Five Yen For Your Love. [Yato x OC]

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*Longer chapter for the late update, sorry guys.*

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Yato's P.O.V.

She exhaled sadly. "Yato... why don't you stop pretending and just come right out and tell me that you're afraid to leave Hiyori alone with me. That you're afraid that I'd hurt her."

It wasn't true, at least, that's what I'd want to believe, but I know that every word she spoke was true. I didn't trust her. Yet, it made me feel so guilty that my true emotions were found out.

"Look, I'll help you get the girl, but don't you ever believe that I'd hurt you in revenge of how you hurt me." She continued but I felt as if a knife had been thrust into me as she spoke the latter part. I had hurt her, and I hadn't even bothered to check up on her for the absent years with her.

"Sorry ,Ceara." She let out another sigh and gave me a sad smile.

"It's okay." I looked at her only to meet her fiery red eyes that has a hint of yellow making it so unique. She was indeed a goddess but I never felt anything more than friendship towards her. I have to admit, I always tried to convince myself that what Ceara felt for me was just infatuation which would eventually pass on if I distance myself, and it seemed to have turned out exactly that way.

"Yato?" Crap, I spaced out.

"Sorry, I--"

"spaced out?"

"Yeah."

"So, ever asked Hiyori on a date?" That was sudden and I felt my cheeks heat up. How embarrassing, I'm blushing in front of a girl. "I take your silence as a no. You're a bigger wimp than I'd thought Yato."

"I am not!"

"Sure you're not." This felt so nostalgic. Like the good old times. "Anyway, why not I tell you the first move tomorrow morning?" I looked at her blankly, not understanding what she said but once it dawned on me, I gave her a hesitant nod. I had to ask her,

"C, you sure you're okay with this?"

"Why wouldn't I be?"

"No it's just-- never mind, forget about it."

"Ookay." she let out a tired yawn, "I'm gonna get some shut-eye. See you in the morning."

"Yeah. Good night C."

"Night." she got off the roof with a back hand wave. She's still the same. Still the girl that hid her true emotions with a smile that you can't even say looks fake. But once you see her true smile, you'll know her fake smiles in one look, and what she used with me right now, was fake. And the little voice at the back of my head keeps telling me it's your fault, dummy.

I decided to stay up longer on the roof, it felt so right.

"But it's not steady Yato! We'll fall! The roof tiles aren't that steady!"

"Oh come on! It's not like we'll die, we're gods after all! Stop being such a baby C!"

"I am not a baby! I just don't like falling off a three floored house, idiot!"

"What are you so worried about?! If you fall, I'll cushion your fall."

"Like when I jumped on you off that tree?"

"Yeah. So give me your hand." The 17 year old boy held out his hand for the 15 year old girl to hold onto. Begrudgingly, she took it with a tint of pink shading hr cheeks. If it weren't for the dark light of the night, Yato would have spotted his effect on the girl.

With a strong tug, the playful god pulled the still scared girl onto the roof from her room. They were feeling very conscious round each other because not a few hours ago, they had signed their engagement documents.

The goddess balanced her footing on the slanted roof and looked up at the ocean above her and let out a mesmerized breath. The dark haired boy was already seated at gazing at the stars with a sad look. The love-sick wife-to-be noticed this and didn't think twice to sit next to him and ask him about his troubles.

"You wanna talk about it?"

"Nah, just scared you know."

"About what?"

"Don't act like the last seven hours did not happen C."

"But it did, didn't it?"

"Yeah."

"Is that why you're upset?"

"I don't know C. I mean, we're friends and I don't want it to end because of a stupid marriage." The young god spoke openly to his friend, oblivious to the hurt he inflicted on the girl. "C?"

"Sorry, I'm just really tired you know. Do you mind if I go to my room?" Ceara was on the brink of tears. She felt like a burden. She was the cause of her love's sadness.

"It's not that, something's bothering you. You're tearing up. What's--"

"It's nothing, I'm just really sleepy. I need to go." She didn't want to break down in front of him so she stood up fast, forgetting she was on the roof. She tried to make her way off the roof but not without a hand restricting her from doing so.

"Was it something I said C?"

"Let go Yato!" trying to pull out of his hold she lost her balance and fell sideways, off the roof. SHe let out a small yelp and shut her eyes tight, waiting for the hard impact of the earth with her body. But it never came. Instead, she came into contact with a strong, lean body, warming her own body.

The young god had a firm grip on the girl's wrist and another arm, snaked round her waist. They were so close. Centimeters apart. The length shortening as the both of them leaned in, both in a daze. The young calamity god's eyes flickered down to the thin lips of the goddess. Unconsciously, this goddess wet her lips with her tongue, not knowing how much this turned on the 17 year old god holding her in his arms.

Without any wait, the boy dipped his head and claimed the soft lips off the goddess. It felt so right. He moved his lips slowly yet sweetly against her lips. He was drunk on her taste and it made him more drowsy once he felt her lips move in sync to his. She was kissing him back. The kiss slowly turned hungry and needy. Yato had his arms round Ceara's waist, pulling her closer into him and her arms over her shoulders, with her fingers pulling his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss. They wouldn't have ended the kiss if it weren't for the need to breathe.

Once fully conscious of what just happened, the young god couldn't meet the lust-filled, red eyes of Ceara. He slowly and carefully brought her back to her room. She still had her arms round him and his around her. BUt he loosened his grip and pulled away, leaving a confused looking girl staring at him.

"Yato?--"

"I'm sorry Ceara. That shouldn't have happened." He didn't waste any time leaving the room and shutting the door behind him, leaving the said girl, with a broken soul, on her knees. It was her first kiss, that too with the one she loved and ultimately, it was a mistake to him.