Disclaimer: I do not own Inuyasha.
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He could still remember the first time he had ever been kissed. To that day, whenever it was mentioned about first kisses, his cheeks would turn bright red, and he would storm off. It was especially worse when his friends asked.
It had been a fumbling experience but intriguing at the same time. His companion's lips had been warm and inviting, addicting as well. Nothing like how he had felt his lips to be, and he had to admit he had liked the feel of someone else's mouth touching his. No one had been able to kiss like that.
The thought of that first encounter had often carried him through when he had been a wandering soul. Someday, he would return to his uncle's court and continue where that first kiss had left off. Someday.