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A/N: I'm still not sure how this will all work out, but we'll see how it goes. It will just be a series of short conversations prompted (but not inspired by) ice cream flavors. If I'm clever enough some of the flavors will relate to one of Kirsi's facts, but let's not count on it. Anyway, enjoy!

Kirsi's First Lick

Hei wandered through town aimlessly as the sun glowed red over Tokyo. It had been blazing hot for days, the air thick and suffocating with humidity. His apartment was too dissatisfying to sit in, and so Hei had left in search of someplace more relaxing. He couldn't quite decide what it was that he wanted, but he imagined there had to be something to satisfy the sort of hunger birthing inside him.

"Something cold," Hei muttered, rather distracted. He stopped at a street corner and scanned the area. He found something tempting, but the feeling it gave him was much warmer than the one he had been looking for.

Across the street stood a peculiar girl with silver hair. Japan was notorious for outlandish fashion trends, but her silver hair was striking and seemingly natural. That intrigued Hei. The silver-haired girl was clearly not Japanese but had a lovely, European look though her eyes, a reddish color, were also very strange. Hei didn't know what to make of her, but the ice cream stand she stood beside increased the final payoff, so Hei made his way across the street to her.

As he approached, Hei took notice of the girl's simple, thigh-length, black skirt and deep red, strapless top. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail and fell playfully to the back of her neck. The girl stood at the ice cream stand blankly while the server scooped up a vanilla cone for her.

"How much?" she asked. Hei stiffened. Her voice was soft and stoic, rather ominous in fact, and seemed to possess spectacular powers. The server also appeared captivated for a moment.

"500 yen," he muttered. The girl opened her wallet and stared silently for a while. She exerted no emotion whatsoever, but at last looked back up.

"I don't have anymore yen," she muttered. "Nevermind."

"Nevermind?" the server exclaimed, slightly irritated. "It's ice cream! What do you want me to do with it?" Hei rushed up to intervene.

"It's not a problem, sir," Hei said quickly, drawing some money from his wallet. "I'll take a vanilla cone too." He took the cone from the man as he prepared to scoop up another, and he turned to the girl.

"For you," he said, smiling. The girl stared at him blankly, her red eyes seeming to look straight through him.

"Thank you," she whispered, accepting the cone. She turned to leave when Hei grabbed her shoulder. She barely turned around. "Yes?" Hei quickly took his cone and stepped forward a bit more.

"You don't do all the boys that way, do you?" he teased, taking a lick of his cone. The two started walking together.

"What do you mean?" the girl asked, curiosity bloomed. Hei frowned.

"Well," he fumbled, searching for the words. "I just meant that I bought you the cone because I wanted to chat. That's all."

"So it wasn't a favor," the girl said boldly. "You have ulterior motives." Hei started, spilling his cone.

"Damn it," he muttered under his breath. He noticed the girl hadn't taken a bite of her cone. "It won't kill you, ya know?" He was still slightly embittered at the loss of his. The girl politely licked her cone, and a soft, virtually invisible smile graced her pale lips.

"I'm Kirsi," she said, taking another lick.

"I'm Hei," he said, watching her feast on her cone. "You act as though you've never had ice cream before."

"I haven't," Kirsi told him. "Are there more flavors?"

"Where are you from?" Hei asked suddenly. Kirsi shook her head. "Well then there aren't anymore flavors."

"It's conditional?" Kirsi mused. "If I tell you where I'm from, will there be more flavors?" Hei smiled triumphantly. He had seized her interest.

"Yes," Hei told her. They both stopped walking.

"Show me another one," Kirsi commanded.

"Okay, meet me here again tomorrow, and I'll buy you a new cone," Hei said. If it wasn't his physical attraction to her that had sold him, it was his curiosity that had. He hated how this girl looked through him, how quiet she was, how mysterious she was, and how she managed to tease him doing nothing at all. It wasn't fair. It was also extremely alluring.

"You know, I'm tempted to give you a nickname," Hei teased again.

"Don't," Kirsi told him. Hei pouted, but the girl seemed unaffected. Why wasn't she even looking at him?

"I promise it's sweet," he pleaded.

"My name is Kirsi," the girl asserted. Hei decided to settle.

"Okay," he said, sighing. "How about noon tomorrow then? Will you get lost?"

"No, I won't get lost," Kirsi replied. "Goodbye, Hei." Kirsi turned around a corner and marched off quickly. Her blatant disinterest in him would have been fine if she wasn't meeting him for a date the next day. Nothing she did seemed to follow social rules. Hei sighed but decided to pursue the case. There was something about Kirsi that he liked.

A/N: I know I've said somewhere before that I only saw Hei and Yin as brother and sister, but after watching season two, it really changed my opinion. My writing this isn't hypocrisy but a simple change of heart. And why not? Let me know what you think...I am a little nervous to continue...