They arrived at the place Hiei called his home within the hour. As Naomi stomped her feet free of snow on the porch area, Hiei gazed back at her as if to ask what she was doing. "Well,..I don't want to dirty your house" she replied innocently to the gaze before he had a chance to elaborate. Hiei almost smirked, if she thinks his house was worthy of the feet stomp, wait until she sees the inside.
With a shrug reply back, Hiei pounded on a brick in the wall that upon his effort broke loose from the wall relaying a tiny key pad. Hieis fingers punched at the speed of light a circuit of 13 digits, this he hated more than anything. Koenma insisted it was necessary after enemies had simply walked in his unlocked house and stolen files. How was he to know to lock it, isn't a door enough? As the lock clicked open, he replaced the brick and he went in first, ladies first my ass he thought to himself as he entered and left the door hang agar for Naomi.
As she entered, she was hit with a wave of extreme heat. The house could've been on fire, it was that hot. She tugged at her collar, mostly unknown to Hiei the blood of an ice demon coursed through her veins. "So you like it warm?", she attempted at conversation as Hiei stripped of his coat and threw it to the chair. "Yes", a solemn reply came from the mouth of the demon. Hiei was not one for small talk. Kurama had once tried to teach him, it was simply what humans did, they talked. Hiei thought it was useless, just get to the point already.
Naomi stood in the middle of the empty room gazing to its belongings, there wasn't much of anything. There was a small black coffee table with a notepad full of chicken scratch writing, a leather couch, a soft material lined lazy boy, and one solitary photo of a girl with blue hair and red eyes, they looked so eerily similar, she reached her hands out to touch the perimeter of the frame.
Hiei sat in the lazy boy he had thrown his coat onto earlier watching her look around nosily "Don't touch that!" he exclaimed as he received the rapid response of the pullback of her hand Are you going to stand their all day and admire my decorative abilities or are you going to sit down and tell me what the hell your doing here?". The harsh voice of Hiei drew her back into reality rather quickly as she sat down "You don't have to be so mean,..." she trailed off softly. "Shut up and talk already!" he insisted rolling his eyes as he tapped his fingers rhythmically one after the other. "You haven't proven you are in fact a detective, how can I trust you?" Naomi demanded in a cowardly tone.
With that, Hiei rose to the kitchen table and retrieved the thing he was told was called a wallet. He flipped it open to a laminated card, shoving it in her face. She picked it from his grasp and gazed onto it "Spirit detective", was printed boldly across the top and "Jaganshi, Hiei", below it in slightly smaller print. In the left corner was a photo of him, looking quite unhappy I might add. And more to the right there was more information conveyed about his stature and abilities. "I'm in grave danger" she whispered quietly to him, looking deeply into his eyes. His eyes held a true form of hatred, that was even apparent to her, a perfect stranger. He held the type of eyes, the type of gaze that conveyed true pain and a harsh mentality.
Hiei was forced to gaze back at her, her eyes were such a bright blue, he could almost see the icy town she came from. For the first time since they had met, her fear was more than a cheap form of flattery, and he realized this girl had a soul. Her eyes almost seemed to quiver when they made contact with his own. "Who, or what is after you? What are they capable of? How do you know they are in fact, after you? Do you seek the detectives as a whole, or merely one of us?" Hiei fired back to back questioning the girls intentions and attention span.
"I,...I don't know who is after me. I'm sure it sounds stupid but,..." she said as her gaze broke with him, her body turned and looked into the flames of the roaring fire as if she was ashamed to admit her problem. "But,...they are. I can feel someone watching me,...every time I look they disappear." Hiei looked to become truly annoyed "That's what this is about? You probably just have a stalker? Go home." he said rolling his eyes walking to the door and opening it for her.
Naomi's eyes narrowed, her gaze grew thick. She half walked, half stomped to the doorway, gave him a strong glare and smacked him across the face "Do stalkers do this?" she demanded and hiked up the sleeve of her kimono, revealing an open wound from her wrist to her elbow, it was jagged, looking to be made by claws. The rage built in the fiery eyes of the demon as he reached forward and grabbed her wrist yanking it to his face receiving a strong whimper response from Naomi. "Touch me again, and I'll break your wrist.", he thought he could smell blood when he first met her, but for once he doubted himself. After a long sigh Hiei shoved her arm in the air above her head "Apply pressure" he ordered as he walked towards the bathroom, returning with a first aid kit "You and I, are going to have a talk" he said pushing her to the couch.