Irony
by Ongaku no Usagi
The first kiss was bliss. Absolute bliss; like all the right ingredients in perfect quantities baked together into the best cake in the world. It was like silk; it was like chocolate; it was this, that, and every other amazing experience, all combined into one ivory moment worth every beautiful memory that had come before.
The irony was, both of them remembered different first kisses.
For Kyou, having bent with crystalline tears forming over the limp, broken body of the one he loved, the one he had crushed minutes before, had silenced her semi-conscious assurances that she was okay, as Benedict had quieted Beatrice. As he closed his eyes and let the tears flow, he felt her hand fall from his face back to the ground. The moment, had he been aware of it, was likely cocooned in the sort of glow that fireflies give off the first day of summer.
But there had been no one but himself to witness it, Yuki having left seconds before.
For Tohru, the moment was mostly shock, a little bit of terror, but all that melted away into gentle, hungry warmth as his lips met hers with a little tremble. That moment hadn't lasted long but, oh! What a moment. What a sweet, sweet tender moment. When everything that her heart had come to desire was fulfilled...
"Oh, Kyou-kun, Kyou-kun, my dear, my love," she would have likely said, had words been formable under her moistened lips.
But more, more was to come, and those moments would be even more precious than their first.
Author's Notes: Too brief? Well...it wouldn't be characteristic to draw it out, not with the sublime simplicity that Takaya-sensei drew these two scenes. I don't usually like to distort what the original story was, so this is this.