Chapter Four: Confession
"A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal." -- Oscar Wilde
*Candle
History was cruel. He could see it, the horror absolute in her eyes as she stared down black stone memorial, thousands upon thousands of names burning deep into her memory.
How very unfair, Hiei thought, to know the humans she protected were capable of far greater evil than that which she sheltered them from.
She knelt, the pop and hiss of sulfur stinging the air as he watched, fascinated with the soft glow of her skin, a candle, bright and gentle as the prayer upon her lips.
"Why have you come?" Sango whispered.
"Why have you?"
"In the darkest of hours, they are still my people."
Game
It was purely physical, he told himself, ignoring the brief swell inside his chest as her fingers brushed his thigh, the catch in his throat when he met her eyes through the silk curtain of her hair.
A game between them and nothing more, he thought as the heat of his touch engulfed them, a soft cry of surprise and need the only thing left to hang in the air between them.
He gasped, his skin prickling beneath the soft sweep of her lips, and he knew. Hiei knew.
It was only a game. But who was winning?
Confession
Sango staggered back, dropping to her knees in the moonlight at the smoldering look in the deep, claret of his eyes.
To come so far, the words she'd been desperate to say had simply evaporated.
"Do you fear me?" he growled, grabbing her by the hair.
"No." Foolish perhaps, but true nonetheless.
"You should." And it was his shame, his confession. 'I will hurt you one day, Sango. I will be your end.'
She touched him, forgiveness he'd never give himself in the whisper of her fingertips. It was her truth, her confession.
She knew, and she did not care.
* This particular drabble addresses the matter of the 1945 attacks on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, and it is very likely something you'll see again in Pride and Absolution if you follow that particular storyline. I've often wondered how Sango would take it when faced with the undoubtedly the worst in human brutality, though in my head I'd originally had this interaction between her and Koenma. No telling where it'll actually end up and if I use it at all.
Oh! Can anyone tell me just exactly why it is that refuses to let you underline anything in text? Just a passing annoyance.
Anyway, hope everyone enjoyed. I do love some drabbley goodness. Peace, all, and please feed the author.