Written for a request meme at my livejournal. Two of my friends, thefirefly and parsnipchan, asked for Kureno/Uo, so as a result, I wrote two drabbles. The other one, That Which is Trivial, can also be found on my FFN account.

Hope you enjoy this, and if you feel so inclined, feel free to drop a review once you're done. Let it be said that constructive criticism is a-okay with me. ((smile)) Thanks in advance for reading.
Disclaimer: I don't think so…
Thwarted Antipathy

There was something about Kureno that made Uo very, very angry.

She had no reason to be so pissed at him, really. He was, she supposed, nice enough. He'd also followed her after she'd tried to run away from him… and he'd even almost kissed her, damn it! He was an all around good person, Kureno, and she knew it like she knew the sky was blue. He was good and sweet and kind and quiet…

…and he was any girl's fantasy, was something out of a sappy, sweetly romantic dream.

So why, when she thought about him, did anger flare in her chest and threaten to consume her whole in its flames?

She didn't quite know.

But maybe…

Maybe it was because he was so nice, and that kindness could be passed off as a guise that hid something dark or malicious.

Maybe it was because he'd followed her in the first place, and that had made her feel guilty about misjudging him.

Maybe it was because, when he'd leaned forward to kiss her, she'd felt weak and submissive, the exact opposite that any woman trained under the Red Butterfly should have felt.

Add all those together and maybe…

…she was in love with him…

When that thought crossed her mind, Uo groaned out loud. Love was something meant for flimsy paperback novels, things that could be read and thrown away without a second thought. It wasn't real, and it wasn't right; she should have been concentrating on other things instead of Kureno, like her friends or beating up Orangey.

But no.

Instead, when she thought about Kureno, she felt something flutter inside her, this strange fleeting feeling that was awkward and unfamiliar but so, so right.

It made her weak, that feeling, made her act like she never should.

It made her submissive, too, made her shy and effeminate.

And that was why, she eventually supposed, she got so mad whenever she thought about him.

She clenched her fists, enlightenment achieved.

She should have hated him for this.

But she already loved him like nothing else.