DIMS: Hi, and welcome to my fic!

Yusuke: Another one? Don't you have a life or something?

DIMS: A) It's only my fifth fic, Urameshi. B) This IS my life. Anyway. This started as a psychologist torture scene I wrote when I was annoyed at something. I Forget what.

(11/23/09: Hi, I'm going through and finally changing some stuff to make this chapter what I wanted it to be aka editing it better. Please enjoy this edited and slightly revised edition of Chapter 1)

The Psychologist

The dreaded, the clichéd, the horrid...inkblots. "Remember Kotori just say the first thing that comes to mind." He annoyed me. I wanted to rip the flesh from his face and feed it to him. I wanted to burn him at a stake. I wanted to make good use of the torture devices invented during the Inquisition. Those were the good old days. Except for the Jews. And the Moores. Poor them. My thoughts were cut short, fortunately for you, as he held up the first one.

"Blood," was my answer. He gulped before flipping to the next card. It made me want to rip out his throat. "Blood spurting from a recently decapitated demon," I said to the next one. "Me slicing through the demon from the last card, just before he ends up with his head cut off."

Next one. "Me stabbing a demon through the heart."

"Me on top of a pile of bodies licking the blood off my sword." He gulped and sweat trickled down his forehead as he finished writing my answers down.

He wiped his forehead with his sleeve."Next test. We're going to do a bit of roll playing. I annoy you, but don't do anything too mean to you."

I hate role playing. I always get too into it and have too much fun. Oh well. He had asked the question..."I would growl and probably bite them."

Another gulp, but he continued. "I am slightly mean to you, but don't realize it."

"Bitch/Bastard, if you don't shut the hell up and leave me alone, I will rip your intestines from your body and force feed them to you."

He was shaking slightly; I wanted to smirk in amusement. "I hurt one of your friends."

I internally cackled. This would freak him out. And I was only being honest. "I would take a large kitchen knife, tie them up, and proceed to give them the bloodiest, most tortured death possible."

"Next, a quick survey." He was watching me warily as if I would try to kill him at any moment. He is quite perceptive. I will give him a single point for that. That makes is total negative infinity plus one. "What are your likes and dislikes?"

"My likes are people who aren't stupid and are loyal, blood, gore, death, Black, silver, dragons, ramen, and swordplay. My dislikes are Bakas, backstabbers, Acid Rays of Sunshine, the sun, happiness, Barney, yellow, PINK, the Easter bunny, annoying psychologists, people who call me an idiot or emo."

"Okay," he said, nervously. He sounded like he was the one taking the test. "Next question. What are your 5 favorite colors, starting with most favorite?"

"Black." He looked at me expectantly, but gulped and quickly looked away when I glared at him

"What would you do if someone close to you died?"

"I'd go on a killing spree destroying half of the city's population before running away to the center of the Earth." I was getting fed up with the stupid questions. Was leaving me alone in my nice little forest too much to ask. Apparently, so I said, starting in a calm voice, "Now I suggest that you GO AWAY DR. IDIOT. I HATE IDIOTS."

The doctor paled considerably and finally broke, running out of the room screaming, "She's a psycho, she a psycho, get someone in there with a strait jacket!" They brought in the jacket and tied me up before I could do anything.

"You bakas think that a stupid strait jacket will do any good against me?" I laughed at their stupidity. I quickly got myself out of the strait jacket. Did they think this was the first time I'd been in one of these? Well, I didn't remember ever being in one, but I somehow did know how to get out....I began to laugh maniacally as I set the entire clinic ablaze with my spirit energy. "Death, blood, destruction," I chanted as I collapsed in exhaustion from using so much of my spirit energy, pleased with the destruction I had caused.

I woke up in a completely white room: white walls, white carpets, white bed, white everything. "At least it's not pink," I muttered to myself, figuring that I'd finally ended up in the loony bin. Just then, everything turned pink. I started screaming at the top of my lungs and bashing the walls with anything I could lift, which, in my case, was the lamp on the nightstand. "DIE YOU EVIL COLOR! WHY COULDN'T YOU HAVE TURNED BLACK INSTEAD, HUH! WHY? HOW DO YOU EVEN CHANGE COLORS IN THE FIRST PLACE?" As soon as I finished my rant, the walls turned black. "Arigato, wall-san."

I put the lamp back in place on the nightstand and sat in the middle of the floor. "Wish I had some paper and a pencil," I muttered. Paper and pencil appeared right in front of me. "I think I'm gonna like it here. Used to room, in a tomb, where I'd sit and freeze. Get me now, Holy Cow! Could someone, pinch me please." I said, bursting into the song from some movie I'd seen at the orphanage they had been keeping me. Suddenly, I felt a pinch on my arm. "I didn't mean it!" I yelled at the walls, having decided they the cause of everything I asked for coming to me. Then an idea for an experiment came to me, and I grinned evilly. "I wish I had a large kitchen knife." No such luck.

I sighed, but picked up the paper, pencil, and the black lap-desk that had magically appeared next to the paper, and sat on the now black carpet and began to draw. While I have never had the opportunity to do it often, I was very good and it always calmed me to see the pencil glide over the paper and create the images that plagued my mind. When I was finished, I held it out in front of me and nodded approvingly. It was a sword rising out from a pile of bodies. Impaled on the sword, was a human head. That made me hungry.

"Would it be too much trouble to ask for a bowl of ramen and a fork?" I said politely. The food appeared on the nightstand and I devoured it as if I hadn't eaten in days. It smelled absolutely delicious, mouthwatering, even. It was the first relatively non-healthy thing I had eaten since those weirdos picked me up, and if you forgot about that, it was also the first real hot meal I'd had in months. I loved ramen...

Once I was finished, I attempted to singe the edges of my drawing, as was part of my distinct style, but nothing happened. I tried, but my spirit energy would not come to me. I could feel it move towards the points on my body where I was able to channel it, but it stopped around halfway there. I rolled up the sleeve of my black turtleneck, the only good thing that had come from the orphanage, to find wards on my upper arm. I reached out to pull them off, snarling when it gave off an electric charge, singeing my hand. I looked at the wall and glared. Damn them...

In Koenma's office.

"She's really weird," Yusuke said, after watching her for about 15 minutes (from the point she woke up, to the point we left her at).

"If you think that's weird Yusuke, take a look at the reason the SDF had to retrieve her," Koenma said solemnly. He popped in the tape from the psychologist episode.

"Woah," was all Yusuke could say as he watched her set the building aflame and collapse and the tape ended.

"Now you understand why we had to bring her here? She is a danger to all of human society. She is not, however, insane.

"Orphaned at birth, her name is Kotori. She was born in the streets, no father, mother died in childbirth. She was fortunate enough to be taken in by another alley family, but ran away when she was three. Extremely intelligent and could probably match Kurama in school, if she ever went to one. Never experiencing love of a family, she turned to violence for comfort. She actually does take pleasure in destruction and pain, but for those few people who are her friends, she is terribly loyal and would come die for, then come back to life to continue to protect. She has little or no conscience. When she was about five, her home was the forest. It was cold, living in the forest in winter and she was rubbing sticks together, trying to get a fire going. When they would not light, she simply glared at the sticks, and they roared to life. Since then she has lived mostly on her own. Recently, she was found by child welfare, thus the trip to the psychologist.

"We do not have much solid information on her, as there is a disruptive spirit energy around her that makes it almost impossible to track her or for our scouts to send images to us, but we also suspect her to be a Shadow Angel. If that is the case, then we are dealing with a very dangerous person who we have neither the ability nor the right to detain. The plan is to try and get her to trust us and perhaps join the detectives so that we can monitor and try to control her to some degree.

"If she is not a Shadow Angel, we will simply keep her in therapy here until she stabilizes. She's too dangerous to put back into the human world."

"Oh," Kuwabara said. He had much to think about, and yes, to all of you Kuwabara haters, he can think. I have a whole list written of reasons that you should be grateful for Kuwabara.

"So what are we going to do with her? She really will go crazy if she's cooped up here too long," Yusuke said, frowning concernedly at the viewscreen that once again showed the dark haired girl.

"First we have to get on speaking terms with her. She's not one to trust to easily. The only reason she even ate that ramen is because she couldn't detect any poison in it. She does have a sharp sixth sense and lying around her is pointless, it will only make her angry, which is not advisable. What records we do have on her shows she gets very violent towards liars and has little tolerance for people who use deception. Once we accomplish that, we'll see what happens," Koenma said in one very large breath. "George will lead you to her room."

As they stepped through the sliding doors, the first thing that they noticed on the black walls were the numerous gory drawings, including the one they had watched her draw earlier, one of a raven perched on a human skull, blood dripping off a sword, a heart with an arrow through it, and others besides. She was sitting, her lilac eyes staring emotionlessly at them. "Hello, do you like the drawings?" she said in a quiet voice, void of all emotion.

Forgetting Koenma's warning, and not wanting to anger the girl, Yusuke said, "Yes."

She blinked and her eyes flicked to Yusuke. "You shouldn't lie to me. It's obvious that you do not like them, and lying will only make me want to find some weapon of minor destruction and use it to try and kill you, although from what I can sense, that would be rather foolhardy, seeing as you and the three behind you are incredibly strong, and even if I did manage to kill you, there would be the other three to deal with.

"Also, since I am unable to remove these cursed wards, the best that I could do is throw silverware and furniture at you, along with karate, although I'm sure that that would be little use against demons." As she said the last part, her eyes shifted to Kurama and Hiei, who stood behind the two humans.

The other two (Yusuke and Kuwabara) stared at her. "Please don't do that, I dislike people staring at me." They stopped staring. "Which hospital is this? I want to send a letter to whichever department is in charge of loony bins on what wonderful accommodations you have. Never heard of one where the walls change color." She stared off into space as she trailed off.

Kurama cleared his throat to get her attention and said, "Miss Kotori, you are not in any 'loony bin' as you call them. You are in Spirit World. You had to be apprehended because your little performance at the psychologist's office has labeled you as a threat to the human race."

She smiled at him, the first smile they had seen on her face, and it made a huge difference. Until then she had either kept an emotionless face or a scowl, never showing any hint of happiness, and the unexpected smile lit up her whole face. Kuwabara almost thought, in that instant, that she was cute. "You're honest. It's refreshing. You don't realize just how much people lie. That they care about you, that love exists. It doesn't, and no one cares about you but you and those few loyal people who don't lie, ne?"

None of them said anything until Hiei spoke up. "I think I like this girl."

DIMS: Kotori is Japanese for little bird.

Kotori: (glares) Review or die.

DIMS: Awesome update 11/23/09 has been completed. I added a lot of stuff. More than I thought I would. It took me two days to get this done. I edited some sentences that didn't make sense, and I added a lot more of Kotori's thoughts since this is the first person and it would be a waste otherwise. I hope you enjoyed this revised edition of Dark Angel: Chapter 1, The Psychologist.