It's that smell again.
That one I hate.
It's the smell of that damn Yuki—that damn Rat.
And he smells like one too.
Yuki smells like a rat—a rat that I want to kill.
And then I sigh.
Because that's not all he smells like.
Yuki smells like dirt and vegetables—leeks. I shudder. I hate leeks. And whatever laundry detergent Tohru uses on our clothes—he smells like that too.
I sigh again, staring up at the sky. I can't stay mad at anyone for long—not while there's at least some trace of her around.
Even the smell of the LAUNDRY DETERGENT that I know SHE uses calms me down.
It's ridiculous, really.
But I know I really don't hate Yuki as much as I used to. And I've stopped trying to fight him. (But I still hate leeks. Nothing could change that.)
Everyone thinks I don't know why.
It's because of her—because I know it hurts her when we fight. I don't want to hurt her. I don't want her to be hurt. I want her to be happy. Because I love her.
Everyone thinks I don't know that yet either.
But I do.
And I know that my loving her will only hurt her in the end.
But I can't help loving her all the same.
I think Yuki loves her too.
And I think Shigure might love her—but it's really impossible to know anything for sure about him. He's like a book—like the saying 'Don't judge a book by its cover.' Shigure's like that. On the outside, he may be smiling, but on the inside, he's probably up to something.
Something perverted, most likely.
It makes some sense though—because Shigure smells like ink and paper and (strangely enough) kind of like an overheated computer. I guess that's because he spends so much time typing. I know that all the manuscripts his editor has to beg him for are usually all done—he just likes to make her beg, I think.
Speaking of dogs, he smells like one too. 'Specially when he's wet.
Then, (since I'm thinking about smells anyway) there's her smell.
Tohru usually smells like sugar. And whatever she'd been cooking that day. And then there's the smell of her soap—which I know is Sweet Pea body wash.
Not that I've been snooping around in her bathroom or anything! I was just...in there once and I noticed it. That's all.
But there's something else that clings to her.
It took me a while to realize what it was. When I first met her, I smelled it, and it baffled me. She baffled me. (She still does, sometimes.)
But it was there all the same. It's hard to describe...kind of like the smell of baking cookies (the sugar kind) mixed in with the smell of sunshine, which is warm-like. And the way a forest smells after a really long thunderstorm, all clean and kind of fresh. It's all of that—the cookies and the warmth and the rain and all—mixed in with the smell of tears.
And that's the only part that makes sense, really, because Tohru cries so much I'm surprised she's not permanently damp. I mean, she breaks down at least twice a day! It's ridiculous. But I don't mind anymore. I'm used to it by now.
But I digress.
When I first met Tohru, when I first smelled that unique smell, even though I didn't know what it was, it attracted me. It was like catnip—I was addicted instantly. Now I know what it is.
It's the smell of kindness.
Tohru smells like kindness.
And I came to love that smell...
"Yuki-kun! Dinner is ready!" Tohru called out the door. I found myself irrationally hoping that she would come up here to call me in to dinner.
"Kyo-kun!" Tohru's head popped over the side of the roof and she smiled at me. "Dinnertime!"
I smiled back.
...just as I came to love her.
See? NOT technically fluff. No action. Wait...so does that mean no lemons/limes? What are lemons/limes? Don't tell me--I'll figure it out on my own! Eventually...
The way I see it, because Yuki and Kyo can turn into a rat and a cat, they have superior noses. Thus, they can smell. Oops...just gave you a preview for the next chapter! Yes, it's Yuki...No, I'm not telling you anymore than that.
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