[[chapter six: why Hiei would never make a good leader of a military takeover]]
"Kurama's coming to the room, and I don't see you there, Elli!" Nikki yelled into her microphone.
"Geez, don't yell," Elli complained. "I've got you up at full blast already!"
"Sorry," Nikki whispered. "I'm freaking out. Things aren't going exactly according to plan, and since I suffer from O.C.D., when things don't go exactlyaccording to plan, I freak out."
"Well, I'm in my judge seat, what more do you want?"
"Nothing else," she breathed, turning away to face Liz, who was watching Kuwabara and Yusuke, laughing madly. Suddenly she glanced at Neha's screen and said,
"Uh-oh."
"Uh-oh what?" Nikki asked anxiously. "Nothing bad, right?"
"Oh, not that bad," Liz said. "Hiei's trying to find the control room and get revenge on us. But with that aura-in-a-bottle thing Elli set up, we're safe." Liz leaned back on her control panel—pressing a small, hardly noticeable green button.
A neutral voice sounded, echoing through the room.
"Protection aura deactivated."
Nikki's palms were coated in a particularly unpleasant layer of sweat.
"Fix that!" she demanded.
"I can't!" Liz said desperately. "I'm not good with this sort of stuff, and anyway, it takes, like, twenty minutes to start working, and we don't have that kind of time!"
The girls watched the screen in horror as Hiei looked behind him and saw the door.
"Now I wish I didn't put that sign up...you remember the big, overly conspicuous one?" Nikki moaned.
"You fool!" Liz snapped.
"I'm not the one who deactivated our only defense!"
"True," Liz admitted. Hiei was now trying to open the door. They turned around and saw it rattling.
"Liz," Nikki said, trembling. "What are we going to do?"
"Hope for the best? I don't know, I never really thought about what my last words would be..."
The door opened. Hiei viewed the cowering girls in disdain. He advanced, enjoying their terrified looks.
"You." He enunciated every word. "You. Covered. Me. In. Tapioca. Pudding."
To his dismay, the Asian one snickered. He glared at her and she shrunk back.
"Well, it was kind of funny," she said, as though doubting it herself.
"You. Will. Pay." He tossed a ball of compressed fire back and forth in his hands. The one with brown hair jumped back, huddled behind her chair. He decided to go after her first. The Asian girl would probably kill herself to escape him. He advanced on her. It was only then that he noticed that they had probably seen them coming through the monitors. But before he could get a good look at them, something tugged his ankle.
As Hiei, the Fire Demon, fell to the tile floor and hit his head, he made a mental note: the Asians always die first.
(note: Neha is an Asian! She is not prejudiced, nor is anyone typing this fanfic! So don't complain!)