Author's Notes: I realized from my last ficlette that a few people actually -do- enjoy this couple, so thank you so much! This is for you guys!
Warnings: Fluff and Kamakiri/Laki. But there's still not any Skypiea spoilers, so read on!
She was a thin, curvy, strong eighteen year old with medium-length black hair that she kept pulled back into a tight ponytail even in her sleep. She practiced shooting some days and joined the "real" warriors other days, when she wasn't being forced to do more womanly activities back in the village. And usually she didn't laugh very much.
But when she saw the overly-extravagant hairdo that was coming toward her atop the head of Kamakiri, she doubled over in a raucous laughter that made him instantly turn and frown in her direction.
"What is your problem?" he asked haughtily, and she had to gasp for air before she could answer him.
"Your hair!" she howled. "What in the name of Calgara happened to your hair?"
She could tell she'd said the wrong thing when what was visible of his cheeks under his gigantic glasses flushed as red as the lenses. And she tried not to keep laughing, but the blush only served to accent his facade and make him look even more alien than he already did, so she failed miserably in her half-hearted attempt to not shred his ego. He puffed out his chest and crossed his arms and refused to look at her.
"I'm sorry," she breathed finally. "I really am. But oh my gosh. What did you do that for?"
He poked idly at one of the stiff, pigtail-like braids that stuck out from his head, and straightened a feather. "I have my reasons... anyway, it worked."
"Worked? What do you mean worked?" she asked, still chuckling vaguely.
"You noticed, didn't you?" he replied, and even his ears turned red as he stalked away. When what he said sunk in, she chased after him. "Me? You did that to your hair just to make me notice?" But no matter how many times she asked him, he refused to answer her. After a short while of trying with no success to get another word out of him, she stopped following him and shouted, "Kamakiri, you are such a jerk!"
That was just what it took to get him to stomp his way back over to her. "Laki, you are such a girl," he replied angrily.
"Dork!" was her instant comeback.
"Ugly!" was his, although he didn't believe it at all.
"Freak!" It was hard to say whether she believed this or not.
"Girly-girl!" he taunted.
"Stupid, stupid boy!" she shrieked back.
"Now that we've figured out we're a boy and a girl!" he yelled, directly in her face, and then kissed her roughly, forcing her to take a step back to keep from falling over backwards. Of course she was surprised and almost kissed him back for a split second, and then, of course, she slapped him so hard she knocked the glasses from his face.
Years later, as she relaxed after a difficult day fighting against Ener's minions, she remembered that kiss with a smile. What a dork he'd been, she thought.
When he went running by, chasing Braham with a torch and trying to see if his hat would set fire, she frowned. Once a dork, always a dork.
Post-notes: Don't forget to let me know of any couple suggestions you might have, and please review:3