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Chapter 3

Step one

Hiei sat in a tree above the sidewalk path in the park, bobbing his foot impatiently. It was three minutes until noon. He was about to go and find Kurama when he saw him walking up the sidewalk with his backpack. Hiei jumped down to meet him. Wordlessly, Kurama led Hiei to a grassy area out of the view of strangers and other distractions. "In order to coax your normal habits to be a bit more civil," Kurama began, "we must start at the source of your obviously boundless rage towards the world; your outlook on life." They sat on the ground; Hiei held his egg in his lap almost protectively.

Removing a seed from his hair, Kurama pushed it into the soft ground, and a beautiful, but simple daisy quickly sprouted. "Tell me the first thing that comes into your mind when you see this."

"A useless plant that will only die anyway when some idiot decides to pick it and take it home to wither in a glass of mucky water." Kurama blinked at the outburst of pessimistic wisdom. "Good…(I guess) now try to think of a good quality the flower has."

"The time the flower does live," Hiei continued, "…it smells nice. Nicer than the smelly ningens who roam this place playing on the strange metal equipment." Hiei looked to Kurama for judgment. The redhead scratched his head thoughtfully, but in a very graceful sort of way.

"Well, it's an improvement, to say the least. You know how to recognize good traits among unfavorable ones. Lets move on," he dug in his backpack and pulled out a stack of cards with, yes you guessed it, inkblots. "These are often used in psychiatric therapy to discover a better outline of the way your mind works. Tell me what the cards remind you of when I show them to you; there are no right or wrong answers." Kurama showed Hiei a black splotch.

"It looks like… a cloud…and…noodles mixed together."

"And this one?" Kurama showed him another card.

"A little butterfly… with a dress on."

"Hmmm. How about this one?"

"It's the little butterfly again… only there is a… bird near her." Kurama noted how Hiei personified the butterfly by giving it a gender, and showed him another card.

"That one is like the last one; the butterfly is being chased by the bird."

"Next card,"

"The bird is trying to hurt the butterfly, and she's trying to get away."

"Now this one,"

"A lizard is between the butterfly and the bird; he's protecting her from the bird."

"And this?"

"The lizard is fighting with the bird; he's winning."

"Next,"

"The lizard has destroyed the bird and the butterfly is safe, but she doesn't even know who the lizard is. The lizard is a mere shadow."

"Next,"

"This lizard is feasting gloriously on sweet-snow!"

"I think we've seen enough cards." The sound of voices cam to their ears: two familiar voices. The detective and the fool…

Yusuke stepped into the small clearing the two yokai had been sitting in. "See, Kuwabara, I told you Kurama was here." He said, pointing to the kitsune. "The guys at the arcade said you totally owned at Goblin City. Why did you leave? Hey what's that, Hiei?" Yusuke asked, pointing to the swathed bundle in the koorime's arms. Hiei glared and didn't answer.

"Heh, heh, the shrimp carries around a blankie?" Kuwabara laughed his ridiculous laugh. Struggling to contain his rage, Hiei bit back an insult and growled. Kurama, sensing the fire building up, and fearing for his friend's soul's existence, stepped in.

"It's a severed head."

"What?" Kuwabara said. Yusuke raised an eyebrow.

"A severed head," Kurama continued giving a queer smile, "The smell is quite rank; unless you want to get corpse-juice on your shoes, I suggest you stay back." The two humans looked at each other, then back at Kurama, and walked away shuddering.

"Since when do you lie?" Hiei asked, raising an eyebrow.

"How do you know when I'm not?" he quipped back,"Alrightt, tomorrow will be your first lesson. Learning to get along with others; that means playing nice and no fighting."

The word 'nice' was not in his vocabulary. The egg suddenly felt too heavy to be lugging around all day. "What did you have in mind?"

"Well, my school is having a dance tomorrow, which is a Friday…"

"You mean being surrounded by those annoying ningen onnas and their stupid cheese-faced mates!"

"Not mates, potential mates. You'll never learn otherwise, Hiei."

"Kuso." Hiei slumped, holding his egg in his lap. Stupid egg. Stupid Koenma. Stupid egg. stupid ningens. Stupid egg. Kurama stood up and motioned for him to follow, "It's getting late; it would be safer for you to stay at my house, encumbered as you are. Besides, mother is quite fond of you." Hiei obediently followed, knowing Kurama always gave him the precious sweet-snow every time he stayed the night.

"Hn. Baka ningens."