Pairing: KaiHil
Prompt: Dance. Blanket. Triangles.
Dedication: KaiHil-Lover (Her prompt! Her damn, damn prompt!)
Summary: "Red? Blue? Or Purple?" Hillary was confused

Kai hated to be touched. Proximity, physical and emotional, was something that never failed to be a source of contempt for the Hiwatari heir. And while the heartfelt annoyance at the latter had evaded his conscience in a gradual, painful process over the years, any minor invasion of his personal space was far from what he would normally consider welcoming.

So why, he found himself wondering, as small hands hovered around his waist, and warm breath tickled his neck, and soft brown hair itched his jaws, did he suddenly find himself unable to pull away?

Hillary Tatibana smelled of coconuts, he decided. A scent that he had never associated with her. Now, a rosy scent? That would've described her better. Or maybe a delicate strawberry-like aroma was something he expected to have come from her. Or maybe vanilla. But coconut?

Still, for some strange reason, he really reallyliked that more than he should. And it made both his hand on each side of her waist tighten their grasp; his way of letting the brunette know that he had no intention of letting go any sooner. And somewhere along the murmured whispers from her as she half-voiced some unsaid happenings of the day, and half-sung along with the soft music playing in the background, her fists on the fronts of his shirt tightened, almost unnoticeably if Kai hadn't already been on the look out for the gesture and he decided that he wasn't the only one wanting this moment to last longer.

A sigh escaped her lips, tickling Kai's skin, when the music stopped. But their feet were yet to find that motion, and as they swayed, Kai felt Hillary move back just a little bit to see his painted-face, and they went at it again. Swaying to no music, Hillary in her too-long pajama's and Kai in the baggy jeans and sweatshirts that he rarely wore, the former looking at the boy's usually-scowling face now tipped into half a smile as she spoke on and on about this and that. He didn't nod to show he was listening, he wasn't even looking at her, but that didn't bother Hillary. For he was Kai, and Kai was quiet.

She wouldn't have it any other way.

"You know what I don't get?" She spoke suddenly, after a while of staring at Kai's features in silence. Slim fingers raised themselves up to Kai's face just as the boy opened his previously-closed eyes to peer lazily down at her. He looked annoyed, and Hillary resisted the urge to giggle, pressing her fingers against his cheeks instead. "The fact that you are so hell-bent on wearing these everyday…"

It took a while for realization to sink in, and as Hillary drew lazy circles along Kai's smooth jaw, across the carefully-painted, signature-blue triangles on his cheek, Kai barely had it in him to mutter anything other than a, "Hn" and was thankful that it was typical of him to answer that way, or he'd have given himself away.

"I mean," Hillary continued, mindless of Kai's less-than-satisfactory reply, "What are they for? What is it that they represent? And why," She paused, pursing her lips and moving just-a-little backwards to stare at Kai's cheek properly. "…are they blue? Is that supposed to stand for something?"

But Kai resumed to look over her shoulder, at the CD player slopped carelessly over the blanket on the bed, as if Hillary hadn't said a word, less than direct a question at him.

"Blue…"He heard her mutter as she leaned closer to him, only to prop her head on his right shoulder, and pull at the sleeves of his maroon-ish shirt, "Or red? Or…" She moved, to stare at his face again, "Purple? I mean, your triangles are blue. But Dranzer is red. And your eyes are purple. And you wore purple pants for an entire year…."

There was no response. Verbally, at least. Physically, grunting, Kai merely pulled Hillary—subtly rather—closer, and continued their temporarily-halted state of motion.

Kai didn't like surprises. So when Hillary had called him over, sounding urgent and demanding (at Twelve at night, by the way) the last thing he'd expected her to do was ask him to dance with her. If that wasn't a surprise, then grabbing him and insisting that he grab her when he refused her blunt request, sure the hell was.

And Kai found it rather weird, that he, a man who hated surprises, and hated dancing –of all the things!—suddenly found that it was a rather enjoyable experience. Maybe it was her….Scratch that, Kai was sure it was her. Because he found himself liking being caught by surprise, he found himself liking the contact, he found himself liking the dance.

And Kai guessed that was the answer to an unspoken question. 'Why wasn't he damn pulling away? He was Kai!' Well, yeah. But she was Hillary. Always-been-by-his-side Hillary. Always-believed-in-him Hillary. Always-forgiven-him Hillary. Always-looked-out-for-him Hillary.

And when it came to her, he just liked it.

He liked her.

He liked her.

He liked her.

He liked her.

"….and I want them off, Kai."

Lazily, at the sound of his name, he opened his eyes to see her staring up at him with clear anticipation, as if waiting for him to do something. He raised a questioning brow, noting with regret that she'd taken her hands off his face by now, and before he could say something….

"These, Kai, these!"

And suddenly, she was rubbing her too long sleeves against his right cheek in repetitive motions, as if trying to scrub something off his face….

"Your triangles. Your blue triangles! I want them off!" She jutted out her lower lip when Kai grabbed her wrist expertly, preventing further action, "I wanna see your face!"

Hillary pouted further at the look Kai gave her; it obviously meant utter refusal. But she didn't press. Instead, huffing in disappointment, she moved back into their initial position, her hands on his chest, his already on her waist, and continued trying to move around in circles in the middle of the room.

It was then that Kai found himself feeling slightly bad, but pushing the thoughts aside, he let her snuggle closer and soon, the contrite little exchange was forgotten, and Hillary's bubbly voice filled the air again.

Kai and Hillary were not a couple. But they had crossed the line of just friends long ago. They were something in between. Not officially official. But….they liked each other. After countless nights spent in each others company, of many words that were a secret only both of them shared, many tales untold save with each other and many an intimate touches exchanged….that much was clear to the both of them.

And it was nights like these that Kai found that not every bonding required words to be exchanged, or secrets and tales, or memories…anything meaningful to be shared. No, nights like these weren't reserved for words. They were for touches…slight, slight tingles of skin against skin…and damnthatscent!

He was a mystery, and Kai knew that. He was an enigma. And Hillary was just curious. One day, she'd know all of his colors, and one day, she'd see his face. One day, he'd peel his mask off for her.

But tonight….

"Hillary," He murmured against the top of her head, his skin tingling when she stopped speaking abruptly and muttered a questioning sound, "Shut up and just dance."

I liked the way this turned out. :P KaiHil-Lover and her ridiculous prompt (I mean, WHAT THE HELL! Dance. Blankets. Triangles? O.o) and I couldn't make the blanket part work, but it was there! It was there! So, whatever.

Been a long time since I last wrote. Did you guys like it? Any mistakes? Any OOC-ness?

I've got a few KaiHil oneshots (ridiculous ones at that) written down, that I might add as separate chapters to this. Might. If anyone has any (stupid, stupid -glares pointedly at KHL-) prompts, drop that in a review. Because at times I feel like writing and have nothing to write about. Prompts work great at that.

One more thing, I posted Chapter 15 of Welcome To My Life, more than two weeks ago….Yeah, you might have gotten the notif, but the URL wasn't working. Well, if anyone missed that chapter then, it's been up and showing for a while now, so you can check it out.

Signing off.