The only character I own who is so far named is Moriko. Italics will always be what Moriko wrote. Bold will always be Yusuke's thoughts. Regular type will be anything said aloud or observed 3rd person. Read on.
December 21, 1894; Human Realm
Dear Hiei,
My brother left yesterday. I received your letter a week after he arrived. I read it every
single day. I honestly do not understand why you write back to me. All I do is ramble on
about my brother and how much I miss you, which is an insane amount.
But, thinking of my brother, he has changed since the last time I saw him, four months
ago. Well, his physical appearance anyway. He grew out his hair. Now he can conceal his
stupid plants in it and have weapons with him at all times.
I have always been jealous of that hair. Perfectly straight, wondrously thick, and an
absolutely beautiful color. It is probably all because of the type of demon he happens to
be. He is the lucky one of the two of us. We got the ability to control flora from our mother.
As you know, my father was a neko demon, hence my coarse, dark hair. His parentage
was better, but I shall not tell you what it is to protect you and myself.
Oh my god. It is gone. I just realized. The necklace you gave me—he took it. The one that
makes the wearer silent as death. I probably should not tell you this, but at this point I
really do not care if you figure out his identity or not. But, along with his talents of finding
people, he is good at taking things. Very good. Incredibly and unbelievably good. I have not
discovered a lock he could not get through nor do I think I ever will. He is just that talented
at getting into things he should not be getting into.
When are you coming back? Sooner than the February we had planned, I hope. If not until
then, will you at least tell me what you are doing out there in Makai?
There is something else I feel I must tell you. The problem is I do not know how. I am very
confused about it. I think I will have to tell you in person, because I cannot think of any
appropriate way to put it down on paper. It is just way to big for that.
Write back as soon as you get this.
Your confused forest child,
Moriko
Yusuke had woken up earlier than was usual and, unable to fall back to sleep, got up and began reading the third letter. This one was from December of 1894. He had to admit that she was right, though. All she did was ramble on and on about her mysterious brother and how she wanted Hiei to come back to the Human Realm.
What's all this about hair? Yusuke wondered. Then again, he realized, It was a girl writing the letter.
In the next paragraph, however, he found something rather interesting. A necklace. A very powerful necklace. But the necklace's abilities weren't what interested Yusuke. The necklace you gave me—he took it, she wrote. The necklace you gave me. Hiei had cared enough to give her something incredibly powerful. Something he could have easily kept and used for himself. Yusuke thought.
Then Yusuke read that the girl's brother was good at taking things. Stealing. He was a thief. Yusuke thought with a sudden burst of intuition. Then a moment later thought But if he was a thief, why does he remind me of someone? And why can't I either figure out who or shake the feeling that I actually know the guy? Then again, I don't know any demonic thieves anyway.
Yusuke's curiosity skyrocketed as he read the last paragraph. What has her so confused? And why can't she write it down? He thought. He immediately turned, refolded the letter, found the next one, and began to read.