Author's Note:

This is a little collection I started as a home for all the random, short ideas I've been having for everyone's favorite fan pairing; Kizzy.

I've been having so many ideas lately and a couple writers on this site suggested I just put them all into one collection (a complete collection, perhaps?)of one-shots, so here they are! Most will be unrelated to each other, but hopefully they'll be a fun read.

And no, I don't own anything except the idea to put these two together. Sometimes we just have to improve upon cannon a littel bit...

Whatever one called them, they were the bane of the human race.

Parties, functions, events, celebrations, festivities; they were nightmares incarnate.

At least, Kain thought so. Why he was always invited and thereby forced to go to them was beyond him. Parties held at castles were for royalty, or rich people, or people who had nothing better to do then wear fancy cloths, sip expensive drinks and gossip.

But alas, he was here, and there was little he could do about besides complain inwardly.

The only thing worse than normal royal functions were those of the themed variety. Of which, this was one.

A masquerade. Or so he'd been told. The outfits and masks of the guests seemed to confirm this, but honestly Kain didn't care. He refused to participate.

At least there was free food and an open bar, if one could get to them.

Kain grimaced as another overly dressed noble ran into him and then walked away. It was like treading water just to get through the crowds of people and he sighed repeatedly, resisting the temptation to start shoving.

In the midst of a brief gap where the people thinned slightly, he was caught completely off guard by someone grabbing his arm in a vice like grip, effectively pulling him to a stop.

There was a flash of movement as warning before someone kissed him.

"What in the hell," he muttered, reacting a second too late as the person ran off, disappearing into the sea of people not too far off.

Whoever she was, she was fast, and he grumbled about having to work his way back through the knot of people to try and spot where'd she'd gone.

Once through another batch of people, he paused and glanced about, frowning, unable to spot the woman amid all the other guests.

Kain sighed and turned around, coming face to face with the mysterious stranger who promptly reached out and took hold of the collar of his shirt and practically drag him down for another kiss.

She released him and he gave her a once over. "Izayoi?" he asked skeptically, fairly certain it was her but unable to confirm her identity with the overly decorative mask on her face.

The woman chuckled, "What, you have lots of women come up and randomly kiss you? I had no idea."

He sighed, quite sure it was her now, considering the voice. Though, her disguise was impressive. For one thing, she was wearing a flowing dress of orange. Not only not her typical style but also not her usual colors. Plus the mask of orange and amber colored feathers that hid more than half of her face. It was speckled with glitter and tied behind her head with a complex arrangement of ribbons appearing to intermix with her hair.

Kain was about to ask her why she was here, or a better question, why she thought it would be a good idea to kiss him in a crowded party when she did it again.

Exasperated, he pushed her away, "Your cousin-"

"Has no idea what I'm wearing tonight…" Izayoi finished, smirking.

Well, that changed things.

Kain kissed her this time, reveling in the fact that they were able to in a public event such as this though it still made his skin prickle. It could go very wrong, very fast. If someone happened to figure out who she was, then they would have a lot of explaining to do to a lot of people.

But then again, there was always danger lingering in the background whenever they got together.

Izayoi grinned up at him and laced their fingers together as she leaned forward to whisper, "Dance with me."

He gave her a funny look, "I didn't know you danced."

"There's plenty you don't know about me," she replied mischievously, still grinning, before dragging him backwards with her. Somehow she managed to avoid bumping into people without even looking behind her and he hesitated momentarily.

She may want to dance, but he certainly didn't. Still, if it made her happy, and if it was quite possibly the only time they would get too, then he supposed it couldn't hurt.

"So…" Cecil started to say.

Kain stared at him, knowing that whenever Cecil tried to sound causal and started with the word 'so' the conversation was taking a downward plunge.

He assumed it would be a question about the party, as that was all Cecil and Rosa and even Ceodore had gushed about for the last hour.

"Who were you making time with last night?"

Kain continued to stare, having not expected his friend to finish with that. And not with an annoying grin on his face, either.

Rosa glanced up from her tea, "I did see you dancing with someone,"

"I saw him kissing someone," Cecil teased, still waiting for an answer to his question.

Kain tried not to scowl. He hadn't thought of there being any consequences the day after the event since no one knew who she was. But that was the whole problem, he supposed.

"Really?" Rosa said, looking surprised, "Who was she?"

Kain averted his gaze, "That's…a good question…"

Now Rosa looked scandalized, "You didn't get her name?"

Cecil looked like he was trying not to laugh. Ceodore just snickered across the room.

Kain glared at all three of them.

"You do know her though, right?" Rosa asked, looking at him warily.

"I…yes," he said haltingly, trying how best to put this without saying too much or bringing more questions down on his head.

"I hope so, because I'm pretty sure I saw you two leave together," Ceodore said, still snickering.

Kain turned around to glare at him, biting his tongue against ratting him out about sneaking a kiss with Fabul's princess on the very same night. If only they all knew how vindictive he could be, but wasn't.

Rosa gasped, her already horrified expression doubling as she stared at him with wide eyes. "Kain," she said, a hint of reprimand in her voice.

"I don't want to talk about this," he complained, frowning. He glanced at Cecil for help, but the paladin looked too amused to be of much help, feigning indifference in a conversation he'd brought up by suddenly finding a letter interesting.

Kain narrowed his eyes at him, annoyed.

Hopefully a crisis would arise so he could have an excuse to leave this awkward breakfast.

"Were you even there last night?" Tsukinowa demanded, focusing on making another paper crane.

Izayoi sighed, "Yes, for the third time, I was there."

"What were you wearing?" Zangestu asked, looking at her inquisitively.

She pursed her lips and glanced at Gekkou, hoping for help. He was pretending not to listen to the exchange when she knew, in fact, he was. He always listened to gossip.

"What does it matter? We're supposed to be invisible anyway," she remarked, glancing at the clock and wishing the last hour before their departure would go by faster so she could escape these questions.

Tsukinowa grinned, "You had the phoenix mask, right?"

Izayoi turned around slowly and fixed him with a lethal glare, "Did you go through my things again?"

He laughed nervously, "Maybe?"

"You're dead."

She lunged for him but he scampered out of her grasp and climbed over the chair he'd previously been sitting in, laughing the whole time.

"Wasn't someone wearing a phoenix mask making out with Kain?" Zangestu mused in an overly causal way.

She heaved a sigh, cornering Tsukinowa behind the table in the room, "How should I know?"

It sounded more defensive then she would have liked, but at the moment, she only wanted to murder someone.

"You would if you were there," Tsukinowa sang, grinning at her cheekily.

She narrowed her eyes at him, "If I wasn't there, how would I know that Ceodore and Ursula were kissing on the west balcony and Harley ended up getting sick and throwing up?"

Truth be told, she'd gleaned that information this morning on the way back to her room from Cuore who was, as always, a wealth of strange knowledge.

The other three exchanged a glance and she crossed her arms, "Don't tell me you thought I was the one involved with kissing,"

Their expressions were guilty and she flipped her hair over her shoulder, "Oh please…"

Leaving Tsukinowa to untangle himself from the chairs he'd used as shields, she walked towards the door, announcing, "I'm going to finish getting ready to leave,"

She left, hoping that they wouldn't keep asking her questions, and went to find Cuore to pull up some other facts about the night before, just in case.

I've had this idea for awhile, actually...and what is there to say? It's a Kizzy fic!

Though, I must admit, the scene with everyone quizzing Kain was extremely fun to write...