Distilled Fragrances Of Lovers And The Shades Of Coloration That Accompany Them

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'Petricor'

Petricor, petricor, petricor. Deafening rain hitting the ground in rhythmic pace, oh, the city smells of petricor. Thunder roars and lightning flashes like neon light in the darkened skies. Pale little feet twirl around in the mud, their owner getting soaked to the bone. The world resonates with the turmoil in the sky, silence is heard, the silence of rainy days and amidst this orchestra of sound and silence a little ruby twirls and spins at the beat of the storm.

'Slate'

Days like these don't lack color; they merely have a grim aura to them. The shades of graphite surround everything that gets to touch. Everything, but the rabbit dancing under the turmoil, and the mulberry man gazing at his figure from under a roof, delighted with the view.

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'Salt'

Sweat is salt, a salty substance formed by the body to cool itself down. If you lick it you can taste the fragments of salt in it twirling around your tongue. The little rabbit sweats when a certain plum crowned man pounds hard into him, eliciting moans, sighs, high pitch cries, and drops of salt, devoured hungrily by a glutton tongue of nicotine taste.

'Indigo'

Lusted indigo orbs rest upon the ceiling, seeing spots of white light that blur the sight, a heavy body rests on top of the rabbit, hindering his already heavy breathing. The night sky is clearing, tarnishing the clouds with tones of violet and indigo.

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'Citrus'

A bowl of tangerines decorates the center of a kotatsu table. Peel after peel, tangerine after tangerine, devoured by a hungry rabbit. The cold outside is kept at bay by the warmth of under the table; the television is nothing but white noise that falls upon deaf ears. A tangerine is too big; it splashes, filling the room with its scent. The samurai takes the rabbit's cheek and licks the trail of tangerine juice that goes down his chin, causing him to kiss the samurai in the lips. Now they both taste the citrus flavor of tangerines.

'Amber'

The afternoon clouds pulled by the chilly wind are tainted in amber, painting everything in vibrant orange tones, including a pair of silly lovebirds eating citrus' fruits between laughs and pecks of lips.

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'Fragrant'

It is easy to find the flowers of spring everywhere in the city and country this time of year, they're all over the place. A not so small rabbit roams the garden, getting the nicest flowers picked to decorate the house, placing them in jars filled with water.

'Blush'

Kisses and caresses are exchanged, sweet nothings whispered in ecstatic ears sprinkled in blushing colors, like the skin touched by warm fingers. Short breaths, sighs, singing birds, are the things picked flowers see and hear.

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'Gold'

The sun is gold; it gets everywhere, illuminating the world, heating without distinction everything that touches. Rabbits and samurais don't like the heat that much; their skins get bronzed and reddened. Still, they love the sun rays that throw vision to this planet.

'Watermelon'

It is most common to eat watermelon during summer, it is tradition. Families spent time together and eat around the table, surrounded by fans or air conditioners. Kamui and Shinsuke's family is no different. They gather around, and eat watermelon to their hearts content.

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A/N: In response to reviews:

Chapter 25:

Y: "AAAAA Yes! I heard aboit that too! Sobs hopefully we'd be able to get just a little reunion for sugi and kamui. Also this chapter made me really happy, god I love the whole gintama cast."

Let's cross our fingers for that little reunion. Yeah, I figured I should include more characters, using only Shinsuke and Kamui is kinda boring after a while.