Hiei's spirit beast

It was a sunny cheerful day; the birds were singing, there was a sweet refreshing breeze, flowers were in bloom, and even a few rabbits were lolloping cutely through the grass out side a window. In this window, a small, black swathed figure glared hatefully at the merriment, touching the spot on his belt where his katana once was. The koorime wanted nothing more than to burn, slash, and/or crush everything in site; and he would have done it if not for the bars on the window, the wards on his wrists that restricted his yoki, and the double constrained ward strapped over the Jagan in his forehead.

He drew the black curtain over the window hotly, kicking the wall. His feet were even shackled, preventing him from taking large steps or kicking things too hard. The small gray room had a cot on one wall adjacent to the window, and across from that a sink and toilet; across from the window was a wall with a heavy, metal door with no handle on the inside. The metal door creaked open, making him want to grind his teeth. A familiar blue ogre stepped in, holding a ring of keys. "Hiei Jaganshi?"

"Who else would it be, you great blue idiot! My name is on the #ing door!" Hiei snapped. The ogre nodded and motioned for him to follow. Growling to his self, the fire yokai shuffled after him, staring at the floor. The ogre led him down many quiet halls to a large office with a desk and a wide television screen. Behind the desk sat what appeared to be a small child with a large, important-looking hat, and a bulbous pacifier. Hiei snarled in the direction of the child. "Ah, good morning Hiei, I trust you had a peaceful night's rest?" the small boy asked politely. Hiei had a few choice words for the tiny ruler of Reikai, which there is no rating high enough for discretion. The ogre standing near him blushed purple and looked mortified.

"Well, if having a potty-mouth was a crime, you would be sentenced for eternity!" Koenma said, turning red with embarrassment.

"Get to the point, toddler!" Hiei spat.

"Yes-well," Koenma cleared his throat and lugged a huge file onto his desk, nearly his equal in height, "Do you know what this is, Hiei?"

"Paper, baka."

"My patience grows thin, Hiei. Tell me what the paper is."

"Recyclable."

"AARG! IT'S YOUR CRIMINAL RECORD!" the prince stamped his small foot.

"I reiterate: what is your point?"

"Your most recent crime, for which you have been detained and restrained, was for attacking a musician during a concert and setting the music hall on fire, not to mention injuring several innocent ningens in the process of your escape."

"The stupid ningen singer sounded like she needed to be put out of her misery, I was merely obliging her. It isn't my fault if the shabbily clad, wailing onna hypnotized her followers with her chest to try and stop me. This 'Brittany Spears' is an evil brain-washing harpy; punish her!" (I don't like Brittany Spears!)

" That is the straw the broke the camels back! You are totally out of control, either in Makai, Reikai, or Ningenkai! It must stop. Locking you up and punishing you doesn't seem to be helping you reform at all, so I have devised a different way to deal with you."

"Different?" Hiei said indifferently, but he could not mask his curiosity.

"I'm going to release you; ogre, free him at once!" George knelt to unlock the shackles on the yokai's ankles as Hiei gaped in shock.

"You're freeing me?"

"Yep, you may go any where you want, do what ever you want, and I won't stop you." George removed the wards on his wrists, and untied the multiple wards from his head.

"What's the catch, toddler?"

"Catch? There is no catch; I'm just going to give you a little present. Come here," Though he detested being ordered about, Hiei approached his desk out of curiosity. Koenma took off his hat, revealing a bundle balancing on top of his head. Tipping his head, he caught the object and handed it to Hiei. Replacing his hat, he watched Hiei unwrap the soft blue cloth from around a round, oblong object. "This is… an egg?"

"Not just any egg, Hiei, a spirit egg."

"A WHAT? You mean this is going to hatch into one of those ridiculous creatures the detective has attached to his head!"

"I can't say for sure, Hiei; the shape of your spirit beast depends entirely on you. If your heart is filled with good things, then it will hatch into a peaceful creature; if your heart is filled with malice and evil, it will turn into a monster and devour your body and soul."

"What if I don't think of anything at all, or break it?"

"It will come out as a monster either way if you do that." Koenma said smugly. "I suggest you think of happy thoughts for the next month or so, and keep it safe and close to you at all times." Koenma tossed the Jaganshi his much-missed katana and a portal appeared beneath the bewildered boy's feet. "Toodle-ooh!" Hiei fell into the Ningenkai and landed in the branches of a tree, cradling the perilous orb in his arm. "Now what!" he thought miserably.