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The evening late summer sun burned through the windows in the tea house. The hard wood bench is covered by a pick cushion with an embroidered floral pattern, nested under Izou. Across from him sat the most beautiful woman in the whole world and the poster girl for this very tea house.
Kikunojo- Izous' darling younger sister- happened to work at this tea house, she always got the good table for them.
Tucked away in the far corner of the establishment, with a wall convenity blocking any visibility from the rest of the customers.
Kiku talks about how this spot is popular with couples, how many of the hostesses will come back here to find the couple kissing. His sister chuckled but the story made him blush with want. Izou can’t even begin to explain how much he wanted her.
Kiku seemed to notice his demeanour as she asked, “You look sad, Izou. Is something wrong?” She was so caring and attentive, he’s sure she’ll make a wonderful wife someday. And that is the problem isn’t it.
Kiku is, to say the least, drop dead gorgeous. Tall with long legs and strong muscles. Her silky black hair falling effortlessly, beautifully, over her shoulders like she was a supermodel. Her lips- soft and red, her skin- clean and glossy like a porcelain doll, her cheekbones -sharp, flawlessly bordering her eyes.
Oh, Kikus eyes, how he could go on. A colour that shines and sparkles like the steel blade of her sword yet her gaze stayed soft as wool.
And on top of her outer beauty, she was just as beautiful on the inside. A woman that stunning has no need to be so gentle and benevolent. Yet despite that she still smiles with kindness in her heart.
She was perfect.
A perfect that Izou couldn’t have. He knew his sister was off limits to him and him alone. What an unfair world Izou had to live in.
Izou stammered a response, “I’m perfectly fine.” His sister didn't seem convinced.
“Is it because you have to leave for university soon??” And that was another thing. He had to leave, going several hours away from his hometown, from kiku. The thought only made his frown grow deeper.
His sister frantically waved her hands moving her tea cup out of the way so she could lean over the table. Her dainty fingers brushed against his palms. “There’s no need to worry so much,” Kiku reassured, “You’ll just have to call me more. Plus you’ll come home on your breaks.”
“Of course I will,” Izou spoke with a warmth bubbling in his throat.
“Even so,” Kiku muttered a blush rising in her cheeks, “I'll miss you.” Her lips curled up, she looked away bashfully, a soft pure glaze clouding her eyes.
Izou couldn’t think properly, his mind shrouded with thoughts of his perfect sister, how beautifully she glowed in the sunlight. He leaned over the table, his hand resting on hers. Izous lips connect to hers as best he could, planting a kiss to the side of her mouth. His heart filled with a bold red burning sensation, a sensation you would call love.
It was brief, for less then a second.
Kiku jumped back with a squeeze, she held her hands over her mouth, her eyes blown wide open.
“Oh god,” he gasped in fear and realization. What had Izou just done? “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” He apologized, shame filling his voice.
“Izou,” her voice sung like a lullaby. Her long arms reached out to him, holding his hands with a firm supportive hold. She leaned in like a scene from every dream he has had for the past 17 years of his life, ever since the day he met his little sister.
Their lips touched, red paint against red paint. Was this really happening? His heart felt as though it might explode, melting and falling apart in a million and one pieces. Only for Kiku- His sister - to delicately put it back together.
She pulled away with a smile and a soft chuckle, “If you're going to kiss me you should kiss me like you mean it.”