Author's Note: After being away for so long, I am back! I made a friend in college who is a very talented writer and is as equally excited as me about fanfics. I'm trying to not let perfectionism get the best of me. We dared each other to write a fanfic in 15 minutes, so enjoy!
Kurama's garden was a mystery. It was the neighborhood's pride and joy. Gardeners would pass by it, eyeing the flowering magnolias with envy. People from all around would ooh and ahh at the ruby radishes, the deep forest green leeks, the aromatic poppies.
Most alluring, though, were his roses. Bright red, they seemed to glow against the green leaves. Their cloying perfume could be smelled from miles. They were gorgeous, dripping in thorns and tipped with velvet softness. The petals budding, curling, unfurling, like they held secrets.
"What is your secret?" People would ask over glasses of lemonade, peering up at the gardener, gathering in close to catch what may slip from his lips.
Kurama gave a sharp smile. "They're not a native species."
And the rose petals deepened scarlet, as red as the blood that sated their roots.