My pulse quickened but for a completely different reason. I watched the maid lean seductively forward, her eyes focused solely on Miroku.
"Houshi sama"? She said in a sing songy voice as his eyes flickered open.
I wish I had been the one whom spoke to him, at least his eyes would be on me rather than the stunning girl before him.
"Is there anything else you will be requiring for the night"? She said coyly as her eyes flashed to me.
Something sinister awoke in me. An unknown force began controlling my mind, making me want to walk toward her and break her jaw. I shut my eyes tightly forcing the dark thoughts away.
I don't know why I should care. It's not as if jealousy would change anything. At the end of the day she was prettier than me, and I believe Miroku would much rather spend his time with her than me. I shook my head, looking to Shippo whom I almost forgot was in the room.
He was laying on his side, obviously losing the fight against his fatigue. His thumb hung under his top lip as he breathed softly. I strained to ignore what was happening in the opposite side of the room, yet part of my mind kept my ear tuned in to hear Miroku's response.
"No. I think we will be fine for tonight". He said smoothly, his voice laced with that velvety octone that made my heart flutter.
The girl frowned for a moment but quickly composed herself once more.
"Oh. And what of the sutras? Will they hold? The other maids are terribly afraid".
"And you are not"? Miroku said cocking a brow as he smirked sideways at her.
Dammit! I wish I could escape the room without being noticed. It's not as if my absence would be noticed. Miroku was clearly occupied at the moment. I squeezed my eyes shut again as I tried to force the conversation from my mind.
"Oh no". She said brightly. "I know I am safe with you here".
I opened my eyes slowly, I could almost feel my heart sinking into my gut. Wrapping my hands around Kirara's belly, I set her carefully on the ground as I awaited Miroku's clever remark.
Miroku didn't seem to respond to her, only smirked confidently.
I shook my head, fiercely rising to my feet. I couldn't stomach this conversation any longer. I walked swiftly toward the door, brushing past the girl without a word.
I could feel Miroku's eyes on my back but I felt no need to look back. I kept my eyes trained forward, my hands closing into fists as my bare feet swept across the wood floors. My eyes began burning as I floated around the corner, my hair whipping over my shoulder. I had no concept as to where I was going, I just wanted to be as far from that pervert and his whore maid as I could get.
My anger festered inside of me, boiling my blood and heating my cheeks. How could he flirt with that girl right in front of me?! How can he entertain her witless banter?! He was such a thoughtless pig!
I looked through hazy eyes to a dead end in the hall. I thudded my heel against the ground as I stopped.
There was only one way left to go, and I did not want to go back to that room. I closed my eyes tightly as my mind throbbed inside my skull.
After the anger subsided, I was overwhelmed with sadness.
I was so thoughtless. So stupid. I held him to such a hard regard in our time together yet at the end of the day he was still a letcher. As soon as another female was near he reverted back to his old ways.
All the conversations we'd had in private, all a rouse. He was nothing more that a man, one whom played on my heart strings like the most accomplished musician.
I stiffened as something approached me from behind. Ready to turn around and swing, I clenched my fists tightly.
It better not be that damn monk! Coming here to lay on some lengthy appology. As the thought passed through my mind, a tear escaped over my bottom lid moving carefully down my cheek.
"Sango"? The voice was deep, masculine, sharp. Inuyasha..
I raised my hand cautiously to my cheek, wiping every trace of the tear away as I turned to face his gleaming amber eyes.
