A/N: This was fun to write. My biggest criticism with it is that, if the metaphors escape the reader, then this turns into a generic story and could have character swap-outs...which I hate. I mean, I'm writing for a specific fandom; why in God's name would I write a story that could act as a template? Oh well, hopefully some people get it. Probably not through. Probably just me. Sigh, I hate my mind...Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I, GodOfFlame101 under the alias of Damien, do not own any copyrights, Trademarks or affiliates of the Anime/Manga InuYasha. I receive no revenue from this story and this story may be distributed or revoked by the will of the producers of said Anime/Manga without myself seeing so much as a penny.

Ice-Cream

It always began the same way, the epoch did, and surprisingly, the companions were always shocked by this. To be fair, ironic blindness is a part of the human condition; so long as humanity rests within a person's soul, they will always be mystified by the obvious. He too was captivated by the series of actions, amazed at the phenomena occurring before him, a gentle groan rupturing from his throat as he remained idle. His amber eyes reflected the behavior of the girl as she opened the strange cylinder, her eyes colliding – softly and hungrily – with the contents within.

Kagome let the solid substance taste the free air, watching as it exhaled pained breaths, struggling against the new reality before it. Dainty fingers slipped against it, a calming touch seeking to warm the substance, dragging the flavored dew away and marking the start of its journey. Hardness was always the first obstacle to overcome. The only way to counter its seemingly callous and icily indifferent nature was to be its equal; the only way to fight resilience was to become resilient, to become stubborn to the other's stubbornness. This was the only way to begin and it is that beginning, some would say, that the true magic would happen; the shallow layer of frost, once exposed, would melt away and allow the most gentle of prodding to commence. Lifting those fingers to her mouth, Kagome gently let her tongue lift the now sticky substance away, swerving her other hand to bring the silver tool closer to the tub.

Of course, the most difficult part is trying to actually chip away at the hardness, to convince it of the joys that come from opening itself to the world and the happiness received from giving itself to others. The young girl, slowly, bore into the substance, stopping periodically to allow the deeper crevices to adjust to the new truths of the world before them; she allowed it to take time to warm up, not attempting to force more than the tub was willing to give. This did not stop Kagome from sneaking occasional tastes, gently licking small pieces – pieces that had succumbed to her prodding – of frozen cream off of her spoon, nipping at the tip and delicately gliding the substance into her mouth.

There's a lingering moment of euphoria when one get's to the "heart" of the matter, a peaceful feeling as the ability to gather what the "heart" wants without resistance. Kagome smiled as the cream came out more naturally now, no longer frozen or indifferent to her beckoning but accepting to her needs, the desire for her stimulation evident in her chocolate orbs. Waiting to finally get it into the cone, to raise it to her mouth in victory, had taken longer than forever; her growing need for the taste and comfort it provided stretching the moments between seconds to unbearable lengths…but it had been worth it. The completion she felt, the moment the two became locked into a single entity had been worth the wait, had been worth the initial struggle and gentle prodding.

Inuyasha exhaled a jagged breath as he watched Kagome begin her assault on the ice-cream cone, her head bobbing slightly with every new nibble. She tilted her head toward him at his sigh, smiling gently over the chocolate ice-cream that had begun to smear her lips. Immediately, she understood what he was getting at, his mannerisms becoming all too clear anymore.

"Want some?" She asked coyly, moving the cone away from her mouth, her implications shining brightly.

The Inu-hanyou let out a slight chuckle, lips curling into the semblance of a grin, as he moved toward her, neck-hairs standing on end in anticipation. Gently capturing her lips, Inuyasha allowed himself the pleasure of tasting the sweet substance gliding on her tongue, admiring the conflicting pallet between the two of them – sugar, milk, longing, love – that assembled into something blissfully perfect.

"Aww!" Miroku groaned from behind them.

Inuyasha flipped him off.

End-Notes: Questions, comments, concerns? Regardless, Purple-Prose me is finally back after a long hiatus. I'm so happy – hopefully it won't fall on its face like my other oneshots (see 'Shedding Tears' which was absolutely atrocious five minutes ago).