First Kiss
Kai's first kiss was nothing but a distant memory. Faded and old, it was just a whisper at the back of his mind. It was an event he remembered happening, a clumsy fumble in a dark, deserted hallway in the abbey, but the sensations were lost to time, and he was young, so it hadn't meant much anyway.
Kai's first remembered kiss was unpleasant and unwelcome –over as quickly as he could plant his fist in the intruder's face, and Daichi learned from then on never to sneak any of Grandpa Granger's liquor or accept any of Ray's dares again, regardless of how many chicken noises he made. Kai had calmly wiped the slobber off his lips and tried his hardest to forget it had ever happened.
But Kai's real first kiss, the one he remembered fondly most nights and kept in a crystal box of treasured memories, was on a deserted beach in the middle of a beybattle with Tyson, their quiet eternity under a universe that stopped for them. It was tentative and awkward and Tyson had somehow managed to bite his lip, but it was still perfect because it was Tyson.
And it was the only first kiss that really mattered.