Title: Curses

Rating: PG-13

Pairing: Kanna/Sumire

Description: Sumire curses that beastly brute, Kanna.

Warnings / Disclaimers: None other than language. Sakura Taisen and all derivative characters are property of Sega. I make no profit from them. All original ideas are distributed under the CreativeCommons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike License. For more information on the Creative Commons License, visit CreativeCommons.org.

Authors Note: I like this one. Kanna comes across nicely in it, and I'm happy with the portrayal of Sumire I have in here. Gave me a freakin' hard time, she did.


I want to hold you.

When you take away all of the pretense, all of the half-truths and posturings, it comes down to the simple fact that tears through my veils of falsehood.

I want to cradle your head in my arms and run my fingers through your hair. I want to run my hands over your back and listen as you tell me about your day with that slurred speech I've come to love.

I need so much from you and that frightens me. I need your support. Your acceptance, caring...your love.

I'll never be able to understand how exactly it was that I, the Top Star, was saddled with such a crippling affection. You're naught more than a rustic country cousin, hardly worth my time or attention, yet I find myself unable to tear myself away from you. The way you tease me...the way your hand comes to rest on my shoulder.

You have no idea. That much is clear.

Why did I have to fall in love with a simpleton?

There's nothing for it, I suppose. You're an idiot, I'm in love with you, and you have no idea.

Such is life.

I'll just have to continue on as I have, and hope that I am someday able to put this behind me.

Though by the way you're charging towards me right now, it doesn't look like I'll get a chance. Joyous.

You growl out some sentence resembling speech. Something about a missing item. I haven't taken anything, something you should well know.

Cursed backwards oaf.

Do you even realize what it does to me when you run your hand through your hair like that?

You blithering idiot.

You're staring at me for some reason. I stare back at you, trying to put you off with my haughty demeanor.

It's not working because you're an accursed fool.

You tilt your head to the side like a confused dog. Such an apt allegory.

I can't take much more of this. I accuse you of needing to appease your need for guidance in the ways of proper comport by watching me, hoping that will throw you off and let me achieve some measure of relief from your imposing and arresting presence, you beast.

Your lips pull back, exposing your straight white teeth in a feral grin. A shiver skitters along my spine as I'm reminded why animalistic ephitets are so apropos for you.

You lean into me and press a kiss against my cheek before I am aware that you've moved that close. Curse you and your beastly stealth.

Apparently, kissing me isn't enough. You don't touch me, holding me captive with the force of your presence, trapping me as your prey. Your hot breath puffs against my ear as you speak softly to me. Whatever words you say are barely registered by some distant portion of my brain.

The rest of me is to intent on the sudden and overwhelming scent of you that has just now reached me.

Your rich scent fills me, wrapping around me. It is earthy and subtle, worming it's way deep into my consciousness.

I step back and on pure reaction, reach out and slap your cheek as much force as my shaking body can muster.

Damn you for a despoiler of purity.

I flee, not daring to look back until I'm almost out of the room. What I see almost makes me want to return and strike you again.

You're cupping your reddened cheek and smiling.

Damn you, Kanna.