Cub: this chapter is going to de about what hiei and kaori do while every one is away, if you know what i mean.
hiei: i don't get it.
cub: yea, me neither. oh yea, i'm having a nother contest.
hiei: what's this one for?
cub: i need a character profile for the black winged angel.
it can be a boy, or a girl. they can be a bad ass, or a sweet heart. it's up to you. on with the story.

we find kaori and hiei siting in a small kitchen. kaori was was sturing a bowl of black goo, it suposedly being the cake mix for her coracora choco cake. at the moment hiei realy wished he didn't have a good sence of smeling.
for right now, his nostrals were burning. and it was all kaori's stupid cake's falt.
kaori: i know your just going to love my delisious cake.
she poured the mix into a pan, placed it in the oven and startedto leave the kitchen.
kaori: you coming hiei?
hiei/gave an uneasy glance at the oven/ of course.
about 45 minutes later.
kaori: the cake should be about done.
kaori and hiei walked into the kitchen. oosing from the oven was a dark brown substence.
kaori: what the.
kaori opened the oven when a blob with teeth lunged at her.
kaori: ahhhhhhhhhh! run away, killer cake. ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
blob: muuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhh. muuuuuuuuuuuu.
kaori and hiei ran around the kitchen in circels trying to get away from the killer blob of cake.
hiei: what kind of cake did you say this was?
kaori: kaori's famouse coracora choco cake. but it's never done this before.
hiei: what, you mean your cake's don't normaly try to eat you?
kaori: no, never.
hiei/sweat drops/ that was a retorical question.
kaori: what's retorical mean?
hiei: i'm gona die, i'm gona die, i'm gona die. i'm die, and the i'm gona be eaten by a cake.
kaori: why must the good die young/get's hit on the head with a spice jar/ why must the good get hit on the head?
while kaori and hiei try to distroye the evil coracora choco cake, the others are making their way up the moutian where omushoo lives.

hiei: what did that chapter have to do with anything?
cub: it didn't)
hiei: i hate you.
cub: don't forget about my contes for the black angel.
it can be a boy or a girl. later, and please review.