'I don't care.'
The orchestra had stopped, the attendees were spooked, and… why was Miroku chasing a chicken? Clawed fingers clutched at the leather padding of the armchair.
'I don't care.'
"Things are well, my lord?" Of course, she had to rub it in his face. Appearing silently, as she always did, amber clashed with piercing blue as he fought down his surprise. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction.
"Fuck off, I don't need your help."
"Obviously," The sound of breaking porcelain reached them. He cringed, she didn't. Petulance wasn't tolerated here. She knew that; soon, he would too. "And your guests?" She ventured, surveying the damage.
'I don't care.'
Annoyed amber searched among the chaos. Sango was trying to calm down an elderly patron, Shippo was trying not to get squashed underfoot, and Miroku… was otherwise occupied. Damn that arrogant prick anyway, leaving him to clean up his mess.
"Fine." Reaching into his pocket, he reluctantly retrieved a ring. Amongst the portentous finery displayed that evening, it wasn't anything special. Crushed cobalt and white gold set in a modest, hexagonal design of his family's crest. The new lord forced the offensive ornament on his thumb without hesitation. The less he thought about it the better.
'I don't care.'
"Your orders?" Full lips curved into what he swore was a smug grin at his expense.
A snarl forced its way out of his throat. "Don't fuck with me, just do it."
She turned away. "As you wish."
A/N: I've been writing for a while now, but never really posted anything. So, since the misguided authors on my author's alert list haven't updated in awhile because they probably thing their Christmas specials will make up for it, I've decided to post a little something of my own.
Tell me if you like it and if I should continue this, k?
Happy Holidays!