Diclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho
Warning: H/B
Other: Doubledrabble (200 words); you know those happy feelings? They kinda left the building. We've hit the "dark" side, folks.
Addiction
She had picked up souls of drug-addicts, of alcoholics, of people whose lives were so consumed by the need for something that they were pitifully pale, barely spirits at all, still moaning and wanting the thing that had become their life.
She had never paused to consider what would happen if she became addicted to something.
It started out like any other addiction; a first taste and then curiosity. She had seen him, and there she went.
She didn't even like being addicted to him, which was the confusing part. He was so interesting...so very fascinating...and so very not interested. He couldn't have made it more obvious, except maybe by outright rejecting her. Then again, she'd never given him the chance to.
It was uncomfortable, being addicted to her coworker. She couldn't look at him too much, couldn't seem to worry too much, couldn't go after him whenever he walked away from her. It wasn't fun, not at all.
And then came the other side of addiction. The daydreams. She almost hated them, but not quite. They were too...appealing.
She was addicted to him, and she knew it. But she wasn't quite sure...
She wasn't sure if it was love.