Title: Hit Me
Rating: PG-13 (T)
Warnings: Dark. Mentions of abuse.
Character Focus: Written in Sango's POV.
Word Count: 256
He would never hit me, I thought, for he is a monk. A little rough around the edges, but a monk nonetheless.
And I never saw it coming. The constant shift in his expressions from light to dark should've be enough to warn me, but I let it only brush the hindmost fringes of my mind and fall away into a world of forget.
And I never saw it coming. The social barriers that he put up against me, the ascending strength of his used-to-be-playful obstinacy, the noticeable cruelty residing in his overlooking words and actions, and the way he ignored my scathing words when he flirted with other village women.
All of those should've been enough, an all-in-one warning package.
But I never saw it coming. I never saw his fist as it slammed into my cheek like a whip of white lightning and his lavender eyes as they burned a black so deep that anyone would've thought he was possessed.
No, I never saw it coming. Never saw the lies and pathetic excuses that would start stumbling out of my mouth every time my comrades saw my outer bruises and innocently overlooked my most inner ones. Never saw the sympathy that would start bleeding through Kagome-chan's eyes as she patched up my wounds and the smoldering glint in Inuyasha's own tawny orbs as he watched her hands work slowly, yet skillfully.
For he would never hit me, I thought, because he is a monk. A little rough around the edges, but a monk nonetheless.