Disclaimer: Me own not.
Author's Note: Hey, hey! Just an insanely short, to the point fic about Inu- Yasha and Kagome. ^_^ Sweet, fluffy, dentists appointments are scheduled for six. ^_~ ::laughs::
Enjoy- and please R&R!
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~Vanilla Sugar~
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Vanilla.
Vanilla sugar, to be precise.
Yes, I've only ever had one real weakness.
The overwhelmingly warm scent of floral vanilla- with just a touch of sweet sugar.
Forget all the oni-
And the rivals-
And the spells-
And the swords-
And the threats-
And the curses.
My only real enemy has been that smell. And, perhaps, the tears- which mix in with the vanilla and sugar to create a salty mess.
But still- forsake whatever you've been told or whatever you've assumed. This whole time-
All along-
That innocent, pure scent- that and that alone has caused my inner wars, my outer wars- and all wars in between. All because of her- her and her smell.
That kindness. . . that cheerfulness. . . that sugary-goodness that I so desperately craved and so adamantly refuse to allow myself to take.
I want to. . . oh, how I want to! To caress her delicious pink lips with my own. . . to feel that silky smooth skin beneath my callused fingers. . . to drown in the sweetness that is her aura.
And. . .
No matter what I did. . .
No matter how I tried to hide. . .
Her personality- her smile- her scent of vanilla and sugar- - - they would find me. She would find me. She would find my need. And no matter how my conscious tried to fend her off- fight her back- she always won. She always managed to lift me and my dark moods up- up higher than the clouds, the moon, the sun, the stars- - - !
She makes me so happy. . .
And I hate it.
I hate her for it.
I don't deserve such happiness.
I know that.
And she knows that.
But she tells me it isn't true- insists- as she wraps her warm arms around me- that I can be too foolish for my own good.
I don't want to admit she's right.
The inner/outer/in between wars start again. . .
The cycle continues.
But. . . Every time that tickling, teasing scent intoxicates my senses I can't help but feel it. . .
I can't stop the love.
And that love presents a weakness.
A weakness I cannot possess.
So. . .
All in all. . .
I've only ever had one, true 'Achilles' heel'.
The smell of vanilla sugar.
. . .
But. . .
Then again. . .
I've only ever had one, true strength, as well.
And that. . .
Is the smell of vanilla sugar.
That is Kagome.
Author's Note: Hey, hey! Just an insanely short, to the point fic about Inu- Yasha and Kagome. ^_^ Sweet, fluffy, dentists appointments are scheduled for six. ^_~ ::laughs::
Enjoy- and please R&R!
~*~
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~Vanilla Sugar~
*
*
*
Vanilla.
Vanilla sugar, to be precise.
Yes, I've only ever had one real weakness.
The overwhelmingly warm scent of floral vanilla- with just a touch of sweet sugar.
Forget all the oni-
And the rivals-
And the spells-
And the swords-
And the threats-
And the curses.
My only real enemy has been that smell. And, perhaps, the tears- which mix in with the vanilla and sugar to create a salty mess.
But still- forsake whatever you've been told or whatever you've assumed. This whole time-
All along-
That innocent, pure scent- that and that alone has caused my inner wars, my outer wars- and all wars in between. All because of her- her and her smell.
That kindness. . . that cheerfulness. . . that sugary-goodness that I so desperately craved and so adamantly refuse to allow myself to take.
I want to. . . oh, how I want to! To caress her delicious pink lips with my own. . . to feel that silky smooth skin beneath my callused fingers. . . to drown in the sweetness that is her aura.
And. . .
No matter what I did. . .
No matter how I tried to hide. . .
Her personality- her smile- her scent of vanilla and sugar- - - they would find me. She would find me. She would find my need. And no matter how my conscious tried to fend her off- fight her back- she always won. She always managed to lift me and my dark moods up- up higher than the clouds, the moon, the sun, the stars- - - !
She makes me so happy. . .
And I hate it.
I hate her for it.
I don't deserve such happiness.
I know that.
And she knows that.
But she tells me it isn't true- insists- as she wraps her warm arms around me- that I can be too foolish for my own good.
I don't want to admit she's right.
The inner/outer/in between wars start again. . .
The cycle continues.
But. . . Every time that tickling, teasing scent intoxicates my senses I can't help but feel it. . .
I can't stop the love.
And that love presents a weakness.
A weakness I cannot possess.
So. . .
All in all. . .
I've only ever had one, true 'Achilles' heel'.
The smell of vanilla sugar.
. . .
But. . .
Then again. . .
I've only ever had one, true strength, as well.
And that. . .
Is the smell of vanilla sugar.
That is Kagome.