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A Boy Named Kuroi
Hiei sat in detention, wondering why he had bothered to come at all. These humans could do nothing to reinforce their orders; if he wanted, he could burn through them as a flame through paper. He glanced out the window at a large oak tree. It had thick, leafy foliage, and would provide an ideal spot for observation. I should be there. Not trapped in here, enduring their silly punishments. He silently cursed the sly kitsune who had coerced him into coming here to begin with.
The click of a door-handle turning and the sudden quickening of the air in the room informed him of a new presence in the room. He didn't even need to use his eyes to know that it was Kagome. She was the only ningen that could emit such a purely annoying aura.
She bounced in, sitting beside him. "Good afternoon!" she exclaimed jovially. Hiei mentally groaned. How had he gotten himself into this again?
The Spirit Detectives walked out of Koenma's office feeling dazed. Certainly, they had had to digest quite a bit all at once, but it had never been quite like this.
"Wait," Yusuke said. "Koenma said we're supposed to get this 'Shikon Jewel' at all costs? I wonder why."
"I can not explain why, but perhaps I may impart what little knowledge I possess of it," Kurama responded smoothly, the intelligent one as always.
"Go on."
"The Shikon Jewel is a powerful artifact. I do not know much concerning its origins, but it is said that the Jewel can grant a wish to whoever uses it. This explains why many unsavory characters are after the Jewel. If it were to fall into the wrong hands..." Kurama trailed off, leaving the rest to their imaginations.
Presently, Yusuke spoke. "Why would he want us to get it from its protector? I mean, if he was doing a bad job, we'd all be in a lot of trouble right now, wouldn't we?"
"Baka. I am certain that Koenma has his reasons," Hiei supplied.
"You raise an interesting point, Yusuke. There may be more to this situation than meets the eye," Kurama murmured, clearly lost in thought.
"What I can't believe is that the three of us," Yusuke indicated himself, Kuwabara, and Kurama, "have to change schools just for this!"
"It does make sense, though. If the protector of the Shikon Jewel is at one of these schools, it will be much easier to find him if we are one of his classmates," Kurama explained, his eyes immediately glazing over in deep musing as soon as he was finished.
"Hn. Knowing you three, you will most likely never find this 'protector'. You, Urameshi, are too busy getting into fights. Kitsune, you are constantly followed by ningen women. And Kuwabara..." Hiei trailed off, glancing at the oversized idiot, who had made puppets out of his hands, which were now fighting a Battle Royale.
"... is too stupid to do anything right?" Yusuke finished.
"I suppose that you think you could do better, Hiei?" Kurama asked. He was finished pondering over whatever it was, because his voice had lost its distanced quality.
"I could find the Shikon Jewel in a day and finish this case in a week," Hiei snorted disdainfully.
"Well, then. In that case..." Yusuke said, a dark smile lighting his face.
Before Hiei knew what was happening, he had been whisked away, and the next thing he knew, he was at school, searching for the Shikon Jewel. Only after their conversation had Hiei realized that his companions (well, at least Kurama and Yusuke) had planned the whole thing all along...
Hiei looked at his desk, a snarl etched on his face. It had been two months since that conversation, and nearly the same amount of time since his first day of school. There was still no sign of the Shikon Jewel. It was almost depressing.
Suddenly, he turned, feeling eyes boring into the back of his head. Not literally, but the starer's gaze was so intense that he almost felt like that. His eyes caught two blue ones, the silky, midnight blue of the ocean, not the average watery weakness that so often colored human's eyes. The person behind these eyes had determination and strength. The person behind those eyes had courage and an iron will. The person behind those eyes... was Kagome Higurashi. As soon as he realized this, Hiei balked, giving the girl one of his patented "Glare of Death"s before returning his attention to the surface of his desk.
Her pale hand, soft and flawless, slid into his line of vision, leaving a single folded piece of binder paper behind. Hiei stared at it angrily for a moment, then picked it up to read it. Shooting her irate looks now and again, he gently unfolded the paper, seeing a long note written in a neat, prim script that reminded him of Keiko.
"How long have you been at this school?" The note began. "It's just that I haven't really seen you around campus much. Do you spend most of your time in detention? Because if you do, that's probably why I haven't seen you. I'm a good girl. I am. I'm a very good girl..." The letter repeated this phrase for about a half-page, causing Hiei to wonder about the girl's mental health. He skimmed down it, and continued to read.
"What's your name, anyway? You never told me yesterday! If you don't tell me your name, I might make one up for you, and you wouldn't like that, trust me. You already know that I'm Kagome. Kagome Higurashi. Yup. That's me.
"Do you fight often? Because if you don't you should really consider trying a fighting tournament or something. You're real fast. I wish I was that fast. Then I could keep up with my friends.
"By the way... do you think you would not stare over my shoulder anymore? It's very distracting and I'm trying to get studying done. Study, study, study! 'Cause I'm a good girl!" Hiei finished reading, giving Kagome a suspicious glance, then pulled out a pen and scrawled, "My name is none of your concern, and neither are any of the other items which you requested. I will tell you, however, that if you do not cease these annoyances, I will most certainly be forced to harm you."
Hiei passed the note back to her discreetly, wondering why he was bothering. Not as though she would notice the gesture.
She saw the message, picked it up, and read hungrily. Disappointment showed clearly on her features as she looked at him. When she returned the message, it read, "Fine. Don't tell me your name. I'll call you Kuroi, because you seem to wear black often."
Kuroi. What a silly nickname. Hiei mentally snorted.
*~*~*
Kagome walked out of detention, wondering what had possessed her to bother him like that. She had continued passing him notes until the teacher had finally caught them... and added lunch detentions for the remainder of the week. She had known that she needed to speak with Inuyasha before, but now she knew that she had no choice in the matter. Sooner or later, he would come looking for her. It would be best if she told him "politely" that she needed to spend the remainder of her week in her own time, and she would prefer that it was in the Feudal Era.
By the time she was home, she knew exactly what she was going to tell him. Even though they didn't have detention back in his time, she was still ashamed to admit that her perfect record had been marred by it. He probably didn't even know what detention was.
She walked outside and hopped over the edge of the well. Briefly, she was surrounded by the familiar lights that signaled a time change, and then there she was, on the other side. She crawled out of the well, heading in the direction of Kaede's village. The sky was darkening, but she chose to ignore the fact that demons lurked just beyond the shadows, waiting for the perfect instant to pounce...
"Kagome!" Speaking of demons, here was one now: a small, brown ball of fur that was currently hurtling towards her at an abnormally fast rate. Upon impact, her adopted kit knocked the wind out of her.
"Nice to see you, too, Shippo," she said with a grin. "Have you seen Inuyasha anywhere? I need to talk with him."
"Feh. Right here, wench," her dog-like friend announced, hopping down from a tree.
"Hey, Inuyasha. We need to talk..." Kagome began.
Inuyasha took a step forward. "No."
"Awww... C'mon, Inu. It's only a week!" Kagome whined.
"Still no."
He was resilient. Time to go to plan B. "SIT! Be back in a week! SIT! Don't come after me! SIT! Have fun while I'm away! SIT! And did I already say... SIT!!!"
Kagome turned away from the crater her friend had just made. "Shippo, could you tell the others please?"
"Certainly, Kagome!" he responded, hopping off.
Kagome hopped back down the well, a smile on her face. Now she could serve her detention without having to worry about the past.
