Breath of Fire 3 Fanfic 1 Unorthodox Cliche

Oneshot.

They were fighting again. Sometimes, it seemed as if they were always fighting. It was just that he could never do anything right. And neither could she. They each always found something wrong with whatever the other one was doing. Whether it be in fixing machines, cracking jokes, or battling enemies, each was never good enough for the other’s approval.

He would always draw himself up, making his height seem even more impressive. She would throw her shoulders back to show she wasn’t intimidated. She would always plant her feet wide apart with her hands on her hips, making her stance seem even more stubborn. He would cross his arms and flick his tail to show he wasn’t worried about how long she could last.

When they really got enthusiastic her ears would start to twitch and his fur would begin to stand on end. They’d move closer to each other and get in each other’s face, yelling to try and prove their point by volume alone.

Most of their fights would cut off at this point, neither willing to back down, but unable to overrule the other. They would turn their backs to each other and stalk off as far away as possible. Then each would commence stewing until they calmed down enough to go about their own business again.

This whole scenario was a common occurrence.

But that time, the ending was a little different. They had reached the stage of ear-twitching/fur-standing-on-end, when instead of starting to yell himself, he decides to shut her up instead.

So he grabs hold of her upper arms, pulls her close, and kisses her quite thoroughly. When he finally lets go, she can only stand and stare with jaw slack and eyes wide.

Then she reaches out and pulls him back in.