A Lovely Shade of Red ~ Mikoto Suoh

Chapter 4

                Why? Why did I even bother coming into this bar? Why didn't I just turn around and walk away? If I did I wouldn't be stuck here frozen at the bar with Mikoto staring at my back. I already made eye contact with him a few seconds ago and I refuse to make anymore. Izumo glanced at me while he was talking and knew that I was uncomfortable with the current situation. What am I going to do?

        I sat there thinking of how I could possibly escape. Do I just run? No, Mikoto would catch me before I'm out the door. I could casually just slip out. Yeah let's go with that. As long as they are distracted I can escape unnoticed. Then all of a sudden my plan was ruined.

        "Fang you're here!" Tatara exclaimed.

                Everyone went quiet. I glanced up at Izumo who could see how much my anxiety was kicking in. I took a deep breath before turning to face everyone.

        "Hello Tatara," I replied with a small smile.

        "What are you doing here?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

        "Um...well...you see... I actually ran into Izumo on my way home," I began, "when I mean ran into I mean I literally ran into him. I fell scrapped up my hands, and he wouldn't let leave without them being cleaned up."

                Tatara glanced over at Izumo who was now cleaning a different set of wine glasses. He just nodded his head in agreement.

        "That's nice of him," Tatara chimed, "and now that your here we can sit here and talk for awhile."

                Sit here and talk? Is he serious right now? All I want to do is leave! My face scrunched up while I tried to smile. All I have to say is that I have plans or I'm not feeling that well and then I'm out of here. Before I could say anything Izumo spoke up.

        "You know I think that's a wonderful idea," Izumo commented, "don't you think so Mikoto?"

                I felt myself freeze up again. I glanced at him carefully through slits of hair. Waiting for an answer made me very anxious. Would he not care? Would he say no?

        "Whatever," he sighed taking a seat on the couch.

                He closed his eyes and threw his head back. As I looked at him I noticed a white haired child next to him. I pushed my hair completely out of my face and looked at her. This girl was maybe 10 years old. She was small, with red eyes, and wore a red Victorian style dress. Who is this little girl? Is she his... NO! No way! She can't be. Unless Mikoto and that woman he cheated on me with had a child that I didn't know about.

                Just thinking about that made my blood boil. I stood up immediately and stormed towards the door.

        "F-fang, where are you going?" Tatara called after me.

        "HOME," I snapped.

                As I was about to open the door. The little girl spoke up.

        "Such a pretty red," she spoke softly.

                I turned towards her and she was staring at me. Is she talking about my hair or could it be my aura color? I was almost positive I hid that well.

        "Like Mikoto's," she spoke again.

                Mikoto's head shot up and turned in my direction. This can't be good. Running would be pointless now.

        "Mr. Mikoto  is she part of the clan?" A red haired, skater punk boy asked.

                With that being asked Mikoto stood up from the couch and began walking my way. I backed up against the door, when I should have ran out. As he stood in front of me he looked me up and down.

        "Where is it?" He questioned in a harsh voice.

        "W-w-where's What-t" I stuttered avoiding his eye contact.

        "Fang," he spoke grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at him, "you know exactly what I'm talking about."

                I did know what he was talking about. I wasn't going to talk to him about it and there was no way I'd tell him where it is. This is exactly want I wanted to avoid. All I had to do was refuse Izumo's offer but no I had to go and be stupid. As I looked into Mikoto's eyes I could tell he was getting impatient with me.

        "Fang O'tara we can do this the easy way," he said with a smirk, "or the hard way. I would be smart if I was you."