A/N: Written for impromptu DDN 1/1/11 (hee!) for the prompt Aries.
This is inspired by my father's blue Aries lighter ^.^
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Sesshoumaru flipped the lighter over in his hands. Having once lived in a time where being able to create fire wasn't as easy as a flick of the thumb, he developed a love for lighters of all shapes and sizes. He even had a bad habit of picking them up whenever someone put one down, and then putting it in his pocket. Some even called him a klepto. He preferred adopting abandoned lighters.
His attention returned to the blue lighter in his hand. He rather liked blue, but did he know that was an Aries?