Apple
Kagome studied Inuyasha's fire rat robe as they sat around a campfire. It wasn't, she decided, the color of flames. Fire was orange and gold, sometimes with white or blue mixed in. Fire wasn't really red.
It wasn't the bold, shiny red of fire trucks. It wasn't really the deep, succulent red of fresh picked cherries either. It was somehow richer than either of these colors.
Inuyasha finally noticed her staring. "Oi, wench, what are you looking at?"
Kagome smiled as the right color finally came to her. "Apples," she said. "Russet apples."
Inuyasha looked confused, but Kagome only smiled.