Hiei tapped on Kurama's window. The curtains opened and Chinmoku looked out at him. Hiei opened the window.

"What are you doing here?" Chinmoku asked.

"Why are you in Kurama's bedroom?"

"I… uh…"

"That's what I thought." Hiei climbed in the window and looked around. "Where is he?"

"Downstairs," Chinmoku said.

Hiei went out the door and towards the staircase.

"He'll be back in—"

Hiei was already downstairs. He walked into the kitchen.

"Hiei, what are you doing here? It's… five in the morning," Kurama said.

"If she calls, I'm in Makai."

"What?"

Hiei went out the backdoor and was gone. Kurama sighed and went back upstairs.

…: Later :…

Unmei looked in the mirror. There wasn't even a bruise. Hiei had just thrown her off balance. She looked down into the sink.

"Why'd he do that? I mean… it's not like I'm that pretty… and he doesn't really like anyone. Why would he like me?"

"You're talking to yourself again."

Her head shot up. In the mirror behind her was the pale blue ice demon. Heiki. He'd cut his green hair. Her eyes got wide. Her body was sick, how could she fight him like this?

"Maybe it's because you are pretty. Or maybe all that time taking care of you, fighting with you, and watching you sleep's just got him frustrated." He grabbed her hips.

She closed her eyes. "Heiki… please go…"

"You're beautiful when you sleep."

"Heiki… do you want me to die?"

"Not yet, no. Why?"

"Because if you do to me what you always do to me, tonightI'll die."

He looked at her. She was pale. And she hadn't fought back yet. "You're sick." That explained the wire basket full of medicine and the thermometer he'd seen in her room.

She nodded. "Please just go…"

"You think I'm going to go? Now? When you're at your weakest? When I could do anything to you?"

She clenched her fist around a pair of scissors she kept in the bathroom to cut bandages and gauze. He hadn't seen them yet.

"When I could get any secret from you? I could get any information about what your little friends are doing to try and stop us."

"I don't know anything."

"Why not?" He leaned his head down and kissed her neck. His lips sent chills down her spine. She shivered and he grinned.

"No one trusts me anymore. No one believes that I wasn't helping you… No one except Chinmoku…"

"All the more reason to join us. You'd have trust with me."

"I'd never turn my back on them…"

"You just forced one of them out of your home. A bad move on your part."

"That was different…"

"The one that loves you, no less."

"He doesn't love me…"

"Sure he does. But soon he'll find out that's hopeless. It's hopeless to love you. You're hopeless."

She glared at him in the mirror.

"You are," he said. "He tries to show you that he loves you, and you hit him." Heiki laughed. "You'll never be able to love again. Not after me."

She shoved the scissors back towards his gut. He caught her hand.

"Strike a nerve did I?"

"Shut up!" She started struggling.

He took the scissors from her hand, opened the blades up and put them to her neck. She stopped moving.

"Good girl." He turned her around and kissed her. She turned her head to the side. "Stop that," he said. He grabbed her face and ice spread from his fingertips over her cheek. He dropped the scissors in the sink and threw her into the bedroom.

She stood back up slowly. "He'll come back…"

"Not now he won't," He said. "If I were you, I'd give up. Struggling's just gonna make this worse. He walked towards her.