Hello beautiful reader!

Quick KND one shot based on limey404's image. Find her on tumblr or deviant art, she's a beautiful amazing human being and her art makes me cry.

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Six years ago we sat on this same couch. We had a GameCube back then, and only one controller. Naturally, we fought over it. I liked Wally, but I wasn't about to let him win. And besides, I wanted to play Rainbow Monkey Wonderland 4 and he wanted to play Zombie Slasher: Revenge. At that age, the idea of watching idly by as he mashed the buttons down, yelling "DIE!" at every creature that came upon the screen was torture. For him, slumping beside me as he listened to me sing along to the Rainbow Monkey theme song and catch hearts of love with my fluffy pink bear avatar was pure agony.

So, our ten year old selves found the perfect solution; a staring contest.

Out of all our friends, we were the best, due to much practice with our younger siblings. Our record was twenty three and two thirds minutes (Don't ask what two thirds of a minute is, we have no idea.)

So we sat, him, cross armed and frowning, and me, one arm propped up on the back of the couch, trying not to look amused at his grouchy face.

"Wouldya just blink already?" he demanded, brow creasing in frustration.

"Are you giving up? That means I win!" I clapped my hands together.

"Are you out of your cruddy mind? I ain't watching your stupid monkeys!"

I pouted. I hated when he called the stuff I liked stupid. It made me feel like he didn't care about me.

"They're not stupid." I mumbled quietly.

"It's a stupid girly baby game!"

Blink. I looked away quickly, not wanted him to see the tear that had escaped.

I was not quick enough.

His face fell. "Aw, C'mon Kuki, I didn't mean it."

"Yes you did. Why you gotta be so mean to me?"

"Kuki, don't cry, I hate crying. I was just playin'."

I mopped up my tears with my long sleeves.

"Look, I'm... I'm... ugh, I'm sorry. Just stop crying. Here, you can play first."

I turned around to find him smiling at me, holding out the controller hopefully.

I smiled back and took it from him. "Thanks Wally."

He nodded, leaning back casually like he was the king of this couch. "Just don't take everything so ser- seri- surri- serio-" He struggled with the word.

"Serious?" I asked, knowingly.

"Yeah, that one." He said triumphantly. "Stupid words."

-Three&Four -

Now, I'm sitting on the couch and everything's changed except this couch and the fighting. We're fighting again. This time, it's over who gets to choose the next PSP game. He glares at me.

"YOU got to choose YESTERDAY!"

"Yeah, and YOU got to choose the last game!"

"Yeah, well, today's my day to choose!"

"That's not fair! I only chose one game yesterday, why do you get two today?"

"It's not my fault you had to study!"

I cross my arms. "It's my turn!"

"No, it's not!"

"Stop being such a baby, Wally. What happened to lady's first?"

He snorted, laughing. "Since when have you been a lady?"

My eyes narrow and I punch him in the arm. Hard.

"Staring contest?" he asked, a competitive grin spreading across his face.

I smile.

He turns to face me fully and I cross my arms, closing my eyes once more before opening them.

"Go."

He gives me his poker face and I focus on imagining to burn through that stupid face of his.

After a few moments, a sly smile spreads across his face.

I sigh. "What?"

"Nuthin'"

"What?!" I demand.

He chuckles. "Nothing, I swear."

I try my best to bore holes into his head.

His face returns to normal and I relax a bit. After awhile, I check the clock. Five minutes, it's only been five minutes.

I press my elbow against the couch and lean my head against it. I stare blankly at his nose for awhile. His eyes flick. I look at them. He hadn't blinked, like I had hoped, but he's looking at me. Well, obviously he's looking at me, but this time, it's a little different. His eyes shift from one of mine, to the other. He takes a long time staring at my eyes staring back into his. It's weird. We've been doing this for the better part of ten years, and never once has our eyes focused so intently on one another's.

I watch as his face softens. His eyes flick to my nose. Slightly crooked, from falling off my bike three years ago, but only noticeable if you really look. Like he is right now.

My body tightens up in self consciousness, which is strange because he knows my nose is crooked, in fact, he was there when it happened.

A hint of a smile crosses his mouth before it disappears. He looks back into my eyes.

I lick my lips, suddenly, I could really use a drink.

His green eyes follow my tongue back into my mouth. His lips part slightly. I have to remind myself to breathe. A weird feeling fills the pit in my stomach.

Soon enough, his own tongue emerges, and he is wetting his lips.

His mouth opens once more and I think I hear my name escape.

But I cannot process any words, because then, he swoops in on me, our mouths colliding, pushing me back into the couch. I let out a yelp in surprise, unable to react.

His lips press against mine so firmly he takes my breath with him when he finally pulls away.

I stare at him. I haven't blinked once.