AN: okie, its like I said before, this chapter is dedicated to tuathafaerie and Crystal Koneko. Hope you guys like it and everyone else. And thanks to Dark Comet and kuramalover21 as well.

Chapter 4: Killing is good for the soul

Yusuke – Hiei should be grateful that I did this for him. After this is all done, he should be happy that he finally has a place that looks nice to live in.

Shizuru – I don't even think that Hiei knows what the meaning of colors is.

Shuichi – His personality is like a Goth and yet some punk. But he is more an individualist and anti-social.

Yukina – My brother is actually a really nice person. He just doesn't like to show it a lot.

Koenma (former boss) – Who? Hiei? That little punk? What about him? If you want to know about him, I've got all his records right here. (a stack of papers is taken out of a large bag) As you can see from right here, Hiei was almost thrown into jail. But if it weren't for incredible old me, he would have spent the rest of his life in jail. So he should be grateful to me.

Yusuke – Do I get paid for doing this?

Keiko – Bright colors on Hiei? That's an odd picture to see.

Kuwabara – I would pay money, just to see Hiei in pink.

Koenma – Hiei's boss now? She's um... busy at the moment. She's um... sleeping. Yeah, that's right, she sleeping. (On his TV screen is Mukuro killing some demons)

Shuichi – Hiei actually saying a thank you sincerely? If he did that, then I would ask one of the Fab Five for a kiss on the lips.

Botan – Wait, Hiei has an apartment? When did this happen?

----------- with Kyan, Jai, and Hiei ----------

"We're going to the gym! We're going to the gym! We're going to the gym to get buffer! We're going to the gym to see hot guys sweat!" Kyan sang while they were doing a light jog.

"Where we're going is actually called a dojo, not a gym," Jai corrected.

"Oh, okay," Kyan said and then began singing again. "We're going to the dojo! We're going to the dojo! We're going to the dojo to see hot half naked Asian guys! Go hot Asian guys!"

Kill him. Kill him now. Please kill him now.

Hiei didn't know whether if he was the one who wanted to die or to kill the guy man singing.

"Hot Asian guys! Hot Asian guys! How I love hot Asian guys!" Kyan kept singing. "Their big muscles! Their super fast speed! Oh how I would love to be in the arms of a hot Asian guy! So we're going to the dojo to see HOTT ASIAN GUYS!!"

"SHUT UP!" Hiei yelled. He was at his ends limit. His face was red in anger and his hands were at his katana and were dangerously close to be taken out.

"What's the matter Hiei-kun? Don't you like my singing?" Kyan asked.

"Don't call me Hiei-kun!"

"Okay! Hiei-chan!"

"Grrrr."

"Don't like that either, huh? Okay. I got one! Hi-koi!"

Hiei tripped and fell face flat on the ground. Jai busted out laughing. He laughed so much that he too fell on the ground and was rolling. In circles mind you. Kyan just looked at the crazy looking Jai and the pale, paralyzed looking Hiei still on the ground and blinked.

"Was it something I said?"

--------------- at Hiei's apartment ---------------

"He wouldn't put on the pretty clothes that I picked for him and then he punched me!" Carson cried on the shoulder of Thom. Huge tear drops were dropping out of his eyes and his mouth opened wide in a wail.

"There, there, Carson. I'm sure Hiei-kun didn't mean it," Thom patted his back on comfort.

"But that's not the worst of it!" Carson brought his head up and scrunched his face in a dramatic pose. Tears of saddest still running down his eyes. "The worst part was... He didn't even model for me! And I didn't get to tuck his shirt in the jeans that I picked for him!"

Ted and Thom gasped in shock. Carson dropped his head back onto Thom's shoulder and cried loudly. Ted had a thoughtful look on his face and then he pulled some papers out of his pocket and quickly looked through them.

"Here it is!" he yelled in triumph.

"What did you find?" Thom asked curiosity.

"Well, remember those papers that Yusuke gave us in case something happens?"

"Yeah?"

"Well these are it."

"Ooh."

"What does it say about short guys not modeling for me?" Carson asked and then sniffed loudly.

"Hiei will not model for you," Ted read off one of the papers.

"Hmm. Maybe we should have read those papers before I took Hiei out shopping."

"What else does it say?" Thom asked.

"Hiei hates being called short. Hiei hates anything considered cute by definition of girls. Hiei hates everyone. Chances of Hiei punching someone are 20 out of 10. Chances of Hiei losing his temper are 30 out of 10. Hiei runs very, very, very, very, very, very, very fast. Do not ever bring up the subject of family or even worst; never ask him any questions pertaining to family, especially sisters that should not know that she is a sister. If action is done, I cannot/will not protect you against Hiei's black dragon," Ted read.

"I wonder why we shouldn't bring up the topic of family," Thom said in wonder.

"Maybe we should ask him," Carson said.

"Yeah."

"I agree."

"Especially about the whole sister thing," Carson added.

"Yep," both Thom and Ted chorused.

"But what does it mean about the 'black dragon'?" Thom asked.

"Probably a stuff animal."

"A stuff animal? I love stuff animals!" Carson exclaimed. "Let's go look for it!"

"Okay!" both Thom and Ted eagerly agreed.

------------ back to Hiei, Kyan, and Jai ------------

"AAHHHHH!!"

A high pitch scream was heard from several blocks away from the source.

"AAAHHHHHHHH!" Kyan could be seen running a maniac with his arms high in the air and eyes wide.

"Hiei! Please don't kill Kyan!" Jai said in a pathetic attempt to try and not have Hiei kill his friend. So far he wasn't having any luck because he was currently clinging on Hiei's shoulders while the lower part of his body was being flipped wildly into the air and then slammed down onto the ground.

Boy, Hiei sure was fast and strong. He was only three steps from touching Kyan. And Kyan was a very good runner and he could run at a fast pace for a long period of time. But Hiei was an even faster runner and it looked like he hasn't even lost his first wind even though he had been running for the past 20 minutes and what Jai thought, to be his top speed. Kyan was already tired and had been for the past 15 minutes, but the only thing that kept him from stopping was the shear terror of Hiei killing him. The cameraman (cameraman #3), already given up of chasing the three on foot, was currently filming from inside a car that was following them.

"AAAAAHHHHHHH!" Kyan flew past a young man and older woman.

"Please stop!" Hiei and Jai ran past them too. To the woman, it seemed like the three (well two if you think about it) ran like the wind and she thought she caught a glimpsed of someone familiar.

"Shuichi, wasn't that your friend Hiei?" Kurama's mother asked her son as she looked in the direction that the three ran in.

"No, mother. I have never seen those people in my life," Kurama said. 'Looks like Hiei has new friends,' he thought.

Kyan couldn't take it anymore. He was dead tired and had to stop. So he did. In front of a very traditional Japanese looking dojo. Kyan dropped in front of gates and Hiei stopped just as he fell. Jai dropped to the ground as well. The lower part of his body was battered. His pants were torn and covered in dirt and his shoes were missing. Both were breathing heavily. Just as Hiei was about to beat the poor gay man, the gates to the dojo opened. An elder man of about 65 or so stepped out.

"So you finally arrived," he said. He took one look at the two on the ground and at the angry looking boy glaring at the men. Notice that it says boy. "I assume that one of you is called Jai?"

"That's... that's me," Jai wheezed out.

"I see. Please, come inside." The man went back inside the dojo. Kyan and Jai both stood up shakily and then dropped back down.

"A little help here?" Kyan asked Hiei.

"Hn." Hiei walked casually inside.

Inside the dojo was other students practicing and all bowed to the elder man as he passed by them. The man slowly led Hiei down the halls and into a room where a small class of late teens and early twenties was practicing. All bowed to the old man as well.

Then the old man turned to Hiei and waited for a moment before speaking. "I am Kapera Taro, the master of this dojo and one of the only four Shihondai living in this dojo as well."

"Kapera, I don't believe that that name is Japanese," Jai said tiredly. He and Kyan had help going inside the dojo and both were currently sitting on the floor and still pale.

"It isn't," Taro replied. "I was adopted by an African couple who moved to Japan. Now you must be Jaganeshi Hiei," he turned back to Hiei. "I say that I expected someone older."

"Nani?!"

Kyan and Jai burst out laughing.

"It's the height!" Jai said through giggles.

Taro looked surprised and then looked at Hiei more closely. Hiei's red eyes flared in anger. "Oh. I apologize. I thought that you were a 10 year old boy."

"Grrr."

"My eyes are not what they use to be," Taro continued, ignoring Hiei's growl. "These two men tell that you're quite an accomplished fighter. I would like to see you fight. Taichi-san!" He beckoned to one of the students in the room.

A brown haired man came over. He looked to be about 22 years old and was very tall. He towered over Hiei by two feet. "Hai, Taro-sensei." He bowed to Taro.

"I want you to have a battle with Jaganeshi-san. These two," points to Jai and Kyan, "say that he is very good. I want to see for myself."

"Hai Taro-sensei," Taichi bowed again to his sensei and then smiled half goofy and half mockingly to Hiei. He obviously was underestimating Hiei because of his height. Oh well, his funeral.

As the two walked towards the center of the room and all the others went to the side to not in the fight, Hiei heard Kyan say to Jai, "10 bucks say that this guy knocks Hiei out in 5 minutes."

"Kyan! That's mean!" Jai said in shock. "But make it 15."

"You're on."

"Your friends don't seem to have much confidence in you," Taichi said to Hiei and smirked.

"They weren't my friends," Hiei replied back. His tone and face was blank.

"Shall I go easy on you? I'm one of the best students in my class," Taichi boosted and took his fighting position.

"Hn. Even if you did your best, you'd still lose," Hiei did a light smirk. He didn't even take a fighting stance. This ningen wasn't worth it.

"You asked for it!" Taichi let out a battle cry a swung a punch at Hiei, who only stepped to the side. A bit angered that he missed and a bit impressed too, Taichi did a round house kick. Hiei jumped up to avoid it.

The taller man saw that his opponent was much better than he thought, started to use is full strength and speed. His punches became faster and his kicks harder. Hiei lazily dodged all of these. Taichi than became mad and did an upper cut followed quickly by a side kick. Hiei stepped back from the upper cut and blocked the kick. Taichi really got mad then. He started to punch wildly at Hiei. When he saw that none of his fists connected with the shorter man, he jumped into the air and did a flying kick. Bored with the baka ningen's tactics, Hiei grabbed Taichi's foot from the air and swung him around once and let go. Taichi flew into and through the wall.

"" was Taichi. Cameramen #3 was shaking as he filmed. The other students in the room back away from Hiei as far as they could. Students from the other side the wall peeked in the room from the rather large hole.

"Hi sensei!" a girl waved from the hole.

"Looks like I won 15 bucks," Jai said happily. Kyan groaned in despair and gave Jai his money.

"You are much stronger than I thought," Taro said. "Get me Kouji!"

All of the students' head snapped up from hearing the name. Whispers broke through from the students.

"Who's Kouji?" Kyan asked Taro.

"Kouji is the best swordsman that this school has ever seen," one the students answered for Taro. "He even beaten Taro-sensei and is another Shihondai living in this dojo. Although he is still young, he is very accomplished."

'The best swordsman this school has ever seen, huh? We'll see about that,' Hiei thought to himself.

Soon a young man of about 24 came into the room and bowed in respected to Taro, "You called me?" He was of medium height, black haired, and had a wooden sword in his hand.

"Hot Asian guy!" Kyan half whispered and half yelled in delight at the sight of Kouji.

"Yes, Kouji. This is Janganeshi Hiei. He has recently beaten Taichi-san very easily. He is very good in fighting and I was told that he was even better at fighting with a sword. I was wondering if you would like to have a spar with him."

Kouji looked at the large hole in the wall and then at Hiei. He was measuring Hiei out from appearance. The only thoughts that ran through his head were, 'Small guy. Small guy. Small guy. Small guy. Small guy. Small guy. Small guy. Small guy. Small guy.'

Hiei glared daggers at him. He had heard the other guy's thought. This guy was going to die.

"Okay," Kouji said. "I will spar with you." he moved towards the center of the room and in front of Hiei who was waiting.

"Hiei-kun! Here!" Kyan tossed a wooden sword to Hiei, who caught it easily. Hiei swung the wooden 'stick' once to get the feel of it. It was much lighter than his trusty katana hidden in his clothes. Hiei thought about just using his katana inside, but then thought against it. It wouldn't be fair to the ningen for him to use a real sword. Then again, it wasn't even fair now for the ningen since he was using a weapon to spare with him. But who said that it had to be fair when the ningen was going to die for call him small?

Kouji took a stance. "Are you ready?"

Hiei dully held up the wooden 'stick' in an attack position. Kouji frowned at Hiei's casual stance.

"Do not be fooled by such carelessness!" Taro warned Kouji. "Jaganeshi-san is confident in his abilities and has every right to be. I have seen what he could do. He is very good in what he does."

Kouji's eyes became guarded upon hearing the words of his former master. Unlike Taichi, Kouji let Hiei take the first move. Hiei smirked at the ningen's foolish move. He came at Kouji at a slow pace, which was fast to everyone else, and strike at Kouji with the wooden 'stick'. Kouji barely managed to block it. He gasped in surprise. He didn't expect Hiei to move so fast.

In 5 seconds flat, Kouji was on the floor with his eyes in swirls, unconscious, and his wooden sword in pieces. Everyone had their jaws wide open and down on the ground. Including Taro. Their eyes were huge as saucers and their expressions shock in disbelief. Hiei calmly dropped the wooden 'stick' to the ground and walked out of the dojo. Jai and Kyan (who reluctantly followed because he was still staring at Kouji and some other guys who were of late 20s) followed behind with cameraman #3 at their trial.

One hour later at the dojo, everyone was still staring at the spot where Hiei had stood. Kouji was still out cold.

-------------- at Studio 17 -------------

"Please Hiei. Please get a hair cut. Please!" Kyan pleaded with Hiei. His was hugging Hiei's legs and making puppy dog eyes at him.

Hiei looked at him in disgust. ALL gay ningens were weird. No. Forget weird. All gay ningen are ANNOYING and BIZARRE and FREAKS!

Hiei tried to move a step forward without falling. Five minutes later, Hiei had moved a total of 5 centimeters. Kyan's hold on him became tighter. Hiei tried kicking him away but his legs wouldn't move. Then he tried to punch the man on his legs, but Jai jumped on his back before he could.

Now he had two gay men on him. One on his legs and one on his back. He growled. This was not a good day. Then he tried moving again. Five minutes later, Hiei had moved a total of 2 centimeters. Cameraman #3 was having a field day.

"Please! PWEESSEE! Just one inch and I'll be happy!" Kyan cried in desperation.

"FINE!" Hiei snapped. He was irritated to the point where he would do almost anything to make them stop. "I'll do it! I'll get my hair cut. But one inch. Any more than that and you die."

"Yay!" Kyan jumped up in happiness. He and Jai slapped their hands in the air. Hiei growled once and stalked into the hair salon called Studio 17. Kyan and Jai following behind him.

"Cut only an inch," Hiei told the hair stylist. The hair stylist, who was a woman, looked at Kyan who nodded in agreement.

So the hair stylist began to wet Hiei's hair first. Then she squirted shampoo onto her hands and brought it to Hiei's hair. It was so soft, even when it was wet. She then covered his hair in shampoo foam. His hair was so soft. She massaged his scalp and ran her fingers through his hair. So soft. She looked down at Hiei's face and saw that he was staring at her coldly. She blushed and quickly rinsed his hair. Then she blow dried it and ran her fingers quickly through it again.

"Stop doing that," Hiei snapped at her. She blushed even harder.

"Is there something wrong?" Kyan asked coming up to them.

The woman brought Kyan aside and said, "His hair is... so soft."

Kyan looked at her strangely before he too ran his fingers through Hiei's hair. His eyes widen in wonder and then he went to Jai. "Jai, feel Hie-chan's hair. It's so soft."

Jai went to where Hiei was sitting, there was no mirror in front of him, and Jai also ran his fingers through Hiei's hair. Then Kyan followed suit and so too did the hair stylist. Cameraman #3, curious what the big deal was with Hiei's hair, also ran his fingers through Hiei's hair. It was so freaking soft!

Hiei, on the other hand, felt something go through his hair for quite a while now. It was getting very disturbing. Wait, scratch that, it was disturbing. So he jolted up from his seat, to see four people's hands out stretched to where his head was. "WHAT ARE YOU ALL DOING?!"

"Hehe... Would you believe us, if we said nothing?" Kyan said weakly.

The katana came out.

"Who would have thought that hair that sticks up in the air was so soft," Jai commented before he and the other three ran for their lives.