Three KiyoMado drabbles written for Mushy Kylo for his birthday. Enjoy!


Theme 1:Playing The Melody-

He taps almost absent-mindedly on the keys, playing a tune-less melody. As his fingers skim across the keys, he lifts his head and gives the woman beside him a smile. "I should call this one 'Madoka'. After you." She blinks at him, a bit suprised. "Me? But why? I don't-" He cuts her off with a laugh. "Because it's unpredictable and silly, like you." He's not suprised at all when she slaps him for that one.


Theme 2:Rejection-

Kiyotaka really does love Madoka. He knows she thinks she was always just a part of his plans. And he won't lie. She was. She has always been a pawn in his complex chess game. But that had never been all she was to him. Because Madoka really was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And he'd known it for sure from the very first time he asked her out. Any woman who could reject a man's advances so firmly and, after the fifty-seventh time, so violently, when he persisted with every trick in the book was amazing indeed. In the end it had taken him seven full months and grand total of one hundred and thirty six tries before she finally agreed to go on one date with him. Under the condition that he never send her another singing pirate telegram. Never before had he experienced being rejected so thoroughly and sincerely. And even more suprising, he really enjoyed it too.


Theme 3:Kick In The Head-

He's chuckling, even as he lays on the floor, injured. "There was no need for all that!" He calls out, his voice holding no trace of anger or pain, even though he really is in quite a bit of agony. "I was only saying-" His brother cuts him off mid-way, leaning over the side of the sofa to give him a disapproving look. "I don't think you should repeat it. She'll only kick you harder next time." Madoka snorts as she flicks through the tv channels. "Don't bother Ayumu. No amount of blows will make a difference. He's too hard-headed."