God I feel sick, it's at times like this when I wish I just could've stayed away from the entire shikon scandal. I stood up, mud clinging to my clothes, caking into my shoes. It was pitch dark, I couldn't see a thing except for stars floating above the treetops. Maybe this is what the void is like, I don't want to find out the hard way.
It all started when Sango was slapping me, no, damnit, I need to be more specific. She was slapping me on the right cheek, a bit of a rarity, but I doubt anyone notices but me. No matter how many times she does it, it always hurts, not so much physically, but more spiritually and emotionally, if you catch my drift. So, there I was, cradling my face, my hair on end. "You didn't have to do that, you know"
"You had it coming"
"You're just afraid, that's what you are, afraid of commitment-"
At this point, I realized my mistake, a bit too late, as she had already slapped my other cheek, placing symmectrical hand marks on my face. Sango turned to look at Kagome.
"Why don't you follow her around? She's so much more..." She shivvered "...Receptive than me, I mean look at her! She certainly needs a lesson in modesty..." She blushed and brushed her hair out of her face, sipping her tea.
"Well, you're right..." I mumbled "Either her legs are getting longer or her skirt is getting shorter..." I gazed into her eyes, smirking. "But Inu-Yasha would kill me, he's always saying he can go on without her, but he's really just kidding himself..." I sighed and laid back next to her, I put my hand on her shoulder. Luckily enough, she tolerated it, and I just say there and closed my eyes, in extacy.
I remember having a dream, there was this old man that came up to me and told me something along the lines of "Love and libido are inversely proportional" or something along those lines, then I woke up, stupid old men, ruining my dreams. I also once had a dream that I was a taiko virtuoso, dreams are lies, very delibrate lies.
The only thing I love more than girls is, you know, uh... Testing my boundaries with girls, so, of course, Sango is no exception to the rule. So I laid my head on her shoulder, sighing deeply, and I move my hand to caress her hair.
Before I can open my eyes steel's pressed against my throat and she's growling.
"Hands off of me, you letch, the only kiss you'll be recieving from me is one of pain"
It was a simple phrase, but it hurt my heart more than that knife ever could've. She released the blade from my throat and I fell in the opposite direction of her and laid down on a patch of grass, my eyes shut tight. "I'm sorry, Sango-chan"
"And stop calling me that, I'm not a little girl like you, I've seen how you look at Inuyasha"
I could feel my face burning with shame as a bright crimson spread across my cheeks.
Sango stood up, without a word, and walked to Kagome, they began talking, but I don't even care anymore.