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Since when she summoned him to the kingdom of Asrk, Commander Anna has always been at the Summoner' side, reaching the Five Star rank way before the royal siblings. Despite this, the commander couldn't deny the fact that the summoner, for a better lack of words, was an asshole.
She already picked up on this fact when, after being summoned and helped her out (showing that despite everything, he is a great tactician), he waved the empty bottle he had with him since he was brough here and asked one simple question with a tipsy tone.
"You got drinks around here?"
At first, Anna simply deduced she probably called him in this world while he was celebrating, but soon she discovered that it was more likely to see Princess Veronica smiling rather than Kiran sober. Worst thing of all was the fact that despite chugging tons of liquor every day, Kiran always managed to have his mind lucid enough to make up winning strategies against their foes.
Her impression of him didn't get better when she first introduced him into the Hall of Heroes, at that time still empty of the ornaments and banners that will eventually decorate it.
"You live like this?" he asked puzzled, almost offended of taking part of an order who lived in such spartan conditions.
And that was the start of their constant arguments. If Anna was rather obsessed with money and the need to gain more of it, Kiran was the exact opposite, willing to spend every single cent he had to accommodate even the least necessary of needs. Anna, in the end, had until that point been condescending of Kiran's expensive mannerisms, since it ultimately benefited the entire Order, from the upgrades of the castles to the expansions of the ranks.
But when one day Kiran entered her room with a bag full of orbs, she knew trouble was on the horizon.
"What are these?" asked the redhead confused.
"110 orbs" said the Summoner, strangely sounding sober than usual. "We need a bar."
"A bar." she said with a flat voice, her eyebrow rising up.
"A bar." he repeated imitating her flat tone.
"You can't have a bar." she replied, leaning down her head to face the papers she was working on her desk.
"What do you mean I can't have a bar." he said, his voice betraying a hint of irritation. Anna felt frustration building inside her. He was such a hothead sometimes.
"It means you can't have a bar. Have you already started drinking this early in the day or have you just become deaf?" she asked rhetorically.
"Maybe." he replied not understanding. "But that's beside the point--"
"That's exactly the point, Kiran. Your drunk ass wouldn't move an inch if you had a place where you can refill every time you finish your flask." she said rising up her head again to look at him.
"It's not only for me, ya know." He said pulling out his beloved flask and taking a sip. "It's for the Order. Have a place to relax. To drink. Mostly drink." he said losing his train of thoughts.
"Look, I was ok with decorating the Hall. I was ok with expanding the headquarters so we could welcome more troops." Anna's started to lose her calm. She wanted to call out the Summoner and his behavior once and for all for his own good. "Which, by the way, ended up being mostly Bartres and Firs!"
"Ain't my fault if the summoning stone likes to reunite families." he said with his arms crossed.
"I was okay with sending you to explore that cave which you promised me had a treasure at the end of it, which, by the way, was actually a damn hot spring."
"IT WAS GLOWING! WHAT HOT SPRING DOES THAT?" he raised his volume of voice as he tried to defend himself.
" What I will not be okay with is realizing your wet dream of having your personal heaven while squandering my mone-- I mean, the Order's funds!" she said, rising up from her chair.
"Damn it woman!" he said with an almost comedic tone, slamming his hands on her desk. "What's with you and your obsession with money?! Jesus Christ, you're like the embodiment of the capitalism despite you being red." he exclaimed.
"What?!" Anna said confused more than ever.
"A thing of my world, ignore it." he shrugged it off. "My point remains still! Can't you see that it's futile to have all that money if we don't invest it?!" he leaned closer to her. Anna did the same. "Aw yeah? Like what?" she asked almost headbutting him. "Like the glass roof you insisted of having in the hallway?" she continued.
"Oh you know why we built it that way." cut shortly the summoner, not wanting to shift the discussion into a fourth-breaking wall argument.
"Then what else?" she started again, pressing her forehead harder against his, their eyes staring at each other.
"Like, perhaps, the mannequins that you keep insisting on recycling in the training fields!"
"What's wrong with them?" she inquired.
"Have seen how they look?! They're basically a stick with a pot on their head. One swing from my grandma will be capable of breaking it! At least give them a sack of flour as torso!"
"We need flour for the rations! Just yesterday Celica came to me to ask me if we could purchase more bags of flour for the dining hall."
"You can't trust Celica with that! She thinks simple flour is more than enough for a meal. Hell, she fed her men with flour in Valentia!"
"Doesn't change the fact that those mannequins are still usable!" she replied.
"Keep going like that and they might as well change them with a stick with my robes, which by the way, despite your talk of how I spent so much money for everything, I always treat it with great care and never actually bought another pair!" Kiran exclaimed.
"And why is so?" Anna replied with anger.
"Because you gave it to me of course!" yelled Kiran, equally angered.
Silent fell after this statement, as the two of them realized what they just said. They also noted that they were so close to each other, their noses almost touching, that they could feel the breath of the other on their skin. The argument left them breathless, and they were forced to make heavy breaths.
It was Anna who acted first, pulling him towards and kissing Kiran on the lips. The summoner, although briefly shocked, immediately returned it, their tongues entering's each other's mouths. Disregarding what was on the table, the couple mounted on the desk, Anna laying on her back as her arms warped around the summoner's neck under his hood while their makeout grew in intensity.
"This is wrong." Anna said crawling her fingers through Kiran's hair.
"Totally." concorded the summoner as he leaned to kiss her again.
They broke the kiss at the same moment for the same action: Kiran for reaching and unzipping his pants, Anna for slipping her hands under her skirt to remove her panties. However, a knock on the door startled them.
Saizo entered the room after knocking, his head peeking through the door.
"Commander Anna? I have the report you asked. Oh, good morning, Summoner." he said entering the room. Kiran was sitting on the chair behind the desk, writing on some papers without rising his head as Anna sat on the desk, legs crossed.
"Thank you, Saizo. You can leave it there." she pointed the desk nearby the ninja.
"Of..of course." said Saizo, stammering for a second as if he saw a candy.
Saizo left the report and stood by the door, his face looking at the ground. Even without raising his head, the summoner knew the ninja was blushing. Anna tilted her head puzzled.
"Is anything wrong?" she asked.
"NO!" he said extremely embarrassed, his face red. Upon realizing he just yelled, he became even redder. "I--I will go now." he said without adding anything. In mere seconds the door was closed and the ninja was gone.
Anna brought her hand to cover her mouth.
"You think he knows?" she asked Kiran.
"Definitely." he responded.
"How can you tell?" she asked betraying some concern.
"Well, for one thing, I'm sitting in your chair, in your room. But the greatest giveaway..." the summoner pointed with his pen towards Anna's hand.
The commander realized with shock that under her palm visibly peeked her red panties, in sharp contrast with the dark brown of her desk. She blushed so hard it almost became the same color of her hair.
"Aww, gods" she said, laying her back on the desk, her upside down face now looking at Kiran.
"I need a drink." the redhead said.
Kiran offered her his flask. The commander took a long sip while still having her head upside down.
"So, can I have that bar?" Summoner finally asked.
"Yeah, why not." said Anna, her will to live almost below the sea floor. "Just promise me you won't get too much drunk, alright?" she asked him.
"I would like to get that drunk only with you if I'm honest." he said seriously, his look unfocused on her face as he curled around his finger a chunk of her hair.
Upon hearing this the commander smiled, and rose up to her knees on the desk, turning to face the summoner. Her legs now dangling from the desk touched Kiran's. The summoner lifted up his head to see the commander smiling.
"Well, since word will probably spread soon enough, might as well continue from where we stopped, don't you think?" she said, leaning forward to face him.
"I guess so." simply replied the summoner.
"I'll need a drink after this" though Kiran as Anna pulled him in for a kiss grabbing him by his hood.
Some days after, the bar was built. The summoner named it "Lovely Red". Nobody could guess why. Saizo never said what he saw that day, but he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable whenever nearby the commander or the tactician from then on.