aurora
fai & sakura
( uninhibited )
"Let's make ears with our handkerchiefs!"
In the short run, with Sakura's and Fai's inebriated state, that was not the best choice of words to say. With Kurogane becoming more aggravated as the seconds passed by, the kitty-cat duo fashioned themselves new pairs of ears; continuing with a glorious growl worthy of a true big bad black-wolf, the two kittens, in their two intoxicated predicament… ran. As fast as they could, hand in hand or rather, paws.
Scampering energetically, both of them meowing and mewing like there was no tomorrow – for cats live in the present, living in the moment, they tried to avoid the stomping doggy and misaligned puppy. Hence, their current situation, masqueraded by shadows.
They were hiding in the closet, faces very close, clinging for dear life, giggling in the dark, with only faint glimmers of the other cat's face as vision. As dedicated as they were to be skilfully silent, they could not stop the quiet laughter. The origami-made ears had long since slipped away, forgotten in a game of cat and dog.
And in Sakura's stupor, having been affected by the amount of alcohol, impulsively, and with true finesse and adorability of a kitten, suddenly leaned in and met Fai's lips with her own, spontaneously kissing him again and again, her cheeks glowing a hue of a graceful pink rose, fresh from its bloom. "Fai…" She breathed, repeating his name like an incantation to her sanctuary in her dreamlike haze. Taking it into stride, he kissed back, liquor clouding his judgement, foretelling a bad headache the morning after.
Unfortunately, the door to the clandestine place was yanked open, just as Sakura pulled away. The magician himself was grateful (although secretly, unbeknownst to Sakura, he would have liked to continue) that the darkness hid his flushed face, now not a shade of porcelain white. He ran, slipping through the hesitation, as Kuro-doggy took the drowsy princess to bed, much to the infuriation of the swordsman that he was not able to catch both of the mischievous cats. Still, in true kitty style, Fai thought, as he meowed through the night, promising himself to remember her saccharine kisses, his fleeting happiness contagious to the spinning Mokona. It was pity that Sakura…
Kittens don't look back… even if one of them didn't remember.