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Jun. 8th, 2008 01:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaThe problem with Otoya, for Jirou at least, was the fact that the man just did not smell like food.
Yuri, occasionally, smelled like food. Yuri would be a delicious meal, a soul ripe and succulent, her flesh tearing easily beneath Garuru’s teeth if he needed to. Yuri would be so surprised by his transformation, Wolfen not Fangaia but Yuri wouldn’t know enough to distinguish it, that she wouldn’t even put up a fight. Or maybe Yuri would, fighting Garuru so he had to pin her to the wall before he ripped her soul out. Yuri would probably taste sweet though and not like the bitter coffee taste Garuru preferred.
Otoya never smelled like food, and he certainly never smelled like fine coffee. Otoya stunk of his violin. There was a constant lingering scent of wood to Otoya, wood and bow resin, a faint whiff of pine trees. Otoya occasionally smelled like flowers; lavender, once, roses, another time. Otoya always smelled like sunlight as if the darkness could never touch him.
It would have been easier if Otoya smelled like food. If Otoya smelled delicious Jirou would have eaten him without a second thought. Then there would be no more Otoya to steal IXA, or to attempt to steal Yuri. No more overly friendly Otoya resting his hands on Jirou’s shoulders, or waving around his thrice damned violin.
It was a shame Otoya wasn’t a girl though, he’d have made a fine mate.
Otoya never smelled like food, and he certainly never smelled like fine coffee. Otoya stunk of his violin. There was a constant lingering scent of wood to Otoya, wood and bow resin, a faint whiff of pine trees. Otoya occasionally smelled like flowers; lavender, once, roses, another time. Otoya always smelled like sunlight as if the darkness could never touch him.
It would have been easier if Otoya smelled like food. If Otoya smelled delicious Jirou would have eaten him without a second thought. Then there would be no more Otoya to steal IXA, or to attempt to steal Yuri. No more overly friendly Otoya resting his hands on Jirou’s shoulders, or waving around his thrice damned violin.
It was a shame Otoya wasn’t a girl though, he’d have made a fine mate.
