A/N: There really isn't that many Kyou/Kagura fics out there, so I decided to do something about it. The following are a few drabbles that connect with the LiveJournal community, 52Flavors, themes. They'll be done in order. Hopefully.


Crazy Little Thing
By Jleebean

1. Five shades of white.

The first time Kyou had given her a White Day present, Kagura had only been seven years old. They were playing out in the yard when Kagura gave a violent sneeze. Kyou handed her his handkerchief without a second thought, and Kagura had immediately squealed at the implications of his innocent gesture.

Kyou didn't have the heart to tell her the handkerchief was off-white.

The second time Kyou had given her a White Day present, Kagura had just finished executing a roundhouse kick to his side. Kyou had enough sense left in him to dodge, leaving Kagura with nothing to stop her momentum and she fell on her side, scraping her left arm across the dojo floor. She used so much force that the she actually managed to cut herself against the wood; there was a nasty gash running down her arm and she had bitten her lip in a desperate attempt to keep from crying. Ridden with guilt, Kyou tore a strip of his practice uniform to wrap it around her arm like a mock bandage. She'd brightened up immediately and thanked him from the bottom of her heart.

Kyou didn't have the heart to tell her the uniform was eggshell.

The third time Kyou had given her a White Day present, Kagura had popped up for one of her surprise visits. Kyou had been in his room, pouring over a particularly tough math assignment, when she came barreling through his door. She'd managed to wrap herself around him before he even had time to turn around. Desperately, he'd grabbed the first thing he could get ahold of and threw it at her in an attempt to break free. The crumpled paper hit her square on her head and she'd stepped back, holding the paper in her hands like it was a bar of gold. She crushed three of his ribs in her hug of gratitude.

Kyou didn't have the heart to tell her the paper was cream.

The fourth time Kyou had given her a White Day present, Kagura had insisted on doing his laundry for him. He refused, of course, but he also had a major exam to study for the next day. Reluctantly, he handed over his laundry basket and had turned to go back into his room when he heard her scream. He whipped around to find her clutching one of his socks to her chest, tears of happiness welling in her eyes.

Kyou didn't have the heart to tell her the sock was beige.

The fifth time Kyou had given her a White Day present, Kagura was no where to be found. He tried her school, her apartment, even the Main House, but to no avail. It was two whole hours before he ever found her, in the last place he ever expected, on the edge of his roof. He joined her shortly afterward and they sat there in silence, watching the setting sun. After a moment, Kyou abruptly handed her a tiny flower, slightly crushed from his handling. It was a cherry blossom, freshly bloomed and as white as snow. He told her it was the whitest thing he could find, and that he hoped it was enough.

Kagura didn't have the heart to tell him the petals were slightly pink.