The night was cool, the air was fresh as Hiei decided to leave the comfort of his warm house for a walk, to clear the air along with his mind. He had settled in the human world against his will 6 months prior. He could still hear the ringing of Kurama "Please Hiei, please? I'll help you I promise", in his ears. After a week of begging Hiei had finally given in just to the sheer reasoning, that if he heard his voice one more time he could shove his sword where the sun didn't shine. Kurama helped him find an apartment doable with the salary(if that's what you would like to call it) Koenma gives him. It was a one bedroom apartment complete with utilities, that Hiei never used. After Kurama taught him how to use the microwave, he hadn't used the stove since he figured out it wasn't the fireplace. He often kept the lights off and the landlord stopped by frequently, wondering if he even still lived there. Hiei didn't have much of anything to even prove he did in fact, live there. There was no welcome mat, or decorations for holidays, or even mail coming for him. There was a wall of weapons in the dining room, a pantry stock piled with ramen and bottled water, one solitary sheet on a cot in his room, and a closet full of black.

Meanwhile, the human world was so stuffy and personal. You were never completely alone, what with neighbors and friends around all the time. It was almost as if humans didn't understand the term "privacy". His nightly walks were the only thing keeping his sanity. The infamous black cloak lined his thin frame, it was now "winter", as the humans called it, Hiei preferred hell. As a fire demon any temperatures lower than 60 felt like zero to him anyway. Thin white clouds of fog came from his nose as he walked, hands in pockets, in the park he had walked through so many times before. He approached his bench, yes his bench, he sat there every night at approximately midnight, it might as well belong to him, he saw a womanly figure. He flitted away to the trees above the bench and looked down onto the stranger.

Usually he could remember faces from this town, but not her. Just as he bent down to get a closer look an icicle skidded past his face barely missing and looking up at him was a pair of icy blues. "What do you want?", a skiddish voice asked, or even pleaded. Hiei gave her a long stare, never had anyone in human world attacked him for merely staring. She looked to be shorter than Hiei, her lavender hair hung in curls dancing along her mid stomach, she definitely looked like something Hiei would call frail, the tiny frame had no jacket, no coat, no parka. Hiei wondered how she could still be breathing as she couldn't have been more than 90 pounds. Finally after his 5 second observation he replied "That is my bench". The girls eyes traveled to where she had been sitting "But there's a whole ¾ of it left, I do not occupy that much room". Hieis eyes for the first time observed the true size of the bench, but in the process realized the whole bench was laced with snow. It was cold, but it was not that cold, none of the other benches had snow on them. "What are you?" Hiei demanded with an increased guard. The voice that came from her mouth sounded as if she might cry "I am what I am". "What are you doing here? I know your not human. Start talking" Hiei said with an increasing threatening tone placing his hands on the sheath of his sword. "Oh please don't hurt me, I'll tell you anything" she said covering her head with her frail, little arms. "Then talk!", he barked pointing the tip of his kantana in her face, harsh yes but Hiei didn't care. "I'm looking for the spirit detectives! I just wanted to rest, I'm sorry no one informed me people owned benches in this world", the girl replied innocently, speaking so fast she was clearly frightened by Hiei

"The spirit detectives? What? Why?". "Its confidential, I'm sorry" she stuttered. He jumped from the tree sheathing his sword, for the first time standing face to face with the creature. "I am a spirit detective" he mentally cursed himself for reffuring to himself as one. "How do I know you are what you say you are, you could be a demon and I would know no different." she lowered her hands from her face for the first time making eye contact with the being. His jet black hair, and bright red eyes surely gave cue he was not a human. "Spirit detectives are generally demons. Have you no brain?" he mocked. Shame came across the cheeks of the girl, she really didn't know anything about what she was doing.

"Meanwhile, what are you doing out in the 30s with hardly anything on?". This girl was seeming stranger and stranger by the minute. She did wear a kimono, a light salmon color grazed with cherry blossoms. "I uhm,..I..." she started to stutter once again. Hiei sighed loudly to himself, if he did not shelter this girl, and her mission turned out to be of importance and Hiei let her freeze to death that god damned baby would have his ass. "Follow me, I will take you to the detectives come morning, for now I can prove my identity back at my house" Warily the girl nodded and trialed beside him "Who are you?". "Hiei" he would not grace her presence with his full name, "And who the hell are you, besides crazy?" "Naomi" she said quietly.