Yep, 10whores challenge again. Prompt #2 Look to the Sky. I wrote this, then realised I hadn't put in anything even vaguely related to the prompt so I had to change it lol .idiot
"Are you alright, Miaka?" Mitsukake asked. Miaka jumped and looked around to see the quiet celestial warrior standing behind her.
"I'm fine, just got a bit of a headache, that's all," she said in a falsely cheery voice. Mitsukake raised his eyebrows but said nothing; he sat down next to her, pulled his shoes off and dangled his feet into the crystal-clear stream of water emerging from a spring high up in the mountain.
"Would you like me to heal it?" he asked. Miaka shook her head.
"No, really, I'm fine," she said, but winced as her head throbbed again. Mitsukake sighed and reached out to touch the sides of her head. Miaka breathed out heavily in relief as the ache died away and closed her eyes.
"What's been worrying you?" Mitsukake asked. Miaka's eyes shot open and she avoided his gaze.
"Nothing much, just stuff," she said casually.
"What sort of stuff?" he queried. Miaka shrugged.
"Just… you know, girl stuff," she said. It was the female failsafe excuse. Men never questioned further. Mitsukake relented and didn't pursue the subject further.
They sat there for a while, watching the moon drift slowly across the sky. Miaka noticed Mitsukake watching her contemplatively a few times, presumably wondering why she wasn't whinging as most females do when experiencing 'girl stuff' – Miaka knew full well that at that time of the month she changed from starry-eyed to uber-bitch – and also looking as if he might question her.
"I must go and find Tama," he said as a water rat emerged from behind a rock and swam upstream. Miaka made a mental note to feed the small cat a large fish next time she could get hold of one. She really didn't want Mitsukake to know why she was stressed. However nice he was, he'd surely laugh at her.
Mitsukake took her head in his hands again. Moving so close to her that if Miaka had kept breathing they would have shared air, he said quietly, "By the way, I don't believe you."
Before Miaka had time to consider that statement, she was being thoroughly kissed. Then before she could get her mind together – not that she tried to pull her attention from the man whose lips were working magic against hers – he was gone.
Miaka stared after him, unconsciously touching her lips. Then she suddenly blushed bright red. She hadn't meant to let him know she fancied him…