Boton vanished into her portal, wishing Kurama and Sakura luck. Sakura turned back to the red-head, only to find him studying her intently, expression tense and a little curious.
"Hmmmm…definitely ningen, there's no jyaki there…and there's no significant levels of reiki, to speak of, either…yes, yes, she's very pretty, that's not the point…I suppose she could be a hanyou, good point…" He sounded like he was discussing her with somebody…Somebody who was either invisible or didn't exist.
Great. Now the Kami, tiring of sticking her with Sasuke Look A Likes, and causing her Deep Emotional Anguish, had stuck her in a room with a Crazy Person. A Possibly Dangerous Crazy Person. That was just freaking great.
Without warning, he reached out, to do…what? Sakura didn't know, and she sure as hell wasn't going to find out. In an instant, she had him slammed against the wall, chakra scalpels flickering mere inches away from his eye.
"Such interesting usage of power…like that…Kibano, was it?…Hm, yes, I believe you're correct…that Kibano, Boton told us about, in Genkai's tournament…" he murmured, and his eyes abruptly changed color. They were entirely gold now, and if he wasn't dangerous before, at the moment, his aura said quite different.
"What are you, little ningen?" he asked. His voice had changed, as well. It was deeper, smoother…velvety, even. She glared at him. She was the one in charge here! And he had the nerve to be so…so…
"I am a shinobi of Konohagakure." she replied. No, she didn't trust him, but he had nothing to gain from the knowledge of who she was.
His lip curled. "A shinobi? You? With such…" Here, he reached out to flick a piece of her loose hair. "…ridiculously colored hair? I'm not sure what you've been taught, but pink is not a very stealthy color, shinobi-chan."
He did have a point, there.
Which was probably why his words served to anger Sakura all the more. And she punched a hole in the wall next to his head. Temper? What temper?
Again, his eyes shifted, back to green, this time. "My deepest apologies, cherry blossom-chan." he said, his voice back to what it was before. "That happens when I am feeling threatened. And I am feeling rather…threatened, at the moment."
He didn't sound threatened. The bastard sounded amused.
"If you would, cherry blossom-chan, could you tell me where Hiei went to?" he asked pleasantly.
"Hiei?" Sakura blinked, confused. "Who's Hiei?"