Disclaimer: I own nothing.

I got this idea after seeing Tira's critical finish in SCIV. It's awesome.

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Kiss Me

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Chapter 1 – A Slight Problem

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Siegfried caressed her thighs, furiously kissing her neck. Tira just sat back, letting his tongue run over her body, enjoying the tickling sensation it produced. She let out a low moan, which Siegfried took as a sign to continue.

"I've never had anybody make me feel the way you do," Tira moaned.

"Yeah..." Siegfried replied, momentarily ceasing his licking. "I get that a lot," he said grinning, looking straight into her eyes.

Tira's mood immediately changed, as her eyes narrowed. "Hey…" she said in a cold voice. "Who told you to stop?! Get back to work!"

Siegfried looked puzzled, wondering what had caused the sudden mood change. The only thing he knew now was that Tira had her weapon in a position to kill him instantly, so he did what he had to do. He got back to work.

Tira felt a new feeling between her legs. It was something great…or unbearable. She burned with fire inside. "Take it off," she commanded.

"What? My armor?" Siegfried asked.

"Yes your armor, you idiot! Now take it off and make love to me before I kill you!" Tira shouted.

"Uh…okay," Siegfried stammered as he began removing his armor. How did it come to this? He was one of the greatest warriors in the world. Now, he was under the command of a girl? Tira leapt up on his body and gave him a deep kiss.

"You like that, baby?" Tira whispered seductively as she drew her head back. Siegfried fell over in response.

"Hey, what the hell?" Tira angrily asked, brushing the dust off her. Siegfried did not respond. Tira chuckled nervously. "Um..Siegy? Baby, I didn't mean anything by it, I just wanted to..."

She looked at Siegfried and noticed a look of frozen terror on his face. His eyes were wide open, but had no life left in them. She gasped out loud. "Oh no, he's broken!" She started sniffling, and it was not before long was sobbing uncontrollably.

"Ok, what the hell did you do this time?" asked a new voice out of nowhere. Tira momentarily stopped her crying and looked for the source of the voice. "Zassy!" she exclaimed in delight, when she saw the man.

Zasalamel cringed at the sound of his 'name'. "Don't call me that," he snapped, menacingly holding his scythe. "What's the matter?"

"Why are you here?" Tira wondered out loud. "Ooh, shiny!" she said, mesmerized by the glint of steel in Zasalamel's weapon.

"I just happened to be around, and heard your obnoxious crying," Zasalamel answered. "Now, what's the damn problem?"

"Huh?" Tira drew her eyes away from the scythe and pointed at the limp body on the ground. "He's broken!" she wailed out loud. Zasalamel slowly walked over and examined the body. After a few moments, he made his announcement. "Something's wrong with his soul."

"Eh? What do you mean?" Tira asked, her eyes once again on the shiny scythe.

"What did you do to him?"

"I just gave him a little kiss. Why?"

Zasalamel gasped. "Oh no!"

"What?" Tira demanded, looking at him.

"I can't believe it's come to this," Zasalamel muttered to himself. Tira grew impatient. "If you don't tell me, I'm going to kill you!" she threatened.

"I wish," Zasalamel replied lazily. "Did you forget that I can't die?"

"Whatever, just tell me!" Tira said.

"Your kiss is deadly," Zasalamel replied simply. "Whenever you kiss someone, you end up somewhat destroying their soul."

Tira looked at him with disbelief. "…Are you serious right now? Is this some kind of joke?"

"Why would I joke about something like this?" Zasalamel snapped.

"So…does this mean I can't ever kiss anybody ever again?"

"Yes, that is correct."

Tira started bawling again. "You're kidding me! How is a young girl like me supposed to find love if I can't even kiss anybody!" Zasalamel slapped his forehead.

"Forget about love or whatever you call it!" he yelled. "This is a serious problem. I'll need to find somebody to take care of you and make sure you don't go destroying half the world now. I'm way too busy concocting plans to get Soul Edge at the moment."

"Wait…," Tira stopped her crying to say. "You said there's only something wrong with the soul, right? There's nothing wrong with his body?"

"Without the soul, the body can not function," Zasalamel said. "If you were a little stronger, he'd be dead right now."

"Eh? So he's not dead?" Tira asked.

"No. He'll be fine after a couple months, as long as nothing happens to him."

Tira grinned with a maniacal look in her eyes. "Excellent, I'll be back at that time. We'll finish things."

"No you won't!" Zasalamel roared. "You can't just go around destroying people's souls whenever you feel like it!"

"Isn't that what you do?"

"Leave me out of this."

"Oh Zassy," Tira crooned, stroking his face. "I can't wait to see you in pieces. It's going to be so fun."

Zasalamel slapped her away. "Don't touch me. And don't call me that, either."

Tira was sent sprawling with her face towards the ground. She lifted her head, and whispered in a shocked voice. "You…don't love me?"

Zasalamel was stunned. "Uh…"

"Waaaaa!" Tira wailed. "Nobody loves me anymore!" she sniffled. "I need a hug!" Zasalamel wordlessly walked over to her and gave her a hug.

"There, there," he said. "Don't worry. Even if you're twisted, bipolar, totally evil and will destroy someone's soul the moment you kiss them, I'm sure there's somebody out there for you."

"Hey," a cold voice interrupted. "Why the hell are you touching me? Get your hands off me or I'll kill you." Zasalamel slapped his forehead and groaned. He immediately let go of Tira and started walking away.

"Leaving so soon?" Tira's now happy voice called after him. "We didn't even get to have any fun! Oh well, see ya later, Zassy!"

"Stupid bitch," Zasalamel muttered as he walked away.