Well, I'm bored, writer's blocked, and an Idolshipper XD I just think it's ADORABLE. Fubuki's spontaneity and insanity are the perfect counters to Ryo's tendency to get way too serious about everything. I just think they are great for each other :) And sometimes, for this reason (among others), I hate season 2.

Summary: Fubuki is Ryo's perfect counterpart; the wild, spontaneous spirit who can draw him out of his shell. Idolshipping.

Disclaimer: Wilder, to her dismay, does not own GX, Kaiser, Fubuki, or anything else related to this fic :(

Balance

The first time Fubuki kissed him, they were fifteen, standing by the lighthouse and simply enjoying the quiet privacy of their lonely haunt. Until the brown-haired boy decided that he would like to enjoy the privacy a little more, and seized his friend's collar to press their lips together.

Ryo's blue-gray eyes widened, and he pulled away in shock. Fubuki lost his balance and almost fell.

What…what was that? What was Fubuki thinking?

"You…what…" he began, almost hyperventilating. He searched for the words to describe whatever this feeling was, and for the first time in his life, came up with nothing. "Why?"

Fubuki looked at him sheepishly, though a little bit of hurt slipped through.

"I dunno…I wanted to see if I could make you smile. It worked with a girl once."

"I am not a girl."

"Not saying you are!" Fubuki backtracked almost frantically. "That's not what I meant at all! It's just…you looked sad. I thought…maybe I could make you feel better."

Ryo blinked, thoroughly baffled by Fubuki's odd behavior.

"…Sorr – mff!"

Fubuki found himself pressed forcefully against the curve of the lighthouse wall, Ryo's slender fingers curled tightly around his wrist, the other hand gripping his hip, and those now-familiar lips testing his own. After a few seconds that might have lasted a lifetime, Ryo pulled back just an inch or so, his dark, piercing eyes boring into Fubuki's.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do that."

"Uh," said Fubuki dumbly, not at all sure how to respond to that. The other boy's shaggy hair tickled his face, and he knew he had to be blushing.

Huh.

Ryo didn't seem entirely sure of what he was doing, but neither was Fubuki, not really. Their kisses were awkward; every once in a while, they had to come up for air, almost laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of it. And keeping an eye out for anyone who might be watching. The young Kaiser did not need this circling around the school.

"You're a terrible influence, you know that?" Ryo murmured, resting his head on Fubuki's shoulder as they sat against the lighthouse.

The other boy grinned rakishly.

"Yeah, I know. Who would've thought – besides me, of course – that I could ensnare the mighty Kaiser?" Fubuki laughed. He thought he heard a soft echo from the blue-haired boy who had nearly fallen asleep on his shoulder. "Come on, Ryo. Let's go back. You're about to pass out."

"I am not," Ryo mumbled, his head nodding. Fubuki smiled indulgently.

"Okay, okay. But it's late. We should get back to the dorm. Chronos will have kittens if two of his star students get busted for breaking curfew even if he doesn't find out about…the rest of it."

Ryo laughed and pulled himself to his feet, lending Fubuki a hand. The brunette took the opportunity to "accidentally" stumble forward and catch himself by clinging to Ryo's shoulders. His friend raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth quirking up in a half-smile. Fubuki stole a quick kiss, winking.

The unlikely pair headed slowly back toward the dorms – Fubuki grinning and unabashedly happy, and Ryo, with his soft, reserved little smile.

End

I'm honestly shocked that I managed to write Ryo fluffy O.o This may or may not get another chapter; depends on whether or not my Ryo and Fubuki muses will cooperate.

Review please!