The wind blew her skirt up against her knees.
She stopped walking and clutched her books closer to her chest.
"Ohhh. Why does the stupid wind have to be so cold?" She moaned.
Another sudden gust of wind blew a paper from her hold.
"No!" The girl cried turning and running after the paper which was several feet out of her reach.
"Stupid paper! Get back here!" She yelled as it drifted further and further away.
Suddenly, a black blur crossed the path of the paper and it disappeared with the blur.
The girl stopped in her tracks and tilted her head to the side slightly, confused.
There was a cry from around the corner and she ran to it.
There was a cry from around the corner and she ran to it.
There she found a man getting up from where seemed to have fallen.
"My paper!" the girl cried, running over and grabbing up the sheet.
"That belongs to you, onna?" The man growled. He looked at the girl and her paper with an angry glare.
"Oh!" She turned towards the man. "I'm sorry. Yes it does. Are you okay?"
"Of course. Just hold onto your papers. If they fly into my face again, I'll cut them to shreds."
The man then heard something he did not expect.
"The girl giggled. "I'm Kisumi." She said. "What's your name?"
"There is no need for me to tell you onna. Now go away." The man stood and started to walk away.
Kisumi grabbed his arm and he glared back at her, though she did not cower away nor flinch as he had expected her too.
"Please sir, I want to know the name of the man who saved my paper."
This girl was very peculiar. Most humans would shy away and try to avoid him. Yet, here was this girl, probably around twelve or so, cheerfully holding onto his arm.
"If you'll leave me alone, Hiei." He finally said.
Kisumi grinned brightly and let go of his arm. "Thank you. I'll see you around, Hiei, " and with that she skipped off.
Hiei just stood there, staring after the girl. It was funny how a simple introduction of a simple girl had caused him such confusion.
He shook his head and turned the opposite direction, smirking back over his shoulder at the girl. Sticking his hands in his cloak pockets, he walked off.