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Hikari left Ongaku and went into the kitchen. The kitchen was as traditional as the rest of the shrine. A blackened fire pit was in the center of the room, the fire was still crackling steadily, though a great deal smaller than the shrine fire. The spices were kept in low cupboards around the room, and the perishable fruits, vegetables, and meats were kept in the ice-box. Hikari took a tea pot from the cupboard and filled it with water from the new well that they had dug with the tourist money, being an old shrine had its advantages. She set the water to boil and added the tea leaves from the cupboard. She found some left-over rice cakes in the cabinet and put them on a tray with some cups. When the tea pot began to bubble, she put that on the tray as well and returned to the guest room.
Hiei was leaning against the wooden supports around the room, staring hard at the paper across from him, as though waiting for it to burst into flames from the mere intensity of his gaze. His eyes flicked to her, then back again. Barely acknowledging her presence.
Hikari set down the tray and poured him some tea and passed the handle-less cup to him. He accepted it with out a word.
"Why are you helping us, ningen?" He demanded.
She shrugged. "Dunno really. Why did you accept it?" He grunted and flicked his gaze over Kurama.
"How long will he be out for?" He demanded. "We have other business to attend to."
"Depends, what is he? And here's another, what are you?" She asked, sipping her tea as though asking someone what kind of creature they were was an everyday experience.
Hiei's gaze snapped to her. "You can sense Spirit Energy?"
"Iie, Ongaku-kun can. She told me that you're power was brighter than everyone else's, so is his." She nodded to Kurama.
"It's none of your business, ningen." He snapped.
Hikari leaned over to glare at him. "I think it is my business, I'm letting you stay here, I'm trusting you not to kill me or my family in our sleep, I believe I have every right to know what you are." She retorted.
"Hn." Hiei looked away. "I'm a fire demon, he's a kitsune." He growled under his breath.
Hikari sat back on her heels. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" She smirked.
"Hn."
"Though it is hard to believe, but Ongaku-kun is never wrong about auras." She stared into her cold tea. ::Not so strange really, considering the fact that I can heal and Ongaku can see energy. I really shouldn't be all that surprised by anything he says, unless it's a blatant lie. But,:: She studied Hiei's impassive face. ::I don't think I could spot a lie if he told it, he's to controlled.::
"So, how did you get to Kyoto? And how did you get so badly wounded?" She asked.
"We were helping some allies with a fight, and hit with an attack. We ended up falling into Kyoto from Tokyo." He replied bluntly.
"How helpful." Hikari muttered.
"Hn. I saw you fight before, how skilled are you?" Hiei asked.
Hikari blinked in surprise. ::Okay, where's this going?:: "I'm a decent fighter by human standards, why?"
"Spar with me." He stood, and unsheathed his katana.
Hikari hesitated. ::He's a lot more powerful than me if Ongaku's right, and she always is. He's gonna kick my ass, I just know it.
::But, it is a chance to see how good I really am next to someone with far more experience.:: She thought, standing. "Alright. Do you prefer armed or unarmed combat?" She asked
"Armed."
"Hold on then, I'll meet you in the courtyard." She turned and walked back into the shrine, leaving Hiei to make his way to one of the larger, empty courtyards.
She found her katana in the weapons room and went back out to meet him. The katana was a traditional blade that had been passed through her mother's family for generations. From her grandfather to her mother, to Hikari. The blade was made of steel, with a blue sheen, indicating the very best craftsmanship of the era. The hilt was simple, and worn by age and use. The hilt was plain black ceramic, with no detail to speak of.
She faced off across from Hiei and took her stance. Hiei drew his own blade, and stood carelessly.
"That's a good blade. Expensive for this age." He commented, having learned something of human values in his time passing back and forth from Makai to Ningenkai.
"It's a family heirloom from the Sengoku Era." She replied.
"And you're using it to spar?"
"It's the only blade I have, as you said, real weapons are expensive now a days." She replied.
Hiei vs. Hikari, who will win?!
Hiei; -_-;, Me, you baka ningen.
Me; Ningen? I'm a megami! Show some respect!
Hikari; How do you figure you're gonna beat me? I'm pretty tough ya' know!
Hiei; (smirks) Hmph
Me; Jackass, review people!
Hikari left Ongaku and went into the kitchen. The kitchen was as traditional as the rest of the shrine. A blackened fire pit was in the center of the room, the fire was still crackling steadily, though a great deal smaller than the shrine fire. The spices were kept in low cupboards around the room, and the perishable fruits, vegetables, and meats were kept in the ice-box. Hikari took a tea pot from the cupboard and filled it with water from the new well that they had dug with the tourist money, being an old shrine had its advantages. She set the water to boil and added the tea leaves from the cupboard. She found some left-over rice cakes in the cabinet and put them on a tray with some cups. When the tea pot began to bubble, she put that on the tray as well and returned to the guest room.
Hiei was leaning against the wooden supports around the room, staring hard at the paper across from him, as though waiting for it to burst into flames from the mere intensity of his gaze. His eyes flicked to her, then back again. Barely acknowledging her presence.
Hikari set down the tray and poured him some tea and passed the handle-less cup to him. He accepted it with out a word.
"Why are you helping us, ningen?" He demanded.
She shrugged. "Dunno really. Why did you accept it?" He grunted and flicked his gaze over Kurama.
"How long will he be out for?" He demanded. "We have other business to attend to."
"Depends, what is he? And here's another, what are you?" She asked, sipping her tea as though asking someone what kind of creature they were was an everyday experience.
Hiei's gaze snapped to her. "You can sense Spirit Energy?"
"Iie, Ongaku-kun can. She told me that you're power was brighter than everyone else's, so is his." She nodded to Kurama.
"It's none of your business, ningen." He snapped.
Hikari leaned over to glare at him. "I think it is my business, I'm letting you stay here, I'm trusting you not to kill me or my family in our sleep, I believe I have every right to know what you are." She retorted.
"Hn." Hiei looked away. "I'm a fire demon, he's a kitsune." He growled under his breath.
Hikari sat back on her heels. "That wasn't so hard now, was it?" She smirked.
"Hn."
"Though it is hard to believe, but Ongaku-kun is never wrong about auras." She stared into her cold tea. ::Not so strange really, considering the fact that I can heal and Ongaku can see energy. I really shouldn't be all that surprised by anything he says, unless it's a blatant lie. But,:: She studied Hiei's impassive face. ::I don't think I could spot a lie if he told it, he's to controlled.::
"So, how did you get to Kyoto? And how did you get so badly wounded?" She asked.
"We were helping some allies with a fight, and hit with an attack. We ended up falling into Kyoto from Tokyo." He replied bluntly.
"How helpful." Hikari muttered.
"Hn. I saw you fight before, how skilled are you?" Hiei asked.
Hikari blinked in surprise. ::Okay, where's this going?:: "I'm a decent fighter by human standards, why?"
"Spar with me." He stood, and unsheathed his katana.
Hikari hesitated. ::He's a lot more powerful than me if Ongaku's right, and she always is. He's gonna kick my ass, I just know it.
::But, it is a chance to see how good I really am next to someone with far more experience.:: She thought, standing. "Alright. Do you prefer armed or unarmed combat?" She asked
"Armed."
"Hold on then, I'll meet you in the courtyard." She turned and walked back into the shrine, leaving Hiei to make his way to one of the larger, empty courtyards.
She found her katana in the weapons room and went back out to meet him. The katana was a traditional blade that had been passed through her mother's family for generations. From her grandfather to her mother, to Hikari. The blade was made of steel, with a blue sheen, indicating the very best craftsmanship of the era. The hilt was simple, and worn by age and use. The hilt was plain black ceramic, with no detail to speak of.
She faced off across from Hiei and took her stance. Hiei drew his own blade, and stood carelessly.
"That's a good blade. Expensive for this age." He commented, having learned something of human values in his time passing back and forth from Makai to Ningenkai.
"It's a family heirloom from the Sengoku Era." She replied.
"And you're using it to spar?"
"It's the only blade I have, as you said, real weapons are expensive now a days." She replied.
Hiei vs. Hikari, who will win?!
Hiei; -_-;, Me, you baka ningen.
Me; Ningen? I'm a megami! Show some respect!
Hikari; How do you figure you're gonna beat me? I'm pretty tough ya' know!
Hiei; (smirks) Hmph
Me; Jackass, review people!