For everyone who wanted an obvious kiss.

As a warning, it is about pirates. Because whenever I can't write, I write pirate-verse.

-liahime who is dumping everything she has on you all at once. XD

misinterpretation.

"Shut up," he groans at the girl perched primly on his desk. "I know it was stupid, but I'm wet and cold and at least we got back in one piece, right? We'll get your ship tomorrow."

She adjusts the sags of his shirt, an angry chorus of plips falling with each shake of her head. "And what am I supposed to do until then, idiot?"

"Sleep." He snaps as he tries to salvage the maps from her vengeful dripping. "That's what normal people do at two in the morning."

"Normal people don't have their entire cargo seized by the Imperial Navy."

"Normal people wait until they've eaten breakfast before they go and declare war on the Imperial Navy."

"Pirates don't wait for the navy to make their beds and eat their breakfast before attacking," she glares. "If we had left earlier-"

"Too bad," he grumbles. "Sleep."

"Where am I supposed to sleep then?"

He throws a pointed glance at the bed.

"But there's only one-"

"I know," he says, feeling the edge of a smirk rise up despite her sudden glare.

"You can sleep outside," she says firmly, stepping towards the mattress.

"What," he grins, "you never learned how to share when you were a kid?"

"Here," she says, refusing to look at him, "you can take the pillow. I don't want your lice."

"I'm bruised in places I don't even want to think about because of you, Makino Ruki. I'm sleeping on the bed. You do what you want."

"I lost my ship and my cargo because of you. Sleep on the floor. Or better yet, with your crew."

"Why don't you?" he growls, trying to edge faster towards the bed, "Since its my ship here."

For a second, she is awkwardly silent and her subtle shuffle towards the bed stops. Her eyes dart out of the porthole and to the brilliant harbor walls, where a tiny black flag is being lowered for the royal colors.

"Ruki, I'm sorry."

"No, you're right. I should have been more careful."

"Look," he says, suddenly feeling a hundred times worse than he did a few minutes ago, "you take the bed. I'll sleep outside."

"No, I'll take a hammock with the crews-or maybe on the deck-"

He suddenly remembers the men that make up his crew. They're not evil and wicked or anything like that. Just normal men, ordinary pirates.

"Wildcat," he says with sudden urgency, "I insist."

"I'm going." she says, her voice chilly and tired as she passes him. "Night, Akiyama. Sorry about the mess."

Her quiet apology shakes him more than any of the gunfire he has gone through all day. He reaches for her arm, pulling her back. "Ruki-"

"Akiyama, let go of me-"

The door bangs open and a stack of blankets walks into the small cabin.

"Sir, we've prepared quarters for you in the—"

A head looks up from the stack of sheets and breathes out a single syllable. It is a deep oh, with as many layers as the human voice can manage to pack into one word.

"Sorry, Captain." He touches his hat and grins. "And you too, Lady Makino."

"It's not like that!" she protests, her face blooming a bright rose red. "Get off me, Akiyama."

"I'll tell the men not to bother you tonight," the pirate blithely continues, unaware of the death glares that the lady is shooting at his head. "Captain's first real girlfriend! I'm honored to be a part of this moment, sir."

Another embarrassed blush and beam of death glares shoots at the oblivious man.

"Have a good night," he winks. "Congratulations, Captain."

There is an awkward silence as the door slams open and the sheets disappear as quickly as they entered. They hear the muffled shouts about "captain's first girl" and congratulatory whistles outside the cabin door.

"I seriously didn't mean-"

"Your first girlfriend?" Underneath the annoyance, he can hear a hint of amusement in her voice.

"It's not like that-"

"Is Captain Akiyama that bad with the ladies?" It would be innocent teasing from anyone else. From Ruki, though, the words have gained barbs dipped in poisonous sarcasm. "The Akiyama Ryou, the famous flirt of the four seas?"

He swears he could think of a witty comeback if his ears weren't quite so red.

The fact that he has pinned her onto the floor doesn't quite help the situation either.

He catches her lifted chin in his hand. "Ruki, please. Shut up."

She glares up at him. "Make me."

He is tired. He is sore and bruised and has more holes than a sieve. His head is buzzing with blood loss and fatigue. And she- she is glaring up at him with big, angry eyes and wet hair and his shirt—and he just doesn't know what to do.

So he follows the drunken, crazy logic of all good pirate men caught in unfortunate situations.

He kisses her.

I know, it's a terrible ending.

I'm sorry.