AMITY
Movement 5

The bells attached the Fujiko's doorknob rang ferociously.

"So, this is your home?" Hiei asked, looking around. Kurama flipped on a light switch.

"Obviously..." she replied, in a cynical way. Hiei growled gently.

"Fujiko-san, where are you medicines?" Kurama asked, not wanting to waste anymore of Fujiko's life. She motioned to the washroom gently. Kurama nodded in response as he walked into the washroom, examining what exactly she had hidden away.

"My... she has enough drugs to overdose a youkai in here..." he observed. Kurama rummaged through her cabinets a bit and managed to find some gauze. He also picked up a small vial marked 'Cleanser' for her wounds as well.

"Hiei, please bring her into her bedroom," Kurama instructed once more. Hiei obeyed, carrying her into her bedroom and gently laying her down on her stomach. By this time, she was slipping into an unconscious state, but holding on to her consciousness fiercely. If she hated one thing, it would be passing out.

"Okay. Hiei, please stay nearby incase I need you. Don't worry; it won't be very long, now go... I need to undress her," Kurama announced. Hiei's face dropped.

"Kisama! Just what are you planning on doing!" Hiei yelled. Kurama shushed him.

"Quiet! I have to make sure I cleanse and mend all of her wounds," he said with a grin. Hiei sweatdropped big time.

"Che..." Hiei interjected as he slammed the door to her bedroom.

Kurama slipped the top of her fuku off her head gently, as he was met with an elegant surprise.

"My... she is indeed a yousei," he said to himself. Sprouting from her back were beautiful, glittery wings. Kurama leaned in a bit as he gently felt her lovely extensions. "It's like silk..."

"OI! Kurama!" Hiei yelled as he barged in, having caught glimpse of Kurama stroking her wings. "This isn't some fairy porno! Tend to her wounds already!"

Kurama laughed vigorously.

"Yes yes, I suppose you are right," he said in agreement as he began to cleanse her wounds. Fujiko groaned as she was still faintly cognizant.

"Ssshh now, this shall sting a bit, but at least you won't die," Kurama smiled at her reassuringly. He gently dabbed her wounds, taping them up shortly afterwards. Hiei observed this process, and was somewhat shocked by the amount of scars on her body. Nonetheless, she was still a beautiful creature.

Kurama attempted to turn Fujiko over onto her back, but she protested with all the energy she had left in her body. He looked at her face and noticed she was red with embarrassment.

"Hiei, will you go grab me a drink, please?"

"Temee! Do I look like your slave?" Hiei retorted, as he walked out of her bedchamber towards the kitchen. Kurama winked gently at Fujiko as she relaxed, allowing him to mend her wounds once more.

"You're shy around Hiei... how cute," he said in a low tone to her. She snickered a bit, gently though. Kurama looked her over once, and nodded.

"I believe you're all mended," he announced. Fujiko sat up, flexing her arms a bit. She groaned again as her body as incredibly stiff.

"Great... I'm already injured again. This is terrible," she announced, bowing her head. Kurama looked at her for a minute.

"You... stood up to that shadow youkai, though. I noticed the way you got angry whenever he insulted Hiei and ridiculed your relationship with him. You have a fighting spirit, although it is just a tiny spark," Kurama told her. Fujiko looked up at him with large, childish eyes that told of slight awkwardness.

Outside the room listening, standing against the wall, was Hiei.

"Naturally, if I get angry my will to fight kicks in... but, I just don't have the will to fight!" she protested.

"You don't want to; there is a difference, you know," Kurama replied. Fujiko started to say something, but his comment silenced her.

"You just... need to always wear a strong fighting spirit," he concluded. She looked at him, her eyes weighed down with sadness.

"I know," she whispered, looking at the floor. "You're such a sharp guy, Kurama-san." He smiled gently in her direction.

At that moment, Hiei entered the room again. His eyes laid on Kurama for a moment, as he announced: "I already drank it." Naturally, it was a fib.

Fujiko and Kurama giggled.

"That's... perfectly fine Hiei," Kurama said, looking over at Fujiko. He cleared his throat.

Fujiko smiled gently at Hiei, but then she realized that she still had no top on. Her face lit up red as she grabbed for a pillow, squeaking once.

"G... gomen..." she hid her face behind the pillow as well. Kurama chuckled tenderly as Hiei kind of looked away, not knowing what to think.

"Oh God, Kurama-san, how rude of me! Thank you so much for taking care of me," Fujiko exclaimed. "And Hiei-san... I'm sorry for getting blood all over your cloak," she added. Hiei grunted a little as a sign of acceptance. Fujiko smiled gently. "I could wash it out for you, if you'd like. It'd be the least I could do."

"You should just rest," he replied.

"Oh, please!" she pleaded softly. He removed it with one swipe of his hand and dropped it in front of her. She smiled at him.

"If you'll please excuse me for just a moment," she said politely as she took Hiei's cloak, using it as cover for her chest. Fujiko walked past the both of them, smiling contentedly, as she closed the bathroom door. Kurama and Hiei looked at each other.

"So are you going to leave?" Hiei asked. Kurama shrugged his shoulders a bit.

"I do not know. If she wants my company, I'd stay, of course. I didn't have any plans for this evening except schoolwork and that can wait," he replied. Hiei studied his face.

"I'll be leaving once she cleans my cloak," Hiei announced. Kurama smiled at him.

"Fujiko-san is a nice girl, ne, Hiei?"

"Why would you ask me such a question?"

"Because I know that you're aware of it."

"Hn."

Inside the washroom, Fujiko was scrubbing Hiei's cloak in the sink. She shivered a bit from the coldness of the water.

"Aie... this feels so nice..." she smiled to herself. "I'm doing Hiei's laundry; if you don't think about the circumstances, it's a sweet thing. Maybe I'm just stupid," she giggled.

Kurama and Hiei heard a soft giggle from inside the bathroom as they looked at each other again.

"How sweet," Kurama announced in a placid tone. "She must be thinking about someone special." He giggled a bit as he glanced towards Hiei.

"Che! Don't ridicule me," Hiei said in a grumpy tone. Kurama sighed in an unpromising tone. The doorknob of the bathroom turned, as Fujiko's eyes peeked out.

"Hiei-san, your cloak should be dry in a little while..." she announced, coming out with her back to the men, hiding her chest. "I apologize for being so blatant," Fujiko whispered as she bent in front of her clothes dresser.

"Don't," Kurama interjected. "We'll wait for you in the living room, Fujiko-san." Hiei nodded at Kurama, and the two made their way into Fujiko's living room. She let out a huge sigh, feeling extremely relieved.

"What am I doing?" she asked herself, as she fastened on a backless bra; anything more would ruin her beautiful wings and that was absolutely out of the question. She slipped out of what was left of her skirt and tossed it aside, rummaging through her drawers for a decent outfit.

"Kurama..." Hiei began. "I still don't see why we're staying."

"She may want to speak to us about what happened, and I wanted to give her a fair chance," he replied. "Fujiko wants to tell us something, I can feel it in her actions."

"Didn't you say she already told you about her past though?"

"Bits and pieces. She was mighty vague even then," Kurama speculated. "I just don't—"

"Sorry to keep you boys waiting," Fujiko interrupted as she emerged from her bedroom. Hiei and Kurama turned to see her.

"That's perfectly fine," Kurama replied, examining her change of clothing. It was as if she was a different girl now; clad in cloth shorts, a loose fitting jersey, and a pair ofsilverarmbands. Fujiko was quite a cute girl.

"Would you like a snack? I have a cake in the fridge that I was saving for company," she requested. Hiei's eyes lit up.

"Cake? Isn't that the sweet gooey stuff we had before, Kurama?" Hiei asked, his voice interested. Kurama nodded softly as she tried not to laugh. Fujiko smiled brightly.

"I'll go and get it then," Fujiko announced in a happy tone.

"And I'll help you," Kurama added. The two walked off into the kitchen, leaving Hiei to his own devices. His eyes danced around the room, observing everything in sight.

"She has a really tiny place to live..." Hiei thought to himself as he sat on her extremely cushy couch. His body sank in a bit as he groaned. "It's nothing like Kurama's room. The only thing that's the same is the scent of flowers."

"Hiei-saaaan..." Fujiko called in a sing-song tone. She returned to the room with a small plate holding a moderately-sized slice of cake and a white mug. He sat up a bit as she placed his snack on the coffee table.

"Here you are," she said with a smile. "Cake and cocoa. Kurama told me that you liked cocoa." Hiei's eyes traced up to Fujiko, to Kurama, and then back to Fujiko's smiling expression.