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A/n: Yet another 100 word fic from me. Haven't you grown tired of it?

Too bad!

This one is a request from BelleDayNight...an author whom I highly admire for her trail-blazing Aoshi/Kaoru fic particularly.

Many thanks to Sueb262 for looking it over, encouraging me and basically writing my summary for me. Thanks sue!

This is also, coincidentally, my 20th fanfic... ever. Quite a milestone, so I hope you enjoy!

The Art of Giving

“Aoshi?”

Fresh. Green. A delicate scent in the air, so different from the harsh smells of blood and metal I am accustomed to.

Flowers. Pure, simple, pretty. Weak, feeble stems snapping with ease.

“Isn’t this what you wanted?”

Her innocence astounds me. She knows nothing of these spirits that haunt me, knows not what they deserve. In such a barren world, the only flowers I could give were the crazed triumphs of an ogre who wanted strength.

And she offers flowers to this ogre.

My hand cups hers and gently takes the sweet-smelling blossom.

“Yes. This is what I wanted.”

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