Jealousy (Xibalba and La Muerte)

"And this is the gem from a crown that belonged to the Aztec king, Montezuma!" exclaimed Mary Beth to the glass case that held a oval shaped ruby. Some of the children oohed and ahhed at the shiny gem while the rest, which were only two boys, scoffed in boredom. Their classmates shot them looks while Mary turned to them with a small smile.

"Can you show us something cool?" One of them asked, a boy with spiked hair that matched his spiked bracelet.

"Yeah like a…a…shrunken head!" His friend mentioned excitedly, having black hair over his eyes.
Mary let out a small laugh, putting a hand over her chest.

"A shrunken head is intersting…" She started slowly. "But I'm afraid that we don't have those here."

The two boys groaned, showing their discontent. Mary strides up to them and place her hands on her knees going eye level to them.

"While we don't have shrunken heads, we do have a mummified mummy in the egyption exhibit with his face exposed." She said.

"Whoa! Sick! Do you really?" The spiked hair boy asked jumping up and down.

"Why don't you follow me?" She winked, and turned away walking towards a hallway.

"Come along kids!" She called sweetly, the group of children followed quickly.
They followed their young tour guide to the end of the the exhibit to see a mummy in its tomb behind a protective glass case with an old hunched security guard bearing a flashlight to his side, adding extra protection.
He rolled his eyes as the children ran up to the red rope that separates them from the glass peering and pointing at it's shriveled body. The two boys, while snickering pointed to the security guard.

"Look there's the mummy!" The spiked hair boy exclaimed, while his friend put his hands on his hair.

"Oh no cover his face!"

He glared at the two children ready to start using his flashlight as a beating stick. Only for Mary Beth go down to the boys with a small scowl.

"You two!" She sternly states. "You be nice, or else I'll be pulling some ears." She warned. The two boys head went low.

"Yes Ma'am." They both said in unison before joining their classmates. She looked back at the guard giving him a small smile as he replied with a smirk. She joined back with the children and began teaching them about the mummy.
While Mary taught the children the origin of the mummy, at the corner of her eye she saw that the old guard scurried away from his post. Without slowing her talking she saw that he ran up to a young women with raven hair crying on a bench. She kept a smile on the children as she talked, while her eyes stared intently at the women on the bench.
The women had her hands over her eyes and as soon the guard ran up to her, she removed them, showing him her magenta eyes. She tearfully stated something to him. Mary was too far away and listening to her own voice to hear their conversation. Her eyes widen slightly to see his grab her hand gently, patting the top of her hand. Her eyes lower angerly. The mood of the room drastically decreased as the children shrunk, feeling the aura of her anger.
She watched as the guard left the exhibit for a moment before quickly returning with something in his hands, cupped protectively. The raven hair women looked at him as he held out his hands, revealing a gold banded ring with a large diamond in the middle. Mary Beth recoiled seeing the women let put a large smile, taking the ring from him, and placed it on her finger. As a reward, she embraces him and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
Mary Beth hands curled in a fist, her fingers twitching as the women walked away with to he guard waving goodbye with a small grin on his face.

"Children….." She growled. "I'm going to take a small. Break!"

Unknowingly to her the children had scooted away from her from the other side of the room. They all nodded, staying silent not wanting to unleash the full fury of their guide.
With her hands to her side, she stomped her way over to the guard and without a word grabs him by his white mustache, dragging him towards an empty hallway away from prying eyes. She throws him through the wall appearing in the room that held the book of life while she followed from behind.
Xibalba morphs out of his disguise as well as La Muerte.

"What did I do?!" He questioned fearfully, stroking his whiskers. She pointed a accusing finger at him.

"You know exactly what you have done!" She growled. "And doing it while I was in the same room!

He waved his hands defensively at her.

"I-I don't know what you mean, mi am-!"

"Don't you say it!" She shrieked, making him out his hands over his face, shielding himself. "Don't you dare say that to me! You two-timer!"

"T-two…what?..what are you saying?" She slapped him, whipping his head to the side. He stepped away not wanting to receive anouther stinging slap.

"Don't you treat me like a fool, Xibalba!"

"I'm-I'm not! I don't understand why you are so angry!"

She put up her hand ready to give him anouther hit. He put up his arms covering his head. She put down her hand putting it back to her side.

"I saw you flirting with that women!" She yelled. He gave her a bewildered look.

"Flirt-? No…no I did not!" He argued.

"Don't you lie! I saw how she held you and kissed you!"

"That's because I gave her back her ring!"

"Where did you get that ring?!" She demanded.

"It was hers, she lost it!" La Muerte face fell as he continued. "I found it earlier today and placed it at the lost and found, when I asked why she was crying, she described the ring and I gave it back to her. It was her grandmother's wedding ring."

Her eyes soften and realized her mistake. She put her hand to her chin letting out a sigh. She overreacted. She thought that Xibalba might have found anouther women to love.

"Oh…oh Balby." She whispered. "I'm so sorry." She said gliding up to his, cupping his face gently. She placed a small kiss on the cheek she had struck. "I thought you might have grown tired of me…"

He pulled away grabbing her hands gently.

"Of course not, mi amor." He said gently. "Even if you do hit me…."

"I am so sorry." She said again. "To think I let my jelousy get the best of me, how embarrassing. You were doing something very kind."

"My dear…" He smiled, patting her hand gently. "I forgive you, it's not everyday I see you making a mistake." He chuckled."Let's call that even and return back…the children might be touching the exhibits." He said urgently.