First date, chancing were the last date between Kairi and Sora; at least if Kairi had anything to say about the matter. Sora was a good guy, he was cute and he was her best friend and maybe that was the problem—because she couldn't see Sora as the hand holding, smooching guy. No, she saw him as the best-bud you tell everything about and people would say that's why you're perfect together. Kairi disagrees, it takes away the mystery and the adventure; it was just safe and easy. Kairi didn't want that, she wanted more—and people would fight with her, that she was making a mistake that Sora was the perfect guy for her and Roxas was just a mistake waiting to happen.
Perfection, Kairi thought sickly to herself, just because she was aiming at everything for exact perfection or nothing at all. Didn't mean she wanted her love life to be like that, her love life was a different story. She didn't want safe and reliable, she wanted mysterious and excitement; she knew everything about Sora and he knew everything about her. There was no exploration or nervousness, there was just Sora and Kairi doing what they do; nothing more and nothing less. She was going to tell him now; he had walked her to the door, like so many other times and on any other occasion she would have invited him in. This wasn't any other occasion; she opened her mouth, but before the words could come pouring out, he kissed her.
A kiss that sent Kairi's mind into cloud nine, she was uncontrollable and with him—and she couldn't breathe. She broke the kiss with a gasp of air; he looked at her with that same cheesy grin and that same blush, but there was something different about him.
"Wow." Kairi breathed, staring at him.
He tapped the back of his neck, a nervous habit he had developed over the years; something she had always loved. "Was I that bad?"
"Bad?" she gaped. "You—that—amazing."
"Thanks." He grinned, she wondered when his eyes started to shine like that; and when did they get so pretty? She kissed him again, loving the way his lips felt on hers, the way his hands felt on her and just him.
It was so weird—because perfection in love never worked out, but this had something that perfection couldn't handle. This had sparks flying everywhere—uncontrollable sparks, her doubt was gone and her mind was clear; she was wondering what the hell had she been thinking? It didn't matter now because she was with him and she wouldn't make the mistake of leaving him.
--le fin apply disclaimers.