A Series of Kisses

Author's Notes: I am so sorry that I've been absent for a very long time, but I hope this cute(?) update will compensate for my lack of activity in this site. But egads, this was such a hard thing to write! Shin-ah, being all fluffy and buddy-buddy?! Well, I guess that's partially my fault cuz I started this series anywhoozles. Warnings: AU, OOC (of course), and very bad….?

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

iii.v. Shin-ah-On the cheek

As usual, it was a bustling, busy, rowdy day at Kai Academy, a high school for the norms, but there's this one girl everyone has kept their eyes on: Yona. She stood out, this girl, both her personality and her physique.

She was quite short, thanks to her father's genetics, and even a bit clumsy at times. Yona had bright, beautiful red hair, ending by her waist; it curled at its tips but would have lazy waves running down her locks. Considerate purple irises would trap everyone in a lovesick trance. With one glance, she could distract the whole male population.

She was absolutely gorgeous, even her personality.

Yona was bubbly, happy-go-lucky, extremely funny and stubborn, and spoiled if someone was lucky to unlock level fifty of friendship. Her charm drew people in, and to say that everyone liked her was an understatement.

Today is normal: Yona walking to her class, boys swarming around her, at least two confessions, and a few tears if he was a bit too emotional. Today is Friday.

"Yona-senpai, please go out with me." A boy fell in step with her, struggling to keep up with the teenage girl's persistence to get to class.

"I'm sorry, Tsukikage-san, but I don't have time for that. Maybe another time?" The red haired female grinned apologetically, choking out a kind giggle. She visibly saw the brunet's hopeful smile drop, yet another male pushed him away, pressing his face against hers.

"Yona-sama, will you go with me to Anne's Bakery after school today?" His voice was boisterous and annoying, and that wide grin was pushing odorous exhales into her nostrils.

Yona's brows knitted while she said, "So sorry, Sukiyo-kun, but I have meeting for Student Council."

One came after another, eagerly pushing against each other to get the girl to even look at them. She was popular, surrounded by all kinds of people against her own will. Yona never really wanted the whole high school's adoration and/or attention. She preferred to be as "unpopular" as Shin-ah (No offense, Shin-ah, she'd mumble), who stood by the doorway of their shared class.

"Shin-ah!" she called out, practically sprinting towards him at full speed. Now the men tagging behind her could barely keep up.

Shin-ah glanced at her with his mellow, blank yellow irises, his face bland as usual. He spotted the hordes of men and narrowed his eyes at them, the group screeching and their backs straightening in a second. They halted immediately.

Yona stepped forward and away from the crowd, now standing in front of him. The men, on the other hand, were still shuddering and sweating in the presence of the one and only Shin-ah, Yona's "creepy stalker hentai quiet pedophilic murderous" friend. Those are the same words the teenage males are currently murmuring under their breath.

In other words, Shin-ah is her "bodyguard" and childhood friend. They've always been together, and while Shin-ah occasionally acknowledged her or talked to her, he didn't say that he didn't like Yona-or her presence.

With one more glance at the revolting sight of blue-faced, stiff men, the boys skittered away, screaming for their lives.

"Sensei isn't back yet?" Yona chirped, falling against the wall next to him.

He didn't respond.

"Well, I guess he didn't come yet since it's still seven twenty-nine in the morning," she said more to herself while she dabbed her finger against the curve of her cheek. "When does class start?"

Calming violet skies of the dawn clashed against the paralyzing light of the sun. "Seven forty-five," he said, his voice unwavering.

"Wow," she whistled, "we're pretty early today, dontcha think?"

"Nn."

Giggles erupted from her throat while a hand patted against Shin-ah's upper arm. "Quiet as usual, Shin-ah."

"Nn."

Her lips pursed as she stared hard up at him. "Mou," she urged, "say something that's not"-in attempt to imitate his voice, she dropped three octaves-"nn." It was far from Shin-ah's voice, but her version really was entertaining. His lips twitched.

"I don't sound like that," he said with a tiny grin, eyes sparkling with happiness.

"Ha!" Yona announced, jerking in front of him to point a declaring finger at his face. Her action gathered a lot of attention, but she didn't acknowledge them; she continued. "I've finally made you smile. Well, grin," she corrected herself.

He chuckled quietly to himself, turning away bashfully. He hadn't laughed in a while because Yona and he were separated with the female being involved with several clubs and Shin-ah being conservative and disappearing frequently. Only before school started could they exchange words with each other.

"Woah!" she gasped, making him reflexively turn to her. "I've got him to laugh-"

"Chuckle, Yona. Not laugh," he said, looking away to hide his grin.

"But it is technically the same thing: the act of expressing one's amusement through spontaneous noises or movements," she replied in a matter-of-factly tone, closing her eyes and holding up her pointer finger.

"Yona," he mumbled with a grin. She giggled, turning to look down the corridor. "Thank you," he added. Gathering up all of his willpower and courage, he quietly leaned in and gently pecked her cheek, pulling back as quickly as possible.

Shin-ah saw the teacher walk towards the two, twirling the keys on his finger. He focused his attention on the adult to avoid the happy stare Yona was giving him.

"You know, Shin-ah," she said, "that's just another way to show your happiness. And for you to kiss me on the cheek must mean something." She gave him a cute wink with a teasing tongue poking out from between his lips.

"Yeah," he agreed, "you must be right." With his own smile, the two walked into the classroom, the teacher holding the door. "I am really happy."

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Next up (fureal): Zeno

Everything is Kusanagi Mizuho's, not mine. I just borrowed the characters cuz this fandom needs love.

Thanks a billion for the 33 follows and something favorites OuO. Also, thanks for being patient and dealing with me!

...Aaaand, I apologize if it wasn't what you were expecting, with all the typos and stuff =.= Major writer's block be liiike 'haha nOPE!'