Chapter 3: The Empress

Kouryuu lazily sat in front of the temple. The air was cool in the temple compared to the temperature in the city below. No one visits except for old ladies as always. But this day, something was different. The wind began to blow a more pleasing breeze. Kouryuu, sensing something, looked towards the entrance of the temple. It was the immortal from last night accompanied by another immortal with blue hair and pink eyes.

"Genjo Kouryuu, I presume?" The younger immortal asked. She wasn't wearing the dark clothes Kouryuu imagined immortals to be wearing. Instead she was in a typical cheery casual long-sleeved shirt with jeans. The immortal behind her looked as if he was ready to go out to the mall as well.

"What are you doing here, you immortal?" Kouryuu growled.

"Easy. Just wanted to pay a visit." The young immortal smiled from ear to ear, "By the way, atashi no namae wa Hibiemi desu. My companion here is Hiro. I believe we've met last night, ne?" She bowed with respect to the monk.

"I know there's something behind this…" Kouryuu said slightly ticked off.

"Mou! There's nothing behind this!" Hiro laughed, giving the monk a hard pat on the back. I don't believe pat is the right word to describe it since it made Kouryuu cough, "We just wanna get along with a fellow demon hunter."

"Hai, hai!" Hibiemi continued to grin, "Do you know the old Hoshizora mansion in Nijiyama?"

"Nijiyama? Isn't that the town beyond Hoshizora Hill?" Kouryuu asked.

"Hai…" Hibiemi stood straight, "If you'd like, we can talk about this over tea…"

"So… What are you up to?" Kouryuu asked the immortals as they sipped their tea.

"We simply just want to, y'know, hang out with you." Hiro grinned.

"We miss our mortal lives. It would be fun to have you and those men from the apartment hang out with us…" Hibiemi said with a friendly smile.

"Question." Kouryuu stopped the dialogue, "Why did you stab me last night?"

"Easy…" Hibiemi smiled maliciously, "I manipulate."

"Why then… I guess all this must have been a plan of some sort." Kouryuu's suspicions rose.

"If I didn't stab you last night, you wouldn't have met Hakkai, Gojyo and Goku." Hibiemi countered.

"What difference does meeting them make?" Kouryuu continued to argue.

Hibiemi plastered a calm, familiar smile on her face, "You'll find out soon enough, Kouryuu-san…"

"So… Do you accept our offer? Spend a lazy afternoon with us in the Hoshizora mansion." Hiro persuaded.

"If Hakkai accepts, I accept."

"Good."

"Saa, Hiro-niichan… Let's go visit a little apartment…" Hibiemi cheerfully exited the temple with her subordinate.

"That's strange… How come she knows everything…?" Kouryuu murmured as they left in their sleek black Chevrolet, "And damn are they rich…"