A/n: The third line was taken from an avatar on I often use avatars as prompts. I've written two fanfics this way. Remember that rhyme when we were kids? "First is the worst, second is the best, third was in a polka dot dress…" That's the sequence I'll be using. Thanks reviewers!

Pucker Up

Second is the Best

One kiss.

One kiss was all he needed.

One kiss…and BAM! Just like that she was the only one for him.

If ever there was way to end a war, it was with a kiss. A kiss could make the universe stand still in a frozen interval. A sweet, light kiss possessed a great potential to bring opponents together. A gentle touch of the lips could terminate even the most brutal combat.

One kiss.

One kiss was all she needed.

One kiss and BAM! Just like that, she had his attention.

They were in the midst of a violent snowball fight, the two of them.

Kuchiki versus Kurosaki.

Three soggy snowballs to the left cheek, and Ichigo had declared war.

They fought with their bare hands, scooping up handfuls of frosty white powder, and packing them down into frozen spheres, deadly ammunition. His jeans and socks were soaked through. His left cheek and the places on his neck where Rukia had ruthlessly nailed him were sore and burning.

Sooner or later one of them would call it quits. One of them would purpose a peace treaty. It sure as hell was not going to be Ichigo.

Ichigo returned the frosty missiles, launching them as hard as he could. War had no rules, so the laws of courtesy did not apply to Ichigo. He threw the snow just as hard as she did, without mercy, without pity.

A hard snowball hit Rukia square in the face. She slipped, fell backward, and smacked her head against the icy sidewalk. At first she lay motionless on the ice, but after a momen t or so she rolled over and sat up with a groan.

"Ichigo…hey, come here."

Yeah, like he was going to fall for that!

Ichigo took a few steps over, but kept a safe distance between them. Rukia was probably plotting to bombard his sympathy. Snow in the ear? No thank you!

"You chickening out Rukia?" He flexed his frozen fingers. It was almost time to go home.

"No, just come here."

He stomped over, mentally prepared to react to her 'sneaky' little ambush. "What?"

Rukia was hunched over, examining something in the snow. "Look." She pointed to a small recess. A paw print?

"I don't see anything."

"It's a bunny footprint!"

"Is not."

"You won't even look!"

With a sigh, he crouched down to examine the print. Ichigo was ready; ready to intercept the ambush. "It looks like a handprin— "

He caught Rukia's wrist in mid air, just inches away from his face, grasping a handful of snow. Her free hand flew through the air next, grasping a second handful of snow. Ichigo caught it deftly with his other hand.

He rolled his eyes. "Nice try," he scoffed. "Try to be a little more subtle next time."

Silence.

"What?"

Rukia bit her lip, as if to hold back a laugh. Her eyes beheld a pertly gleam; they twinkled, mischief, mischief, mischief!

"W-what's up with that look?"

He suddenly realized how close they were. Rukia leaned in closer. Ah, man, not again! Just inches away, she paused. Before closing her eyes, she smirked. Ichigo braced himself for the worst.


One kiss.

Short, gentle, and deep, Ichigo could taste the sugary glaze on her lips; no tongue, no air, no nachos. Just soft, rosepetal lips and sweet Chap Stick. The horrors of Ichigo's first kiss vanished. Finally, he found that quixotic utopia he had been looking for, finally.

One kiss and Ichigo's chain of fate was wrapped around her finger.

A spell of snowflakes fluttered across the wind. Ichigo shuddered, but if it was because of the cold or delight, he wasn't sure. He released his grip on Rukia's wrists.

Both generals parted. The treaty had been signed.

Rukia smiled "Was that your first kiss?"

"N-no. What's so funny?"

Rukia lowered her head, turned her cheek into her shoulder, and laughed.
"The look on your face…was I subtle enough?"

She was mocking him, and yet he didn't really care.

One kiss.

"Why— "

"Because I wanted to."

"Oh."

Rukia's laughter died suddenly. She looked at him very seriously. "Ichigo?"

He started to stand. "What?"

"I have something else for you."

One kiss and she had his complete undivided attention.

Ichigo shifted uncomfortably in the wet snow. The soaked jeans stuck to the backs of his knees. "Y-yeah?"

One kiss…

WHACK!

Rukia shoved two large handfuls of snow into this face. Tiny icy particles went up his nose and in his ears. The treaty had been desecrated!

Ichigo coughed. He was furious. No, he was beyond furious. Words could not describe his impetuous wrath. She was dead meat!

"YOU LITTLE WITCH— "

But Rukia was already two hundred feet ahead. Her laughter filled the empty courtyard. Beneath the urge of vengeance, there was a spark of interest. Rukia had his undivided attention and was going to be pulverized.

All because of one kiss.