Dedicated to: Connie

A/N: I TOLD YOU I WOULD WRITE. But it's not BL. :3 3


"A-Ah—Fuck-" You were already sweaty and gasping for breath and round one was barely over! There was no way you could keep up with his pace-

"Now, now, bella," scolded the blonde Italian, "Coarse language only gets you more punishment, kora!" He lifted your chin up and gave you a teasing, chaste kiss.

You gripped his unbuttoned shirt, one hand lightly clawing his lean chest as you gasped. He broke the kiss and smirked down at you. Flustered, you met his ice blue, amused eyes.

"Th-This," you managed to get out, "This wasn't what I asked for!"

His smirk widened, and the smooth promise he gave rendered you quiet. "Don't complain… it'll feel good soon, kora."


You glared at him, and then delivered a perfect high kick to his face. "THIS TRAINING SHIT IS RETARDED. AND YOU HAVE THE NERVE TO SAY IT'LL FEEL GOOD SOON. REALLY, WHAT THE FUCK, COLONELLO?"

That bastard better not think he could just kiss you and get away with it. Even if it helped the pain your muscles were in.

He sweatdropped, inching away from you as you continued ranting, wiping sweat off your face. "DO YOU THINK WE'RE BACK IN SPARTA OR SOMETHING? WHO MAKES A CADET WORK OUT TO THIS DEGREE?"

"C-Calm down! It's just one more lap! I've been running with you, kora!"

"THAT'S UNFAIR TOO! HOW DO YOU STAY ALL PERFECT LOOKING?"

"Well, sometimes I'd like to know why I'm so perfect too-"

You promptly delivered a right hook to his arm. And the said flawless, heartless bastard just laughed, unfazed.


And Misuto6927 dies cackling evilly as she saves this document and to troll Connie with.