~*~ Day 4- Kissing ~*~

Kano sat cross-legged on Kido's bed next to her and watched as she read. Impatiently, he rocked back and forth on top of the comforter. He'd come in her room to find something interesting to do, since the only people home, other than himself and Kido, were Seto and Mary who were both passed out asleep on the couch. So the only person left to bother was Kido.

He watched her for about ten minutes. She was always the same, completely ignoring him and only moving her hand to turn a page in her book. This was getting boring now too.

Kano, trying to get the girl's attention, started poking her lightly in the side. She didn't respond. "Kido~ Kido~ Kido~" Kano continued to repeat her name while still at the same time poking her.

After the tenth poke, Kido dog-eared the page she was on before putting the book down. "Would you stop that." she said.

"Neh. Kido I'm bored." Kano whined and poked her again despite her command. This time he poked a little too close to her stomach and Kido visibly flinched at the contact.

"I said stop that." Kido growled and slapped his hand away.

Kano was confused at first, not fully understanding why the action caused her to twitch so much. But after a few seconds it clicked inside his mind and he grinned in sly knowingness. "Leader, are you ticklish?" Kano asked leaning closer.

Kido moved back, as if on instinct, from him. "W-what the hell are you talking about?" Kido tried to talk in all calmness, but Kano had known her too long and caught the slight nervousness in her voice held as she tried to keep her cool.

"Ah ha, so I'm right." Kano said and leaned on his arms.

"Kano, I swear, if you-" Kido stopped as her back bumped against the wall. Something like fear flickered in her dark eyes as she realized she'd back herself into a corner, but her face continued to hold its murderous glare at Kano.

Inches from her face Kano stopped. "You really don't want to be tickled do you?" he laughed as shook his head in mock disbelief. He was obviously enjoying this.

Kido flushed slightly in embarrassment and avoided his gaze. "Shut up." she mumbled quietly in annoyance. She would have probably pushed him off if his warm palm pressing against her cheek hadn't caught her by surprise. Her eyes widened as she looked at Kano's now uncharacteristically serious face. His yellow eyes holding something she'd never seen before and couldn't really identify, almost making her shiver.

"Kido. . . ." Kano's voice was soft as he spoke, "Can I. . . ." he trailed off and then stopped completely as his lips pressed against hers.

The kiss was soft, guarded, and chaste as Kano pulled back a whole ten seconds later. Kido hadn't even realized she closed her eyes until she found herself opening them. The hand on her cheek dropped limply by her knee, leaving nothing but the cold wall against her back and the slight tingle lingering on her lips.

"Are you going to hit me now?" Kido looked up to where Kano was avoiding her gaze. The shade of red on his cheeks seemed so misplaced on him that it almost made her laugh.

Kido pulled him into a sudden, rough, and awkward hug. She felt her own face start to heat up even though Kano couldn't see it. "You're an idiot." she mumbled and squeezed him tighter