The untold stories of Kame Island.
1; Seven Kisses We Shared.
One
It wasn't much.
Really.
But it made an impact that would last a lifetime as he stood there, trembling in fear and disbelieve. His cheek burning with the imprint of her soft, slightly moist, lips.
In that moment, all he saw was her.
Tall enough to tower over him, terrifying enough to make him shake in his shoes with just one look. Blue eyes and blonde hair, which swayed when she turned away from him.
He stood there for the longest time, watching the spot where she'd disappeared in the sky with her companions.
Two.
It happened on a whim. He would blame the alcohol for it later.
Yes I was drunk, no I didn't mean to do it...really.
Maybe?
It brought back a distant memory yet this time there was one key difference.
This time it was him who kissed her on the cheek, sloppily and uncoordinated, but it happened no less.
Three.
Looking back, he couldn't even remember who started it. It just..happened.
One moment he was locked in a staring match with her, hands locked in a power stand off. Faces smudged with sand, clothes torn.
The next moment he found himself almost desperately grasping at her shirt while she had pinned him against the wall of Kame House.
It was so intense.
He had to hold on to her, he would have collapsed to the ground otherwise.
Their first real kiss.
And it was better than he ever could have imagined.
Four.
He felt helpless, hopeless as his tears silently fell.
Then a gentle touch, pale fingers gingerly tracing over his wet cheeks followed by soft kisses.
A quiet whisper of comfort and a familiar warmth all around him.
It's okay, I'm here.
Five
In the darkness, they surrender completely. Their hands roaming, touching, grasping at each other almost desperately. Mouths colliding, bumping teeth but not caring. It's just them in this moment of passion.
It was wet.
And messy.
But oh so good.
Six.
He has to squeeze himself to make sure this isn't a dream as he sits on the edge of the bed marveling at the tiny bundle in his wife's arms.
She's so small and fragile. Blonde hair, black eyes but no nose.
Still perfect.
A creation of love, a distant dream that turned into reality.
He has a family now, a little girl to care for and a spouse who'd made him the happiest man alive.
He laughs softly with watery eyes, leaning in and kissing his wife on the forehead.
She gives him a tired smile in return.
Seven.
She doesn't want this moment to be real, it can't be.
It's too soon.
There is so much they still have to do, to see.
Yet she knows she has to face reality.
Why? Why do you have to do this?
Why now?
But there is no answer, only silence as she gently takes his lifeless hand into hers.
She tenderly kisses his cheek.
One last time.