If Aya wouldn't have been this angry, he probably would have been amazed by the shear amount of boldness in Kikyo's lack of tact. But as it was, he only felt something snapping within as the man insisted on jumping on the shards of his broken heart. Heart that he had lost, hidden and for a moment regained only to be broken again and then mocked by that uncaring smile.

He sucked in a sharp breath, and let his feet take him back to the table. The blood rushing in his veins, in his ears, made it impossible for him to hear the sound of his own hand connecting with Kikyo's face. The teacup was still poised on the man's lips as Aya hit him, hard and heavy, intent on causing damage, not just driving his point across.

It was impossible to hurt him as much as Aya had been hurt, but it sure as hell didn't stop him from trying.

As Kikyo went flying to the floor, the teacup spilling its content all over him, Aya walked away. Eyes hidden with crimson locks, mouth a thin line of forbidding lips, he let the nurse grab him and escort him away, uncaring.

[ooc: checked with Kikyo mun~]