#16: Such A Pretty Face-Hiei POV-Hiei/Kurama
"Fox," I sighed, "you're doing it again..." I stretched as he pulled himself away from the bathroom mirror, chewing nervously on his toothbrush. He was wearing pajamas, black; something that wouldn't show blood.
"Are you still having nightmares?" I tried to be casual, flipping through a horror novel and finding the place I'd stopped before, "Because we can ask Genkai-"
"I don't need help!" he sneered, brushing his hair roughly, tucking it into a tight ponytail, "I do not need anyone telling me what I already know. He is dead. I killed him...and he's dead..."
I gently took the brush from his fist, stroking his palms with my calloused fingertips, "but everytime you look at yourself...you see a human face...something so many wish to destroy."
He sighed, kissing my fingers, caressing the bandages, "I was once one of the most successful and feared thieves..." he hissed, biting me, tasting my blood, "and now all they see is prey to kill, a pretty face...have I become so weak, love?"
"Fox," I shook my head, smiling, "Letting them underestimate you is a new strength. Let them think you merely pretty and weak. And drain their blood as you always have. Your shell does not make you any less of a threat." I leaned in, inhaled the scent of Makai herbs and old blood.
I hate the ending! Ugh