Amaya sighed. She opened her eyes and looked over her shoulder at the window where Hiei was seconds before. That baka oni, she thought. Of all the other demons that that toddler has me forced to work with, it has to be him. Amaya thought back to when they first fought, three years before and smirked at the memory. It had not been pretty, but in the end not only did she escape with a precious artifact the Spirit Detectives were protecting, she had also taken Hiei Jaganshi's white headband as a small trophy of her victory.
"He does have a little temper, that fire demon," she murmured. Amaya took off her hood and laid back on her bed, arms folded under her head. She thought about her other new "team mates". Their leader who was the obviously human smelling Uremeshi, Yusuke was very full of himself but seemed to know how to have a good time. "I could get along with that as long as he doesn't get in my way." The very tall one with ugly orange hair and a face to match also smelled human: Kuwabara Kazuma, if she remembered right. Amaya remembered past fights with him, or attempts of fights, and winced horribly. "I can't believe I'm working with that! He could match Jaganshi in terrible team mate of the year!" Then there was Kurama. "Yin and Yang," Amaya murmured, thinking about the kitsune, or fox demon's spirit that Kurama housed within him. Wonder when I will meet him? Amaya wondered.
A knock on the door startled her out of her thoughts. She jumped off of her bed and walked over to the door. Standing on the other side of the threshold was Yukina.
"Hello Amaya-chan," she greeted the other happily. "I am here to take you to dinner."
Amaya nodded, put on her hood, and stepped outside. Locking her bedroom door, they made their way past a few haggard-looking ogres and down many stairs. Amaya was careful to remember ever step she took so as not to get lost later on.
Finally, with an angry rumble in her stomach, Amaya and Yukina entered the cafeteria. It was fairly large to accommodate the majority of Koenma's employees, mostly ogres and spies. As they walked towards the back of the cafeteria, many of the spies looked up at the cloaked figure passing their table, eyes narrowed as if they were trying to figure out who could have such a large amount of spirit energy in them.
Amaya smirked under her hood. Bakas, she thought. Yukina stopped in front of a large round table and Amaya did the same. Sitting at the table were Yusuke and Kuwabara, who were disgustingly pigging out on the food already, Kurama, Hiei, and Boton, the blue-haired, pink-eyed Grim Reaper. Yukina sat down an empty seat away from Hiei, and Amaya took that seat as hers. She looked to Yukina's other side where Kuwabara and Yusuke were eating their food like slobs and grimaced.
"Bakas! Learn some manners and stop eating like slobs!" Hiei suddenly barked.
The two humans looked up from their plates for a second before going back to their food with renewed vigor.
"Dig in Amaya!" Boton said cheerfully and pointed at the plates of food at the center.
Amaya nodded and helped herself. She took one bite and was instantly blown away at how good the food was.
Kurama, who sat across from her, saw the look on her face. "Is there anything wrong Amaya?" he asked in concern.
She shook her head. "This is very delicious," she simply said and continued to eat. Amaya did not see the blush that crept into Kurama's cheeks but Boton and Hiei did.
After fifteen minutes of more or less useless chatter between Boton, Yukina, and Kurama (Amaya and Hiei saying nothing to them or each other), the two "pigs" slammed down their rice bowls with a satisfied, gusty sigh.
"That was the best Kurama!" they both yelled at the embarrassed kitsune boy.
"Uhh, thank you Yusuke, Kuwabara," Kurama told them with a weak smile. "But next time you need to learn some table manners, and I'll be happy to show you," he offered.
Amaya stood up, abandoning her almost finished teriyaki fish with a visibly disgusted face at the two "pigs'" direction. "It is generous of you to want to help them Kurama, but no amount of lessons in table manners can help them." Nodding her thanks for the supper, she swept off out of the cafeteria to begin searching for her room.
Near to where Koenma's office was, a fast-moving black blur sped past Amaya. She held her hood tight over her head and glared hard at the blur. "Yaro Hiei," she said darkly. She hadn't taken two steps when Hiei was suddenly back and standing in front of her.
"What did you call me?" he growled. Hiei glared menacingly at her.
Amaya wasn't fazed. "You must have heard me call you a bastard if you are back here," she retorted. "I know it was you who was outside my window before dinner Jaganshi. Frankly, I didn't think you could stalk anyone else than your sister, Yukina." Amaya smirked at the rising anger in Hiei's crimson red eyes, though his face was like stone.
He took a warning step towards her. "You will not tell her," he commanded. "If you dare, you shall not only have no tongue to speak, but I will also kill you."
Amaya's fists clenched at the direct threat. "I'd like to see you try to hurt me!" She pulled out her katana swiftly and blocked the blade that came at her. "We both know you are holding back!" Amaya goaded him as she pushed the blades closer to his neck. Hiei gritted his teeth and began pushing the blades back at her.
"EEENOOUUGHH!!" yelled Koenma's voice.
The two fighting demons jumped back and faced to where an angry Koenma was walking over to them at the left end of the hall. "Amaya! Didn't I make you give the oath to NOT kill any of the Spirit Detectives?!" he shouted. Then Koenma turned to Hiei who had been smirking. "And what do you think you were doing?! You were in the fight weren't you?!"
Amaya spoke up. "Technically Koenma, I was not trying to kill Hiei." Koenma spun around at her. "I was trying to badly injure him," she finished with a grin under her hood. She turned to Hiei as Koenma, red in the face, began shouting at her. "Baka yaro," she mouthed. Hiei glared. Amaya looked back over to Koenma who was taking a breath. "I promise to try to not do it again Koenma sir," Amaya said mockingly. To quickly avoid anymore shouting from the toddler prince, she stepped back into a shadow on the wall and disappeared with crimson eyes glaring at her.
Amaya fell from the shadowed ceiling of her bathroom and landed smoothly on its white marbled floor. The bath tub and sink was made of black marble. It was a fairly large bathroom with the tub by on one side and the counter sink and toilet on the other. Above the long sink was an equally long mirror. Amaya took off her hood and looked at herself. She still harbored her earlier injuries from the Detectives attacks. Seemed like only yesterday when in fact it was just this morning.
Amaya sighed and looked into the drawers of the sink counter. She found a first aid kit, quickly threw off her clothes until she was only in her short shorts and tank top, and began tending her wounds. Once satisfied, she looked at herself in the mirror once again. Amaya grimaced at the shoulder-length, jet-black haired and brown-eyed girl staring back at her with a look of equal dislike. I truly hate this form, she thought. But it keeps my true form secret so I'll have to deal. Amaya snapped her fingers and was garbed in dark red sleeping clothes. She bent down and took off from her ruined clothes all the weapons she had hid. Lastly picking up her back cloak, she left the clothes behind and went into her bedroom. Putting aside her weapons at her desk, she carefully laid her cloak atop her drawer and climbed into bed. She closed her eyes and drifted to sleep.