Tearless 2

"This is where you were escaping to?" Sanzo asked, lighting up another cigarette.

I gave him a piercing glare. "I know it's not much, but it's mine."

He took a good long look at the small apartment. The white walls were empty of life. The small living room held only a small white loveseat, a coffee table and a radio. Flicking his long purple hair over his shoulder, he scoffed and went for the kitchen. It took me a second to realize his shoes were still on.

"HEY!" I called.

He turned around. Blowing small smoke rings, he answered "What?"

"Before you ruin the carpet, will you please take off those shoes? And for god's sake put out that cigarette!" I slipping off my own sandals. I put on a pair of slippers and grabbed the spair pair for him.

He scoffed, taking off his shoes and trading them for the slippers. He still didn't put out the cigarette, so I took it from him as I strode past. The smoke entered my lungs from the end of it and I gagged.

Sanzo was laughing as I put it out in the sink.

"What?" I asked.

"Priceless," he said, sitting on my window seat. He glanced around the equally bare kitchen and shook his head. "You need more stuff in here, Kiki."

"It's kirimi," I snarled.

He glanced at me hard. Those eyes pierced mine and something inside me shivered. I don't know what it was, but it took all I had not to squirm. Dear lord, he was another Sensai.

With one swift movement, he got up and grabbed my ear, jerking hard. I sqealed and tried pulling away, fighting the urge to hit him.

"They're real, huh?" He asked, smoothing my dark hair.

"Of course they are! Did you think I was faking it?!"

He glanced at me again and shook his head. "Yeah. yeah I did. Sensai said some....unusual things about you....I thought you might have been having sex with him...."

I blushed so hard my head spun. "That's gross."

He smirked. "You didn't hit me."

"What?"

"When I pulled your ear. You didn't hit me. Why?"

I could have told him, but I didn't. I could have explained everything to him. The dead feeling I had, the surpressed reflexes, everything could have come out right then. But it didn't, and I scoffed again, heading to the bathroom.

"If you need anything, look around. I'm taking a shower."

Closing the door behind me, I stripped off my top, staring at my navel section. The small whip that twisted around my belly button like some sick serpant. Under it in some fancy french handwriting read "tearless."

And I was.

I exspressed myself by self-mutilations. My wrists were cut all to hell. I could barely feel anything that happened to them. The scars screamed at people who saw my bare arms. To avoid the akward questions, I wore long sleeves. Constantly.

but that's besides the point.

I didn't know how to cry.

A sigh shuddered through me as I climbed into the shower.

Tearless.

My true name.

Tearless.

The name made me wonder.....

Could Sanzo cry?