Title: First Kiss
Rating: K+
Warnings: Unbeta-ed, some OOC-ness, spoilers for Episode 9
Genre: General
Main Character(s): Saya, mentions of Min, Haji
Ship(s): SayaxHaji, if you squint a little
Summary: Saya''s first kiss tastes of blood. One shot.
Disclaimer: Blood+ and characters copyright to Production IG
Author's Notes: I only got into this series recently and I love it. The scene where Min innocently asked Saya about her first kiss, Saya remembering her kiss with Haji and blushing refused to leave me alone, so I had to write something of it. And, here''s the result of it.
Have you had you first kiss yet?
At first, she had vehemently denied it, blushing furiously, even as Min looked on with a knowing grin. No, she had said, it wasn''t even a kiss, much less a first one. Thankfully, the other girl had ceased to tease her about it afterwards, instead, falling into a dreamless sleep.
She wouldn''t call it a kiss, not really. The circumstances that called for it had been unusual, awkward and in the moment of peril. So, no, it wasn''t exactly the most perfect scenario for a kiss, let alone a first kiss. It had been her first, as well. She had never been kissed nor kissed anyone before. She didn''t know much about kissing people, either. The closest she came to kissing someone had been her late father, pecking him chastely on the cheek in a gesture of affection.
The first kiss, she remembered Kaori telling her importantly, will always be the most memorable and sweetest ever. It gives you the feeling of butterflies in your belly, make your heart beat rapidly and your spine tingle. None of the other kisses can compare after that.
Her first kiss had been none of that. Yes, she had blushed and her heart had went ninety miles per beat but it didn''t make her spine tingle or stir up butterflies in her stomach. Instead, it had made her heady, ignited a fire she had never known at the pit of her stomach, making the blood rush through her veins sound like loud roaring in her ears. It didn''t taste sweet; but had the metallic tang, slightly tart and it coated her tongue, her mouth, running down her throat like fire.
Her first kiss tasted of blood, literally.
Still, it was memorable, although not in the way she would have wanted. She reached up to her face, touching the tips of her fingers against her lips lightly, remembering.
His lips had been soft, and he tasted of blood and fire.
Owari.