Disclaimer: The characters of InuYasha are not mine; they are property of Rumiko Takahashi, Shogakukan, Yomiuri TV, Sunrise, and Viz. The following story is for entertainment and not profit.
Spring Flowers
Branches frosted pink
Fragrant buds of distraction
A Great One brought low
It was spring and he hated spring. It was bad for hunting, and not just because the animals were lean from their winter fast, or that they tended to keep close to their well protected dens; it was the flowers. He hated them. The fragrant buds did nothing but reek havoc with his superior senses. Their perfume would stick in his nose masking the scent of his prey. It was like being half blind.
And then there was the sound, the endless drone of insects drawn to them. It annoyed more than it hindered, but the constant annoyance had the tendency to become distracting. What was worse was the muffling effect the fallen petals tended to have on the footfalls of potential enemies, especially were they lay most thickly.
Another reason he preferred to avoid them was the disturbing power they seemed to have to disarm him, causing him to lower his guard when it should be on high alert.
Now that he thought of it 'she' was a lot like spring flowers: distracting, annoying, and disarming. With a growl, Sesshomaru turned from the cherry blossoms. These were not thoughts he was willing to indulge in, not now, preferably, not ever.