Note: Because I like the smell of oranges. Enjoy: )
Simplicity
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Dig. Rip. Tear off.
Ever since she was a child, Kagome delighted in oranges. She had always found them to be the sweetest of fruits, and found it most enjoyable to eat an especially plump slice for its squirting reaction.
Dig. Rip. Tear off.
When she became older, she still loved oranges above all other fruits, though not by ways of consumption. Kagome would bask in the tangy smell as she dug her thick fingernail into the untouched surface of the soon to be naked viand.
Dig. Rip. Tear off.
For a while, she could not even begin to guess why the scent was such an enjoyment to herself. She would walk past a fruit stand selling nothing but oranges with no effect, but when she pulled back that first abnormally shaped peel, she became overwhelmed with an unknown nostalgia.
Dig. Rip. Tear off.
Not until she had grown older and had married off with children, did she remember. The smell of oranges reminded her of someone. Of all people, the thick fragrance brought to her an image of Sesshoumaru. The first time they had ever come in to contact, intangible remains of the smooth peel hid underneath her nails and she remembered thinking of what a dreadful time for such a pleasant smell.
Dig. Rip. Tear off.
And when she finally tore off that last bit of the peel, she would sit back and just simply enjoy how light the heavy scent felt as it drowned her senses. She would break off the first slice smoothly and bite it in half, though cautiously so as not to leave the kitchen with an annoyance that stuck to the corners of her mouth. As she did so, she couldn't help, but feel comforted by a part of her past that had always unnerved her at the time of its occurrence.
She took another bite.