm down. It was supposed to be sarcasm—"
He stepped towards me. "Shut up! Do you even know how I feel, Hiyori? No, you don't! So you can SHUT UP!" Then he did something that surprised me. Yato stepped closer to me, and I found myself pressed to the wall.
Face red, eyes filled with tears, Yato grabbed my arms and kissed me.
I let out a sort of gaspy sound, and he pulled back, before letting me go and silently leaving.
Yukiné was staring at me with shock, Tsuki looked bored.
Had that just happened? I was so lost, and I closed my eyes, letting out hiccupy cries.
Not from the kiss, but from the fact I may have had just lost one of my best friends.
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A/N: Idk sorry I'm still sketchy one what should happen... Any ideas?
Also it'd be great if you could check out the story I'm working on to publish: The Secrets We Share In the Darkness Before Dawn.