Chapter Five: Jealousy
"Jealousy is the tie that binds, and binds, and binds…" --Helen Rowland
Sun
It burned in the places he touched her, a heat that settled into her skin when he whispered the lines of her face and took her by the wrists.
"Do you care for him?" A tighter grip, breath as a desert wind across the shell of her ear.
"O-of course. Houshi-sama is my friend."
"He's more than that to you," he hissed, trailing fire in angry furrows along her skin.
She stilled beneath him, a grim finality. "Not anymore."
The demon stretched her arms above her head, and she felt him smile against her, warming her through like the sun.
"Good."
**5**
Frost
"Why do you turn away?"
The breath iced over in her chest, heart shuddering to a stop beneath the weight of his gaze. How she'd longed for him to look at her in this way, once.
"Sango," he whispered, and it was painful. Bitter and cold, like a frost settling on her skin. "Please."
A very small piece of her heart wanted to stay there and always would. But if he knew…if he saw…
"You turned away long before I did, Houshi-sama."
**5**
Conviction
Hiei's eyes turned to stone, gaze cool and condescending through the blanket of hate between them. "I needn't explain myself to you, human."
The word was foul, and it settled into the air between them like a toxic fog, feeding the pulse of his anger.
"She's not some demon plaything to be used and thrown away at will when something else comes along!" the monk hissed, shaking. "She deserves better."
His was the face of Judgment, and Miroku felt the ball of lead settle into the pit of his stomach when the demon spoke, pinning him beneath the weight of his own conviction.
"Indeed."
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