"This is why I don't trust you alone," Hiei said. "This happens when I leave you by yourself."
He held Unmei against a tree. A few slain demons were on the ground around them; their blood still on Hiei's katana when he sheathed it.
"Let me go," she said, not making eye contact.
He pulled her back from the tree's broad base and shoved her back into it. "No. Look what almost happened. You might've been killed and I would've gotten in trouble for it."
"No… I could've—"
"You could've taken care of yourself? Maybe if you were armed." He grabbed her shoulder and watched her cringe. "Blood. You're bleeding. You're hurt. Here." He looked over her. "And here."
She wouldn't make eye contact. He grabbed her face and made her look at him, getting the blood from her arm on her face. She whimpered.
"You're not leaving my sight from now on. Do you understand? I'm not getting in trouble for you're stupidity."
She nodded a little bit. He grabbed her arm, on the gash again and dragged her to a small house, about four miles from Genkai's temple.
"We'll be staying here, it's smaller. I can keep a better eye on you here— And stop trying to get away, I'm not going to hurt you."
"You're hurting my arm," she said quietly.
He let go and walked in the kitchen. "Come on, get in here."
She followed a little slowly. He put his hands on her waist, picked her up, and sat her down on the counter. She was looking out one of the small windows.
He took a hold of her arm, just slightly more gently then he had before and began cleaning the cut. He wrapped it up in a small bandage. "You're too much trouble." He dressed what other cuts and scrapes he could see. "Anything else?"
She nodded and pulled her hair out of her face, revealing a small but bloody cut at her hairline. Hell, he couldn't see the cut it had bled so much, the blood ran down the side of her face where her hair had been. He got a small kitchen towel and got half of it wet and started to wipe away to blood gently and placed a small bandage over it.
"That's all?"
She nodded. He could smell more blood.
"Where's the last one?"
"I don—"
"Where is it? If you die on my watch—"
She slid off the counter, turned her back to him and pulled her shirt off. He looked at her back. Three long gashes ran from the upper right to the lower left of her back. Hiei went back to the sink and rinsed the towel before cleaning the gashes. He started wrapping the bandages around her passing it from one hand to the other in front and back of her, so he could stay behind her, the way she'd wrapped him up earlier. She pulled her shirt back on.
"Can we go to get my stuff?" she asked.
"It's already here."
She closed her eyes. "I hate it here… I wish I was back in Makai."
"You came from Makai?" She nodded. "This is the first time you've been to Ningenkai?" She nodded again.
"I've never even met her before," she said, motioning in the direction of the temple.
He dropped the towel in the sink. "You go change. And don't try anything." She nodded and went up the stairs slowly.
Weeks, then months passed. Unmei was enrolled in the high school Kurama, Kuwabara, and Yusuke went to (How Yusuke and Kuwabara passed the exam no one knew but them). Hiei watched her less closely now. She'd stopped trying to run off and the attacks had stopped. Her father wanted her moved into an apartment close to the school to keep things easier. He thought if she was staying in the mountains, things could get complicated easily. He'd obviously never been to a Japanese city. She'd met Yusuke, Kuwabara, Kurama, and just about everyone else by now. She'd been living in the city for a few months. It'd been two years since she'd come over from Makai.
She was asleep at her desk when the teacher shook her a little by the shoulder. "Ms. Iseki, are you quite alright?"
Unmei sat up and looked around a little. "No, may I be excused from class?" she asked, as innocently as possible. The teacher nodded and she pulled her books into the bag she carried and walked out of the classroom into the hallway. She slid into her shoes and hopped up the stairs to the roof, expecting everyone else to be there, but she didn't see anyone. Hiei walked up behind her.
"What are you doing out of class?" he asked, a slight smirk on his face.
"Uh… I was just headed to the—"
"On the roof?"
"Well…"
"Why are you up here?" he asked.
"Why are you up here?"
He advanced towards her. "My patience grows thin, Unmei."
"I uh…" she backed up, "Well I feel sick so I—"
"That does not explain why—"
"I don't like the nurse so I just came up here."
He sighed in annoyance. She leaned against the wall Hiei had backed her into and slide down it.
"Intimidation isn't very nice," she said. "But I do think this is the most you've said in a month or two."
He glared down at her and kneeled down so his eyes sat a few inches above hers. He lifted her chin up so she looked directly into his eyes. "You're sick. Go to the nurse."
"I don't like her, and I'm not that sick."
"Yes you are."
"How do you know?"
He sighed. "Go get your things, I'll take you home."
"But I—"
"Hush."