Hiei emerged from Koenma's office exponentially more pissed than he'd been going in.
And that was saying something.
So, imagine how thrilled he was to find 'cherry blossom-chan', as Kurama had taken to calling her- damn fox- waiting for him.
He glared at her, knowing what she was there to say to him- thank you, Jagan- praying to he still didn't know what, that she got. The. Hint. That she realized that he didn't want to hear it.
Unfortunately- for him, at least, if not for the quietly amused Kurama lounging on one of the ogres' vacant desks- she was far too…too…ningen to take it.
"I wanted to say…" She took a deep breath, steadying herself. "…I'm sorry."
Hiei growled softly, as Kurama chuckled. After all this was done, he was going to have to kill something. And if it just so happened to be a certain, red-headed kitsune, well….Hiei wasn't going to complain.
"And I never realized that you had it so…so…rough, and I wish that I treated you nicer. I mean, you were trying to help me, after all, right? So, I g uses, maybe we could be…friends? And-"
Damn it all, the silly twit was still going.
He interrupted abruptly. "I don't need your pity." He spat the last word, like it were a curse, and, to him, at least, it was.
He was the Forbidden. He didn't deserve anything, least of all pity, from a ningen.
Ignoring the girl's shocked, hurt look, he turned on his heel, storming down the hallway. He'd head back into the Ningenkai, and kill some poor, defenseless creature. Unless, of course, it was, in any obscure way, under the protection of Reikai and the bratty princeling.
Damn Reikai and its rules.
Or perhaps, he'd return to the Makai for a bit. It'd been a while since his last visit, and no doubt there were some low-class youkai just asking to be killed. No one would mind if he slaughtered a few dozen gutter-dwelling scum, and best of all, ningen couldn't follow him there.
Speaking of ningen following him…