Like hell she will.

I let out a disbelieving chuckle, shaking my head. Midna laid out in the air, resting her arms in the air and placing her chin on her hands. "You have GOT to be kidding me," I told her. She rolled onto her back.

"Nope. Can't go home. So..." she began when I put up a hand, stopping her. "Not that part," I interrupted. "The part where you think you're going to just take my house from me. I don't mean to be harsh, but...uh...you're a little...well...little. I mean, the hair hand thing is pretty cool, but I really don't see how you're going to take anything from me."

Her grin finally faded. She stood up straight, trying to draw herself up. "Oh really?" She countered, eyes narrowed. "You think that, because you're taller, that I can't possibly deal with the likes of you?" Before I could respond, I found myself being grabbed by her hair and lifted up into the air. Her hair rotated around, causing me to hang upside down. Our noses were inches apart now. Midna's grin returned, though there was a bit more malice in it.

Her fingers...which I was somewhat alarmed to notice, are rather claw-like...traced around my cheek. "Still feeling so cheeky?" Okay, it may look like the imp had me in a bad position, but I was pretty sure I could handle her. Her comment gave me an idea. Well, that and my current position did. I kissed her. It was incredibly awkward since I kinda had to stretch to get in contact with her lips.

Regardless, the reaction was kinda what I was hoping for. Well, almost. I felt the grip of her hair loosen. The firm grip fading as her hair returned to the natural state of hair...which is to say, not at all capable of holding a person up. Closing my eyes, I prepared for an unpleasant landing and hoped I wouldn't hurt myself too bad. Rather than a painful crack onto the hardwood floor, however, I landed with a "whomph".

Blinking in confusion, I struggled to understand what had happened. I was laying on my back now, staring at the ceiling. My hand touched something silky...and warm. I recognized the texture as Midna's hair. "You okay?" I heard her ask. To my surprise, she sounded genuinely concerned. Enough to prompt me to answer immediately to the affirmative. "Then could you get off?"

Slightly disoriented, I got off the hair and turned around to see exactly what had happened. Midna's hair was coming out of my shadow. If I had to guess, Midna dove into my shadow and used her hair as a mattress to catch me. "Uh...thanks," I offered as the hair shrank back and Midna rose from the shadows again. Her cheeks were a shade of bright blue against her bluish grey skin. I could only assume she was blushing. I guess my kiss took her off guard.