"Mikki, Pay attention!" Yamcha shouted as he threw a clenched fist towards her gut.

Meiko easily twirled away from him, her bare feet slicked with the early mornings dew. How was she supposed to pay attention on a day like this? It felt as if it were the first day ever created, as she and Yamcha were the first beings to ever experience the soft, warm sunshine, the cool grass and the song of the stream in the distance.

"Mikki, this is serious training!" Yamcha scolded.

"Serious, I know," Meiko answered, stifling a giggle. When Yamcha tried to sound like one of the strict old priests at the Curuban Training Grounds where she was raised, it always made her feel like laughing.

Yamcha was a whole ten-years older than her, but he was so handsome. None with lips so soft looking as his should ever try to say a harsh word, all the words which came out were sweet. There was no use trying to make it other wise.

Meiko fisted her hands slightly above her waist, then whirled around, and expertly kicked Yamcha to the ground. She couldn't help but to giggle slightly.

She'd never been quite so playful with her adopted-sensei before, but there was something about the day, something about the glorious day, maybe it was simply after the long hard and cold winter they had had, it was delightful to feel the sun on her face again.

"Isn't spring wonderful?" Meiko cried.

"Concentrate Mikki, or I'll double our training time for the rest of the month!" Yamcha barked out with soft lips.

Mikki didn't attempt to hold back her giggles this time. They just flew out of her mouth, tickling at her throat on the way up.

Exasperated, Yamcha put his hands on his hips and stared at her. "What's so amusing?"

"Your handsome face doesn't match your sour words," Mikki blurted out. She felt a blush burn its way across her cheeks and up her forehead. Had she said that aloud?

Sometimes, lying on her bed at night, she'd allow herself to imagine that Yamcha wasn't her Sensei, and she would allow herself to flirt with him the way she'd seen girls flirt with boys in Bulma's city. But she knew she must never attempt to act out her daydreams. She was a royal elite. He was her Sensei. Love for them was forbidden

"Handsome face?" Yamcha repeated. His big eyes bore into her. Was he angry? Had she pushed him past all limitations?

"….Yes…" Meiko quietly answered, deciding the best thing to do was get back to work right away. She swung her fist out in a smooth movement out in front of her, forcing Yamcha to leap back. He wasn't quite fast enough and her knuckles banged against his chest.

Mikki had a sudden desire to press her lips against his, and wrap her extended arm around his neck. The thought had her blushing again. What was wrong with her?

Lightening fast Yamcha punched out, she should have been able to stop him easily, but suddenly she felt boneless. Yamcha slowed his hands, roughly grabbed Mikki by the waist and kissed her.

From the first day I saw him I have been longing for this to happen, Mikki thought. Then her mind was taken over by a flash flood of pure storming sensation; Yamcha's hands moving slowly up her back and tangling in her long brown hair, Yamcha's tongue brushing against hers; the heat of his body flowing into hers until she couldn't tell where he ended and she began.

Then the world turned to ice as Yamcha wrenched himself away from her.

"This is wrong," He told her, words coming out thick and harsh. "We share a trust, Curuban warriors must only focus on training, to fight against the Imperialists"

This is what he had told her, everyday since he'd 'adopted' her from the Curuban TG's when she was 13. For three years they had trained to fight the androids and the imperialists, but nothing bad had happened for a very long time. Meiko felt blessed, as if no shadow could cross their path. The terrible things in the past that she had witnessed seemed little less than a short-lived nightmare, from which she had been rescued.

"It can't be wrong," Mikki said. She took his hand and sat in the meadow, pulling Yamcha down with her, "Not if it feels like this,"

"But…Your Destiny…" He protested.

Meiko slid her arms around his neck.

"My destiny is you."

"Our Destiny," Yamcha agreed, his face so close her hers, that his lips brushed against her mouth with each word.



Isn't this Kawaii? Please R&R, more info coming in the next chapter!