A/N: Sorry guys, but this will be a short one. I stayed after school today to type and had this with me, so I decided I would update. I'm not sure if I could get kicked off the computer for this, but the guy in charge left so… here we go! Please review! And a special thanks to HieiFan666 for the reassurance!

Chapter 3: The Other Captive

Next Morning- Hiei's POV

I woke up remembering everything, and feeling better than I should have. How could I have lost? I sat up and looked around. I was in a cell. Cold, with stone walls and a dirt floor. There were bars on the door, and the door was wooden. The only thing despite the floor that wasn't stone. What was I sitting on? I looked down. A cot, one stained red with blood. Now that I paid more attention, the floor was also stained. Was it all mine? I noticed through my ripped cloak that almost all my injuries were healed. Not even a scar visible. 'Who?' I looked around more carefully. 'There.' Someone was curled into a corner.

A girl. She looked about my height, but I couldn't be sure the way she was curled up. She had blood red hair, with black streaks in the bangs and at the end of her hair. She was shabbily dressed in a tee shirt and jeans. Not a good way to dress in a place as cold as this. Her clothes were dirty, but she didn't look too bad.

As if she felt my gaze she looked up at that moment. She had beautiful blue eyes, and I noticed her hair fell to her chin. "You're up!" She said, stating the obvious. "I'm sorry I couldn't heal all your injuries. I got too drained to finish." She got up and walked over. "I'll finish now, if you want." "Hn. They're just minor cuts." I told her, drawing back a little. For some reason I felt as if I had to thank her. That's ridiculous, I've never said thank you before, and I wasn't going to start now. "Thank you. For healing me." I said without listening to myself.

"No problem." She smiled. "Just don't tell anyone." She said. That sparked my curiosity. "Why?" Her smile faltered and slipped off her face. "Because if you help people around here you get beaten." She answered. "So why help me?" I knew it wasn't a comfortable subject, but I wanted to know. Why help someone you don't even know, if it could get you beaten? "Because when I first came, and was in a cell with others, no one would help me. I had been tortured and no one would help me when I was too weak to heal myself. They would heal themselves or no one. I'm not like that, and I hated that helpless feeling." We were somewhat alike.

"By the way, I'm Enrikka." She told me. "Hiei." I answered. "Why are we here?" I asked. "I don't know about you, but I was brought here because I have a certain power. The demon who runs this place captures anybody he sees fit to use for anything. But I haven't been cooperating, so I'm still here."

I knew what she meant, cooperate and die, you'll be of no more use. I suddenly realized why I was here and grinned wickedly. Enrikka noticed, and smiled as well. "What?" She asked. "I just realized I was brought here for my Koorime tears, and I never cry."

A/N: Well, that's it. Is it still good? I'm not sure I like where it is going, because I think I want them to be captured longer, but that would leave the rest of the gang hanging. All well. And I didn't give anything away…you guys knew they had to get out sometime… well. Maybe. Review and you'll find out!

Hasta Luego,

Katana Blade