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First kiss

The first time they kiss it's anything but romantic. They're not in love, but curiosity gets the best out of her and she can't help but to ask him. She's well past sixteen, and she's tired of not understanding what is this thing that all the others teens talk about, about kisses and hugs and butterflies in the stomach and some other things she's not ready to dwell on yet. It's not that she's naive, mind you; she has simply never cared about this stuff. Now, after some talks with Soyo and unending giggles from the princess, she's really curious about it.

When she asks him, however, he regards her warily, as if she has –finally– lost her mind, but she smirks and, just like with everything they do, turns it into a challenge.

"Why the face? It's just a kiss, it doesn't mean anything."

"The fact that it doesn't matter doesn't mean I want to do it, a lot less with you."

"What? Would it trouble you so much to kiss me? You're such a wimp." It doesn't cross her mind that he may not want to do it because he just doesn't feel attracted to her.

"I'll let you know, China, that I don't go around kissing random people."

"I'm not random, and this means you're gonna lose this dare."

"I can't lose what I haven't agreed on, you know."

"Yes, you can. I can't blame you, though, for being so fussy. I was just curious. I guess I'll be going now; I need to write this down in my list of increasing victories over you. The day Okita Sougo lost because he didn't want to kiss a girl." She rolls her tongue when she says the last words, trying to provoke him as she faces the street in front of her instead of him. She knows how he works. Most of the times.

"Fine, then. Come here." She stops dead in her tracks, turning around with a smug grin and mischievous eyes. She always get what she wants, even if it involves kissing a certain sadist. She approaches him swiftly.

"I guess you're less of a chicken than what I gave you credit for." She is still grinning conceitedly but, as soon as he leans in to level their noses –he's taller than she's willing to accept–, she starts to lose a tiny, teensy bit of confidence. Maybe this is not such a good idea?

"You're the one who asked for it. Don't get the wrong idea." Giving her no time to reply, he leans in and barely brushes his lips to hers, applying a little more pressure when he's sure she's not gonna punch him. It's brief and awkward, and he stops before she has time to process and respond. If she knew how to do that, of course.

There are no butterflies, no hairs standing on end, no stomach doing somersaults. Just her lips tingling and her heart a little erratic –quickly recovered–. She eyes him, observing her as well, and she furrows her brow.

"And, that's it? That's the famous first kiss people lose their heads for?" He resists the urge to laugh. She's so innocent sometimes.

"You're supposed to kiss someone you like, China. That's how it works best."

"I know how it works! It's just that it wasn't so special. Nothing to be dying for, you know, as they put it in soap operas."

"Well, there a lots of types of kisses. It's not like you're gonna be floating on cloud nine for a simple kiss like that. And in soap operas they like to make out. There's a difference."

"Eww, don't ever think about us doing that! Pervert!"

"Oh? You're so hypocrite. Let me remind you that you are the one who has proposed this kissing nonsense and you're the one implying things. I've never said I wanted to make out with you."

"Shut up! You're making me twist my words. I'm sure you've infected me with some virus. I'm going home, so you can get lost!" She sticks out her tongue as a farewell, and Sougo rolls his eyes at her antics.

It's only when she gets home that she wonders why has she has asked him in the first place, having plenty of guys her age to try, and why hasn't she even thought about other possibilities. She dismisses the thought quickly, however, with a shrug.

"I'm home! What do we have for dinner?"