Here is Shisui for winter winds and Natsumi Tsuchi-Ookami! Thank you everyone for your Reviews, Favorites, and Alerts; you are all too generous.
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iv — tender
"Shisui… this is a little sudden, don't you think?" Kagome blinked obtusely at the bouquet of flowers hovering under her nose.
"Really? I think they're perfect for the occasion."
"Occasion?" She switched her gaze up to the young man with dark curly hair, perplexed.
He clucked his tongue in concern. "You poor thing, you've been overworking yourself again haven't you?"
"Maybe a bit," she admitted sheepishly, raising a hand to scratch the side of her head. "There's just been so many orders coming in to the store lately and—"
"Oh, before I forget—your second gift."
Kagome didn't know what to think or do other than stop breathing when she saw his face nearing hers, and when he swiftly pecked her lips with his, using that accursed ninja speed of his.
Pulling a meager few inches away, Shisui stared into her dazed eyes and breathed, "Happy birthday, Kagome…"
A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.
—Cyrano de Bergerac
Author's Note: Got requests? Feel free to send me a shitload of them so I can have more prompts to practice with. Any character(s), any theme; romance, friendship, tragedy, whatever!