Title: unrelated incidents
Summary: We're sorry to inform you that the romance in this story got ran over by a car.
Author: Pippicakes
Length: 592
Pairing: Spirit/Kami.
A/N: Well since there are so not enough of these floating around I thought I'd contribute! Also, I think I am in adoration of my versions of Wes and Kami...I'll be so miserable when they show up in the manga xD
Edit: KID. KID. KID. KID. KID. KID. I feel better now...

They smashed heads with one another as they leaped over a garden fence 100 yards from the school she'd just set on fire. That was how they met.

It was a Saturday evening, only an hour or so before the clubs opened and he'd been looking for a hot date to stalk for the evening, resulting in a quick short cut through his vague acquaintances back garden and she was most definitely coming the other way.

Their heads collided full on, a shattering 'smack' resounding through the otherwise silent neighbourhood. She had cussed hard enough to wilt the already dying grass rubbing her abused forehead the entire time with her right hand, the left was clutching tightly round a chipped, red, plastic lighter.

She swore once more, "Sonofabitch."

Her whole body was covered in a varying degree of mess, soot and ash stains made their way across her petite chest, grass stains on her knees and mud splatters over her arms and face from where she fell.

I'm going to die, was the first thing that came to Spirits mind...that schools on fire followed shortly after.

"Are you alright?" He tried for weakly, "I'm sorry I didn't realize this fence was taken…" their was something in her eyes, a fiercely childish sense of rebellion that kept him captivated. Neither of them made a move to go.

"I'll have to file a divorce case, how dare my fence cheat on me."

It was dreadful really, like something out of a romantic comedy – he almost expected the cheesy laughter to come chorusing out the pot plants. Quite the pathetic scenario, he had absolutely nothing else to say. Thankfully she solved his dilemma.

"I'm Kami. Do I get to know the name of my home-wrecker?" she went on with a faint Japanese accent, smiling airily as the smoke began to block out the sky.

"Spirit Albarn," he answered, putting out a hand which she shook, somehow managing to keep a straight face during the exchange, "pleased to meet you." He added on robotically.

"Likewise," her lips tugged at the corners, they were dry and cracked he noted before she pulled him to his feet. The sudden rush made him sway.

"Do you often set fire to buildings?"

"Only on days that end in a 'Y'." her laugh was nice, it made everything feel a little less awkward.

"I see." He didn't and the silence returned.

"Is that your natural hair colour?"

"What?"

"Your hair," she repeated as if Spirit was the mad one "is it natural?" he nodded, the nightclub and Stein suddenly the last thing on his mind.

"Well burning things was always a hobby of mine-"

"I'm sorry what?"

"Ssh! I'm speaking!" she pressed a hand over his mouth; thankfully it was the one without the lighter in it.

"My mother has dreadful hair, so does my sister actually, and my brother to so I was curious about yours, naturally-" he nodded; her eyes were a lovely green colour. Nice and round and inviting and so very, very pure.

"-burning things never had the right red you know? Your hairs lovely, just right. Perfect." She nodded and tugged a thick group of it in her blistered, muddy fingers and smiled once more leaving Spirit racking his brain for something else to say.

"Do you want to go for a drink?"

"I'll have to ask my fence first."