Hiei lay on the floor of a cage, in a slowly growing pool of his own blood..
A silver-haired ningen with glasses stood outside the bars, scribbling on a clipboard. Hiei raised his head and growled at him. It was about all he could do at the moment. The wound he had wasn't fatal- far from it, actually- but it hurt like a bitch, and the blood loss was no picnic, either.
And the fact that this ningen medic reminded the Forbidden of Shigure only strengthened his urge to kill him.
Painfully, and if possible, more than once.
And Yusuke said there were no perks to working for Koenma and the Reikai.
Of course, it was Reikai's fault that he was here to begin with. So that might cut down on the pro side of things. Slightly.
That's right. Hiei was blaming Reikai for his predicament.
Reikai and her.
The Shigure-ningen, and his master, a singularly evil ningen, whose general nastiness had him on the verge of turning into a youkai, had been after her. Hiei had, in an action quite uncharacteristic of him, attempted to save her. He wasn't used to keeping an eye on other people while he fought. The Shigure-ningen had caught him off guard.
Blackness, as he lost consciousness.
Then, he was awaking in this Kami-forsaken (if the distinct lack of blue-haired reaper girl was any indication) cell, covered in blood. His blood.
You know what? Forget about the Reikai.
This was all her fault.