A/N: I don't know why I've started to do the overviews with semi-colons…probably for the simple reason that it has amused me thus far.

O/C32: Hiei, Kurama and Misaki fight it out in a three on three free-for-all; Botan calls them back to Koenma's office; Kurama and Hiei are sent off on an agency mission; Misaki is stuck with paperwork.

"So you apparently aren't afraid of another attack enough to keep me away." Misaki said, breaking the silence that had only been filled with the rustling of papers.

She heard Koenma sigh from the other side of her still looming stack.

"If our deductions are more correct now than they were to start with, the blob cannot be summoned again for a long time."

"And if you're completely wrong, you risk killing us all."

Koenma didn't answer.

"Found anything promising?" He changed the subject.

Misaki shook her head, but remembered that he couldn't see her, "No, not really. Mostly D and C class stuff."

"I've never understood why my father has let Amureo's Pool go on as long as it has. So many youkai in one place."

"Most of the S class think it's below them to even come close to the Waters. It's big enough to hold a couple of them though. If they didn't kill each other first."

"That's kind of what I mean. And then if they could break through from there into the human world..."

"They won't."

"You sound so sure."

"I am." She just knew he was rolling her eyes at her.

"How do you know they won't do anything illegal?"

"Because I've told them not too."

"That's so reassuring."

"You know how much weight my words carry." Misaki reminded him, "You made me etch a proclamation of what passed as acceptable into the walls of the place when you found out Amureo had made the pool. That's the only thing that keeps the S's from trying something. Though, like I said, their interest in such a place is limited."

Koenma had forgotten about that. It was true: nothing had ever happened. Well, until Amureo himself tried to break back into the Makai. Koenma's thoughts turned to more worried ideas. Had Amureo managed to escape that body into which they banished him? Who was helping him out? Why?

Hours passed with no more interruptions until Ogre cleared his throat, causing both Koenma and Misaki to look up from their paperwork.

"Find anything?" Misaki heard Koenma say. She couldn't see who he was talking to because of the papers piled in a circle around her. She stood up.

"This." Hiei held up a calico cat he was carrying by the scruff of the neck.

The cat's auburn eyes were bulging, half-lidded, and it was hyperventilating.

Misaki scrambled through her papers as Hiei threw the cat onto Koenma's desk.

It stopped itself by extending its claws and latching onto Koenma's documents. It hunched down, coughing and pulling its limbs under a furry body puffed with fright. Its ears were lying back flat against its skull.

"Hiei, you baka!" Misaki scooped up the cat, cooing comforts into its ear. "It's okay, beautiful. Hiei's just a mean poopy-head." She stuck her tongue out at Hiei.

Hiei would have shot her the dirtiest look her could have managed, but the cat also stuck its tongue out at him and he frowned, reaching into the creature's mind with the Jagan.

"KITTY!" Kuwabara yelled as he and Yusuke came in the room.

Hiei got shoved out of his prodding as the cat's emotions scrapped raw against his telepathic reach with Kuwabara's terrifying outburst. The cat launched out of Misaki's arms in fright, accidentally slashing her with its claws. It dove for the top of Koenma's desk, scattering paper everywhere and then skidding towards Misaki's pile. It dashed straight in the midst of them and hid itself cleverly beneath the numerous papers.

"I didn't..." Botan looked confused and turned to Koenma.

His face mirrored Hiei's frown as he glanced towards the pile, "I decided to send for them while you were gone."

"Oh."

"But...but...kitty?" Kuwabara shuffled through the sheets, making an even larger mess.

The cat screeched in terror and jumped ten feet straight up in the air, sending all of the papers flying in all directions before running under the nearest piece of furniture: the couch. The room became a mob of general confusion and noise as everyone started to speak at once, papers flying about as if in a small windstorm

"Everyone, just STOP!" Misaki shouted.

Everything in the room froze: the papers in mid-air, the people, who stared at her, and even the cat, who first peeked its nose out from under its hiding place.

None of them had ever seen Misaki lose her temper like that. She stood with her eyes closed, hands in fists at her sides, and counting silently to three.

"Too much noise. Too many people. And a terrified cat on the loose."

She reached for the suspended papers and began gathering them up. Everyone but Hiei helped and eventually the loose sheets were in neat, though disorderly stacks, back where they belonged whether on Koenma's desk or with Misaki's original piles.

With great reservation of emotion, Misaki pointed to the door, "Out. Everyone. Now." It wasn't a request.

They all looked at her like deer in headlights, unsure of what to actually do.

"Out, out, out!" she shoved them through the doorway and shut it behind them, sighing at the silence. She blamed the paperwork. No wonder Koenma always seemed to have his diaper in a bunch.

Gritting her teeth and trying to clear her thoughts, Misaki got down on her hands and knees to look under the couch where cat had taken refuge. A paw, nasty claws extended fully, swiped at her face and she jerked back.

"Hn." It was an amused 'hn'.

Misaki ground her teeth and sat down to cover up the hiding spot, crossing her arms and leaning back against the bottom of the couch where she had been looking.

"When I said 'out,' I didn't mean, 'everyone out except for snobby fire youkai'."

Hiei stood leaning against Koenma's desk with his own arms crossed, an amused, though slightly perturbed smirk on his lips. "I caught that thing and I am not letting it get away."

"I think that I am perfectly capable of—ow!"

The cat interrupted her with a good clawing across the bare spot on her lower back where her shirt came up when she sat down. Misaki stood up and faced the hidden monster. She just noticed that her arms had tiny stripes of claw marks that were bleeding and she felt the tickle of blood from the ones on her back. Misaki put a hand delicately over the spot.

"I don't think it likes you." Hiei commented.

"I don't think it exactly has the hots for you either." She retorted.

The cat hissed on cue.

Misaki cursed, "Cerberus' collar it stings."

The cat hissed again at the three-headed dog's name.

"Oh, get over yourself." Misaki snapped back.

"Those ought to make interesting battle wounds." Hiei jerked his head at her arms as he came nearer.

Misaki inspected them. Three long blood lines ran up her forearm where the cat had taken a hold when it flew out of her arms.

"They're fine, see?" She turned to him, a bit of sarcasm in her voice, and held them out.

Grabbing an arm and making her wince, Hiei turned her limb left and right, then let her go, "Those are deeper than you think."

"It can't be that bad."

The cat made a noise that distinctly sounded like a huffing laugh.

"They'll likely be infected or perhaps the cat has poison in its claws." Hiei glanced at the couch.

"Oh yes, let's hope so. Maybe it'll be a slow, horrible death that you'll get to watch and enjoy with your sick-minded glee." Misaki turned to consider the cat's hiding place.

Hiei opened his mouth to disagree with her perception of what he would consider 'enjoyment,' but the Jagan caught his attention.

Misaki and Hiei suddenly stared at each other, both realizing at the same time what they were dealing with in this cat.

Misaki's eyes narrowed, and she glared at the couch, "You little animal! You little cat youkai!"

From under the seat, the pair distinctly heard the sound of raspberries as if the cat dared them to come and get it.

"That would explain why it was so hard to catch." Hiei crossed his arms. "I knew that stupid beast was phase walking."

Misaki ran a quick finger through her blood and flicked a spot onto the floor in front of the couch, far enough out that the cat would have to reveal itself if it wanted a taste. She and Hiei didn't move a muscle.

A pink nose appeared first, sniffing eagerly, then an eye, then ears, then the whole head and neck.

Misaki waited patiently until the front half of the cat had wormed its way out from under the couch before she made a grabbing motion with her hand. The cat recoiled, but was already caught, rising into the air. Four paws planted themselves in a stubborn position that would have halted its movement had it been on the ground. Its hackles rose and it hissed angrily when it was level with Misaki's face.

"That's why I didn't pick you up by hand. Just look at yourself. Not very cat-like. I'd prefer not to be scratched just because you're in a bad mood."

The cat checked itself and sat down regally as all cats have a habit of doing.

"I'll let you go if you agree to a few conditions first."

The cat licked its back nonchalantly, pretending not to listen.

"If you scratch me again, I swear I will skin you and make myself a nice pair of fur gloves. If you run away, I'll let Hiei catch you. And he won't be as nice about it as I'm being."

Hiei appropriately placed a hand on the hilt of his katana and let the Jagan glared menacingly into the cat's mind.

Shivering once, the cat glanced over at Hiei's smoldering red eyes and intelligently decided the fight wasn't worth it. It nodded assent at Misaki.

"Alright. I'm watching you." She slowly lowered it to the ground and let it go, making sure she was far enough back that she would have warning if it decided to strike again.

The cat shook its paw as if ridding a droplet of water from the fur, then it appeared on her shoulders, rubbing her neck with its head.

"Hn. Phase walker." Hiei shook his head.

Slinking masterfully behind Misaki's hair, it settled down and stretched between one of her shoulders to the other with its tail curled under her neck like a necklace, sticking its tongue out at Hiei.

Hiei watched the whole exchange carefully, deciding that the threats might be enough to take care of the problem.

The cat began purring loudly and rubbed the top of its head on Misaki's ear lobe before biting it.

"Ow!" Misaki held back a string of insults as she realized she never said anything about biting. She muttered something under her breath and the cat just purred louder, if possible.

Hiei's hand shot for the hilt of his sword, eyes widening. Misaki was going to ask what was wrong when she realized two lithe arms were wrapped about her neck embracing her. The scratches on her back rubbed against someone, making them sting even more. Sharp teeth bit her ear a second time and Misaki looked up a little since she couldn't really move her neck, seeing the tip of a pointed chin resting on the top of her head.

While Misaki couldn't see the features, Hiei saw the auburn eyes and dark slits of a cat's pupils and knew at once that this was the same creature that had been a cat moments before. Misaki did see calico colored and patterned hair cascading down on either side of her face to the arms holding her.

"Mm, I didn't know you were that short, but you certainly still look good, even through human eyes."

Misaki blinked a couple of times, realizing that the cat-turned-humanoid was talking to Hiei. Hiei's eye twitched a little and he still had his hand on the hilt of his katana. If Misaki hadn't been standing where she was, Hiei would have already sliced through the youkai.

As she opened her mouth to say something, cat interrupted her, "Don't be jealous, you look just as good." She felt his sharp nose nuzzling her and a rough tongue licked her ear.

"Will you get off of me!" Misaki stepped forward, but his grip was strong and he stayed tightly attached to her.

"We're coming back in! I need to organize those documents and..." Koenma trailed off as the door swung open and everyone stood staring in the door at Misaki and her apparently new friend.

She worked her tongue around in her mouth in frustration and reached up to try and pull out of his arms or slip out of them or something. Her attempt was useless though. He was much taller than her and unless she wanted to be strangled or someone chopped off his arms, no one was going anywhere.

Kuwabara was looking in over everybody's heads, "Hey, where's the cat?"

Hiei, possibly rooted to the spot, didn't respond.

Kurama spoke up, "That's quite the calico you have there, Misaki."

Misaki grew more disgusted at Kurama's amusement of the situation.

"Red hair...very pretty." Misaki knew by the purr she could feel vibrating his chest that it wasn't just a simple compliment. She groaned.

"Black is my favorite color though," he whispered to her, pulling the long clawed fingers of one hand through the part he could reach. Misaki sighed long-sufferingly.

"Okay, so wait…what now?" Yusuke was scratching his head.

Misaki knew that the cat youkai stared at Yusuke's slicked-back hair because his tail, wrapped around her waist, twitched pleasantly. Misaki closed her eyes, hoping for some sort of redemption from the situation. If she could just disappear...

"This is in fact the cat you saw earlier, Yusuke," Misaki said, indicating the happily smiling youkai latched onto her.

"The cat youkai." Koenma corrected as he toddled over to his desk. He shuffled through a stack of papers after sitting in his chair, found the one he wanted and started to read it aloud, "The cat youkai Hitune. Long calico fur/hair, auburn eyes and retains cat-like pupils as well as cat ears and tail. Six feet seven inches tall, wanted for assassinations, theft of two vault items and various shiny stuffs." Koenma stopped and reread those last words in his head.

"I added that myself," Hitune was still smiling.

"And...and he's fixed." Misaki added.

"What?" Koenma looked over the sheet again, puzzled.

Everyone else in the room looked at Misaki, except Hitune who just smiled happily at the world.

"He's fixed." Misaki said again, "He probably somehow got stuck in cat form, some baka human caught him and fixed him so that... He has no preferences." She was getting blank looks. "They neutered him." They still didn't understand. "I really don't want to go into detail about it. Ask Kuwabara. He knows."

"Aw dang...um..." Kuwabara laughed nervously, "Well...when you don't want a cat to...erm...make...little kitties...you, well they get spayed. Or neutered if it's a boy."

It was dead silent for a moment and Botan quickly threw her hand over her mouth. After half a second more, she couldn't hold it in any longer and laughed hysterically, doubling over and then falling into a sit on the ground.

"Make...little kitties!" she heaved, "I can't...believe...you just said that...like that..." She giggled uncontrollably, then just straight out laughed again, tears rolling down her face.

Kurama chuckled and Hiei, who moved next to the door and leaned against it, didn't seem to think the entire situation had anything of worth in it for him. Yusuke realized what Kuwabara tried to say and he rolled on the floor, laughing his head off.

"My abs..." he gasped, "It hurts..." but he continued laughing.

Misaki caught a fleeting thought in Koenma's head and even managed to crack a smile herself, "Koenma! I didn't know your father hadn't given you the talk yet!" With all of that paperwork still fresh in her mind, she wasn't going to let an opportunity like this one slide away. She knew that he wouldn't if their positions were opposite.

The room flattened out with silence again as everyone stared at the place where Koenma had been. He hid under his desk as soon as Misaki said it.

"Wait, the what?" Yusuke sat up, "The...ooooooh." That started him into a fresh bought of laughter, along with Kuwabara who was thankful the attention was no longer on him.

"How old are you now, Koenma?" Misaki was grinning like a Cheshire cat. Though, when she remembered the cat attached to her she frowned.

"Shut up, Misaki!" They heard Koenma's voice shout from under the desk, "He said he'd tell me when he thought I was old enough." He mumbled, legs pulled up to his chest with his face buried in his knees.

Eventually, the laughter died down, though in the time that it took for that to happen, Misaki hadn't thought of anything to help her situation, and Koenma crawled timidly out from under his desk.

"Okay, so." Koenma spoke more steadily when he realized that they were just going to grin knowingly at him and not say anything, "Kudos to Kurama and Hiei for finishing the job so fast. Now Yusuke, I need you too—"

"Doesn't anybody find it just a little strange that he won't let go of me?" Misaki said in a sudden outburst.

They all sort of shrugged noncommittally.

"I wish Keiko would let me do that." Yusuke admitted.

"Alright, whatever, just what are we going to do about him?" Hitune squeezed her and she coughed.

"Well, I was just going to put him under agency arrest, not allowing him to leave. You can show him around since he'll be staying with us for a while." Koenma told her calmly.

"Why are you so calm about this? I'm being slowly strangled to death! Why can't someone else show him around?"

"Well, that would be redundant now wouldn't it, seeing as how you two are attached at the hip anyway." He looked her right in the eye when he said it and kept a perfectly straight face.

Someone chuckled and the glare Misaki shot at each one of them would have made a tree wither and die. "If any of you say one word, I will kill you myself, Hitune regardless."

"You can't—." Koenma started.

"Oh, can't I? I wouldn't be going and challenging me about that. I might just decide to prove you wrong." Misaki stalked out of the room, Hitune comically shadowing her every move. Everyone fearfully held in their laughter until she was well out of earshot.

-lotsm