I thought maybe just maybe when I walked away feeling miserable about myself that he would leave me to my misery. He is far more persistent than that, he did give me a moment to calm down though. Only a moment later though:
"What am I even doing here playing counselor to a human girl!" He was in my face now eyes charged ablaze with either fury or something undefined. I couldn't help but smile somewhat despite his ire.
"Eh, mysterious powers that be?" I shrugged trying to take his aggression in stride and achieve my new goal.
"Pfft!" He stared me down trying to intimidate, and being mostly successful except that I genuinely had no idea! I sidestepped him wanting to go make a pickle and peanut butter sandwich, but he just stood there in front of me as if I hadn't ever moved. Damn he's fast.
"What! I'm just going to the kitchen to find food?" His gaze alone pinning me to the spot.
"Look you're here, I don't exactly hate it, but if you do hate it here then you're always free to go." I pointed to the door behind me and turned back around to head to the kitchen. I wanted him to stay of course, but I wasn't going to beg him to stay. Now if he did decide to stay I wouldn't stop him either.
You'd probably think I'd be worried about him causing me harm, but given my current state of bun in oven syndrome I doubt that's going to be an issue. I know he's better than to stoop to hurting a woman and her defenseless unborn. He might have an undefined honor system, but that one kind of goes without saying. He doesn't seek to hurt those who don't attack him and are weak to boot. From what I've seen he's at peace with himself, but I know I do have a way of annoying people without really intending it.
Anyway pickles and peanut butter between soft white bread... Mmm... I was startled out of my daze when Hiei spoke next, "You're drooling, are you thinking about food or something else?"
"Food." I muttered facing the floor.
"I see. You should eat something besides pickles." I scowled at his true but irritating statement.
"Yeah well you try dealing with my mood swings, fatigue, and painful hips! Have your hips ever hurt so bad you thought you'd dislocate one of them any second with one wrong move?" His scowl was all the answer I'd need.
"You know I'm right." Now it was my turn to frown.
"So?" I retort childishly.
"Whatever, it's not like you care about your unborn's nutrition."
"Fry in a Field of pattycakes!" I wander off looking like a frazzled frizzy headed penguin.
Wait no, not an author's note...
Just a little shout out to an anonymous reviewer, thank you because I need to dig that flow chart out... No seriously I have a flow chart and everything... I just lost my feels for that story...
Raised eyebrows at who ever Ifrit is? Reviewing is meant for constructive criticism, but I don't see it there... perhaps clarification is needed? If my writing offends you too bad I write because it soothes me. However, if you honestly think I lack respect for the unknown or such complexities you're mistaken. This is written with jovial intent not to smear but amuse.
killerashrose, and Snowy Princess get shout outs as well because they cheered me up and stuff.