Tearless 3

When I was done in my shower, I dried off and slipped into my robe. It was a white satiny material with white rabbit's fur along the wrists and lapel. I thought it looked relatively good against my complextion and dark dark hair. It definately made my lavendar eyes stand out.

Opening the door, I smelled food. Not just food, but the kind that makes your stomach scream for it even when you've gorged yourself to explosion. I'd smelt this kind of food only once...when I was living with my mother.

I peeked into the kitchen and saw Sanzo dishing out food onto two plates. It was a simple stirfry with white rice and pieces of ootoro in it. Sanzo brushed his long hair over his shoulder impatiently and looked up.

"Kiki," He purred, giving me a dark smile. "You even wearing anything under that?"

I looked down and remembered something that should have clicked inside my head at the very beginning; the robe was slightly see-through for those of us with dark tan skin and dark hair. The blush swept up my neck to my cheeks with a dizzying rush. Sanzo gave that masculin laugh usually reserved for jokes at a womans expense. I was shooting in the dark, but I was guessing I was woman.

"Get yourself ready for food, Kiki," Sanzo chuckled, pouring out some dark red wine into two glasses. "I don't want you to ruin that lovely robe of yours."

I scoffed. "It's Kir-i-mi. Not Kiki."

He chuckled again and I left. Ooh, the arrogant ass! Of course, I did set myself up with that one. Call me skanky, but I'd forgotten. I normally left the school to get away from people. Guests were a rarity, so I never worried about people seeing something they shouldn't.

I chose a simple crimson silky nighty that hid me about mid-thigh. I made sure, in every way possible, that it covered everything. Throwing on my big black sweater to cover my arms, I was ready to go. Everything was as covered as I was going to make it this late at night.

When I reached the table, Sanzo pulled out my chair for me. I gave him a look that plainly said I didn't trust him, but I sat down anyway. He pushed in my chair and tugged gently at the sweater.

"What's that for?" He asked, sitting down.

"Why do you care?" I said, picking up my fork. "Is it insulting you, somehow?" taking a bite out of the food made me quiet instantly. It was so good that I wanted to roll around like a cat with a ball. My tastebuds were having orgasms over it.

Sanzo laughed. "You sure are a fiesty one, aren't you?"

I shrugged. "I'm not used to people being nice to me unless they want something out of me. I'm waiting for the other shoe to drop with you."

He chuckled and held up his wine glass to me over the oak table. "To finding my sacrifice," he whispered.

I raied mine. "And my fighter unit." We clinked glasses, but when I took a sip of the wine, it spilled down my hoodie. apparently I had a hole in my lip and didn't know it.

I jumped to my feet, muttering "shit, shit, shit." How in the hell would I get this out of my carpet.

Sanzo came up behind me and jerked off my hoodie before I could react. I grabbed the napkin and tried soaking up as much of the wine I could. Shit shit shit. I was going to have to get a small rug to put over it or get a new carpet. I guess white carpet was a bad idea.

Sanzo was busy at the sink with my hoodie. That didn't really matter to me. Black hides stains.

My poor carpet looked like it had been stabbed, if carpet's could bleed.

"Damnit," I said, covering my eyes. "That's not coming out, is it?"

Sanzo placed my freshly washed hoodie on the clear counter to dry. Walking over, he looked down at my poor wounded carpet. "Doesn't look like it, Kiki. You'll need something to cover that up."

I sighed and stood, smoothing down my nighty. "Well, that's terrific."

"Come on," he said. "Nothing we can do about it till the morning. Finish the food, it'll get cold."

I sat down again and ate. Sanzo fallowed suit. We ate in silence. It was almost strained, but not quite. I was too busy fretting over my carpet. Sanzo was looking at his food with a funny expression, occasionally looking up at me.

When I was done, I took my plate to the sink and washed it. Sanzo appeared beside me with a towel and dried off my dishes as I washed his.

"The food was great," I said, smiling slightly. "Thank you for cooking."

"Anytime, Kiki," he whispered.

"Well, I'm off to bed. Forgive me, but I don't have a spare bed tonight. I'll have to get one for you. Blankets and pillows are in the closet acrossed from my room. Help yourself." I turned to leave when he grabbed my wrist.

"What?" I asked, not turning around.

He used my wrist to jerk me against his body, facing him. I gave a small gasp as he grabbed my other wrist.

"Kirimi," He said. "What are these?"

I froze. The look in his eyes was such that I couldn't look at him. Which made me look at him. He wasn't my father, he didn't have any right to make me feel like I'd dissapointed him.

"They're scars, Sanzo," I hissed. "You, know, from wounds?"

He looked at all the scars. They decorated my on both arms all the way up to the shoulders, some barely noticeable, others like tiny white worms under my skin. The rest were in between the two extremes. But that's what happens when You've been cutting since the age of 10. You get a lot of scars.

"Why?" Was all he said.

I tried jerking away from him to no avail. "Why do you care? You don't even know me!"

He shook his head and grabbed my chin. "No more, Kiki. No more cutting. You'll recieve pain enough just by being the sacrifice unit."

I shook my head. "I'm going to sleep, Sanzo." He let me go and I started walking away.

"And for the final time, it's Kirimi, not Kiki."

I left him with that and the vivid image of my scars still in his mind.

In my bed room, I kept a knife under my pillow. I hadn't used it in a while...

So I did tonight.