Second chapter
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"Is something wrong Hiei?" Kurama stood up at Hiei's strange reaction to the handkerchief. Hiei never answered, he had his stare fixated on the cloth in his hand. It was impossible, she couldn't have been out, no one gets out. He gripped the handkerchief tightly before sticking it into his pocket and staring at the floor.
"Hiei? You okay?" Yusuke stood up next to Kurama with a questioning look on his face. Hiei shot a fierce glance to the rest that made them think twice about talking again. He said nothing, and quickly left.
Somewhere in the shadows
The demon girl was humming a song, a very old song that she remembered her great grandmother singing to her as a child. She told this demon girl that a famous singer wrote it when she was a little girl, back in the feudal era. The words settled into her mind like the lightness of a feather on snow. She sat on her little perch of a tree branch, secretly watching the expression of Hiei as he too leapt into a tree a mere fifty yards away. Staring at him, she was fascinated at how little of his appearance had changed. And the look on his face showed her that his insides had changed little as well. Still cold on the outside, never letting anyone into his own emotions. She once had stumbled onto his inner feelings, and she paid dearly. She remembered Hiei being furious, though it wasn't her fault she had walked in on him with a tear streaking down his face. Ever since, he never cried again. Always making sure that no one saw what he really was.
As the song died on the demon girls lips at its end, she saw that Hiei was gone from the tree. He probably had vanished as soon as his feet had touched the oak. She smiled, and jumped from the tree to the third floor of the apartment buildings; being sure no one saw or heard her. She smirked as she listened in on the concerned voices of Hiei's comrades; her instantaneous plan was working so far. As she lightly rapped on the door three times she marveled at Hiei's ability to stay in a room with more than two people at a time and not even attempt to murder one of them. She gave him silent praise as the door was opened.
"Hiei?" The dark haired boy opened the door fast in hopes of his rogue comrade, but that hope fell at the sight of the girl with extremely long hair.
"Hello, I was wondering if I could, this is so embarrassing, but I was wondering if could use your bathroom?" Yusuke, being slightly suspicious of this random girl he had never seen before, would never turn down a pretty face; no matter how little blood seemed to be running through that face.
"Um sureā¦" Yusuke said while widening the door, they girl nodded in thanks and walked through to meet the stares of the other two. Yusuke looked back outside just in case he could see Hiei somewhere but didn't. As he closed the door, he turned and asked the girl a question.
"Um, you didn't happen to see a short guy wearing all black leave here did ya?" Yusuke had turned to the girl who had turned around toward him as well. She shook her head no, and turned back around.
"Er, the bathroom is down the hall, last on the right by the way." A soft 'thank you' was heard from the other side of the room where the girl was exiting and disappeared down the hall Yusuke had mentioned.
"Weird." Yusuke sat down on the couch next to Kuwabara and took a sip from his soda, completely forgetting the all day marathon of his favorite show that was playing. There was something about that girl that didn't sit right with him.
"Strange," Kurama spoke up, sharing the feeling, "Yusuke, do you know that girl? Does she live in this building?"
"No, never seen her before in my life, and if she was visiting someone living here I should know about it. It's not often people come to visit. These weirdoes usually have this big 'ol party when friends or family come to visit. Don't know why though, this shit hole's never a good place to celebrate in." Yusuke laid back in his sit, putting his feet up on the table.
"Maybe she was just passing by and had to take a leak." Kuwabara put his two cents in, trying to figure out where this girl had come from and drank up half of his newly opened can of pop.
"On the third floor?" Kurama knew that this girl was not normal; when she entered the room Kurama felt a strange resonance come off of her. Though, she looked too innocent to raise too much suspicion. Kurama picked up his cup of herbal tea still in thought as to why the girl had entered Yusuke's particular apartment on the third floor to go to the bathroom.
The demon girl was standing in the bathroom sort of hitting herself in the head for such a stupid lie, but it should be good enough to give her time to do what she was planning. Something unknown to the three in the other room was that she slipped a little bit of her own concoction into their drinks, allowing their own stares to distract them from her shadows traveling into their drinking cups. It should be soon enough before they all passed out on her dreaming mix. A potion she created to make the previous minutes, hours or even days seem like only a dream, depending on how much she gave them. She gave all three little amounts so they would see her coming into their lives as only a strange dream, but Hiei's disappearance at the finding of a handkerchief still truth to them. It took only several minutes for the tasteless potion to take affect, and she was glad to wait in the little bathroom with cigarette butts randomly scattered to the floor and piles of filthy clothes and towels towered by the rusting tub. If this was where Hiei resided now it didn't seem to her that there was much difference between her cell and this room besides the light switch.
Several minutes later, she heard several thumps in the other room and a smile crept onto her face. Her duty tonight was almost done. As she left the disgusting bathroom and saw the three bodies on the floor sleeping peacefully, she began finishing what she knocked on the door to do. She knew from the instance she walked into the room that two of the boys were human and one was a demon. She figured that Hiei would confide in a demon more so than a human. She squatted in front of the sleeping body of the long haired boy she knew to be a demon. Sticking her hand in one of her many pockets she took out a white device matching the white of this boy's clothes. She easily ripped the seams of his jacket and stuck the device in and ran her finger over it, stitching it back up as if it were never ripped.
She stood up, her duty to herself done, and walked to the door. She never opened it and sank into a shadow form and left through the connecting shadows of the night, allowing her to travel through the dark city shadows till she came to a camera shop. She smiled up at its neon sign, illuminating its promise of '1 hour photo' and walked in with the cash she had stolen from the apartment she had just left.
