She couldn't choose. For if she be made, she would decide neither. Their scents, both, were vastly opposite.. The first had a scent of sugar, something undeniably sweet, though it was a bit stale, most of the time.. The other's scent was spicy, darker. The taste leaving only one word to the imagination, and exploiting the entire pyramid of lies... Apples... I do not own DeathNote
Rated: M - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 5 - Words: 5,214 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 21 - Follows: 27 - Updated: 9/5/2017 - Published: 1/5/2016 - L, Light Y., OC