A Series of Kisses

Author's Notes: A short series of—yeah, you guessed it—kisses between Yona and the Dark Dragon and Happy Hungry Bunch. They are separate chapters because I'm weird, and first up is Kija. Random info: I'm having this Akatsuki no Yona phase right now, along with OHSHC. Whyyyyy. Warning: watch out for OOCness cuz I had to add it for ultimate FLUFF. Based off of manga

Summary: If the four dragons, Yoon, and Hak could kiss Yona, it'd be right…there.

i. Kija—On the head

While the red haired princess swung her trainee sword around, Kija contemplated if he should help Yoon and Hak set up their makeshift fire or if he should assist Jae-ha and Shin-ah with the tent. Zeno was sitting in the shade, playing with Ao, often tugging his golden hair out of the squirrel's hungry mouth.

The white dragon currently had nothing to do; everyone was busy, and he was just standing in the midst of everything, taking in the beautiful scenery. It would have been better if a stupid fly wouldn't hover near him though, or else he would break into, what it seems, a funky, slapping dance.

Currently the Dark Dragon and the Happy Hungry Bunch were hiding in the rocky, cold mountains, as they were making their way towards the Kai Empire, using the shadows to their advantage. They could have taken a shorter, easier route, but that would expose the gang's presence to the Fire tribe and the Kai Empire's guards and possibly get them killed; the simpler route was flat grassland with a comforting breeze that whispered against the knee-length grass blades.

The white dragon stopped his 'flipping pancakes' dance move—in attempt to swat a mosquito away—when he heard a metal sword clang as it hit the ground. He then heard heavy breathing of Yona. "… One hundred," she wheezed out, collapsing onto the ground and slumping forward.

"Princess!" Kija shouted quietly but not too loud or else Hak would drop everything (Yoon would yell at him) and rush over. The white haired male sprinted towards her, kneeling beside her to place a hand over her shoulder. "A-are you okay?"

Yona leaned on him as she struggled to catch her breath. "… I'm fine." She shifted around, attempting to get up, but Kija encouraged her to stay where she is. "My arms feel like jelly," she complained, her bratty princess side resurfacing for a split second, but before he could misinterpret anything, she quickly added, "So I'll help Hak and the others to regain my strength!" The kind female reached out to the sword, but Kija stopped her.

"Don't move, Princess, or else you're going to get hurt."

"But I'm fine, Kija!" she said, giggling. Even though she had purple rings under her vibrant eyes and bruises spotted over her hands, she was still smiling brightly. "I should start helping around…," she pondered, standing up and brushing the dust off of her maroon dress.

"But, Princess, you must rest!" he repeated himself, following her like a puppy.

She turned around to face him, dazzling him with her persistence. "Kija, it's okay. I can handle it," she reassured him, placing a hand on his 'cursed' arm. Whenever she tried to manipulate someone, she'd always touch or mention their powers, just like she did with Kija.

He pushed forward, pursing his lips as he nearly hissed out, "You should be resting, though! Let us take it all."

She sighed, closing her eyes. Opening them, he gasped, seeing stone-hard determination. "You can't let me sit around doing nothing. I have to build up my strength somehow," she groaned.

Sensing her exasperation, he succumbed, letting out a frustrated sigh. "… Okay, but make sure you don't push yourself too hard," he whispered, leaning in and pressing his lips against her forehead. Ignoring his burning cheeks, he pulled away abruptly and quickly dismissed himself.

"Wait, Kija!" Yona called out to him, her cheeks stained a light shade of pink. She raised a hand as if to grab him, yet he didn't turn around to face her. His embarrassment level has skyrocketed, though he did stop walking and motioned for her to continue. "Thank you for caring about me." She grinned at him, and even though his back was towards her, she could see his smile.

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Next up: Jae-ha

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