Third Person POV
The group enters their extravagant hotel room after riding the elevator up five levels. Kuwabara instantly gasps at the 'classy' room, its walls painted white with golden trimming. Team Urameshi's hotel 'room' is actually a suite that consists of four bedrooms (two with two beds, two with one bed), two bathrooms, and a common room. Kuwabara childishly runs about, looking into each room. The first door on the left is a plain white bathroom, much like the first door on the right. The other two doors on the left lead to beige painted bedrooms, one containing two white beds and end tables while the other contains a single white bed and end table. The same can be said about the two remaining doors on the right side of the room. In the center of the common room is a large black sectional and a large white couch, set up to make a small square surrounding a single wooden coffee table.
Kuwabara plops Yusuke's sleeping body onto the couch and take a seat near his head. The masked fighter takes a seat at one end of the sectional, Kurama sitting at the other end. Hiei stands to the right of the red-headed fox, Mitsukai standing between the imiko and the fox demon. "So, which two of us gets a room to themselves?" Kuwabara wastes no time in asking.
"Hn, the onna obviously gets one," Hiei says with a superior tone in his voice.
"Me?" the silvery girl asks.
"Yes, of course. You are a young lady, Mitsukai," Kurama responds with a sweet smile. Mitsukai smiles and nods her head in affirmation, whispering thanks.
"So, who gets the other?" Kuwabara asks again.
"I think our fifth fighter should get it," Mitsukai says with a smile, her silver eyes urging everyone to agree with her. Kuwabara opens his mouth to argue, but Kurama interrupts him.
"I agree," the fox smiles sweetly. Mitsukai's eyes turn to Hiei, and the pair's eyes lock for a moment.
"Hn, fine." The fifth fighter also nods in agreement (obviously).
"What? But why him?" Kuwabara yells.
"It's already decided, Kuwabara. Majority rules," Mitsukai smiles too-sweetly at the large carrot top. He simply grunts, unaware of the forced-nature of the angel's smile.
"So who will share with whom?" Kurama asks.
"I'll share with Urameshi," Kuwabara says quickly.
"That's fine with me. Hiei?" Kurama smiles at his demon friend. Hiei glares and 'hn's in agreement. A second later, a knock resounds through the room and a man enters pushing a cart.
"Excuse me." He places six white cups of coffee on the coffee table, along with some sugar and creamer, and then quickly exits the room with his serving cart.
"Would you like a cup of coffee, Mitsukai?" Kurama sweetly asks the young girl. She, however, does not appear to hear him, as her body is tense for an unknown reason.
"Onna," Hiei says, sending a glare towards Kurama.
"Nani?" she asks, her body relaxing as she stares at Hiei quizzically. "The fox asked if you wanted your coffee."
"Oh! Yes, thank you! Could you add seven scoops of sugar, please?" The girl smiles.
"Seven?" Kurama asks for confirmation.
"Yep! I like sweet things!" Kurama adds the desire amount of sugar and then carefully places the warm cup in the angel's waiting hands. He himself adds one scoop of sugar and a little creamer before grabbing his own cup. Hiei and the masked fighter both take their coffee black.
"Careful! It could be poisoned!" Kuwabara warns as the four place their cups to their lips.
"Don't be paranoid. The aim of this tournament is noble," Kurama says calmly, taking a graceful sip of his coffee.
"He's right, the aim is to prove yourself in combat," Hiei agrees, taking a drink of his coffee as well.
"They wouldn't have gone through the trouble of bringing everyone here just to poison our coffee," Mitsukai says, taking another long sip of her sweetened coffee, her eyes trailing across the room.
"Well, I'm gonna stick with my trusty aluminum," Kuwabara says, pulling a can from his bag and cracking it open.
"Strange. A cup is missing," Kurama says, staring down at the single cup of coffee left on the table.
"I haven't touched it," Kuwabara says, taking a gulp of his canned beverage.
"It's fishy…Yusuke's still sleeping." To prove Kurama's point, Yusuke snores. Mitsukai places her empty cup on the coffee table and casually glances over her shoulder. The rest of the group follows suit after hearing a loud slurp from behind them.
They turn to see a small boy perched on a dresser against the wall. The boy seems to have broen hair covered by a large pink and yellow cap. Underneath his left eye is a line of three pink stars. He wears a pair of white sneakers, blue jeans, and a pink shirt with long yellow sleeves.
"What! Where did that guy come from? He must have been here from the start!" Kuwabara yells.
"Perhaps, but he took the cup without us noticing," Kurama says thoughtfully.
"No, he entered the room a few minutes ago," Mitsukai says.
"You knew, lady?" the boy asks.
"Of course, I could see your aura."
"Why didn't you say anything then!?" Kuwabara yells again.
"Because, he's not malicious, just curious," she explains bluntly.
"Let me introduce myself. The name's Rinku," Rinku removes his hat and bows, "I'm one of the six demons starting the tournament with you."
"The six? I thought there had to be five per team?" Kuwabara asks, more confused than normal.
"The sixth is the replacement, ne?" Mitsukai asks, a gleam in her silver eyes.
"Yep! At our place we had to draw the replacement by lot." Rinku says. "The invitees are lucky, there's not much ceremony or anything before the match!" Using his fingertips, he balances himself on the handle of his coffee cup. "What's more, you're all going to die so it's not a problem for the payment of the prize!" Kuwabara grits his teeth angrily. "I'm disappointed. It was the winner of the previous tournament who invited you. Tomorrow I'll take you all one by one. I'm going to win." He smirks. "Oh, but I won't hurt you too badly, lady. Don't be too scared, I won't wreck your pretty face," he adds as an afterthought, laughing. Mitsukai flushes and opens her mouth to say something but she is cut off by a masculine voice.
"Rinku, you talk too much," the voice says from the opposite wall. The group turns to see an extremely pale, muscular man with blonde hair and pointed ears leaning against the wall casually. His blue shirt and white jeans are skin tight, and a pair of black boots cover his feet. Mitsukai's eyes widen as she looks at the newcomer.
"Another one! He wasn't there, I'm sure!" Kuwabara says. Hiei watches with careful anger as Rinku crosses to the mysterious man, nonchalantly placing himself in front of Mitsukai protectively.
"Oh! Sorry, Zeru!" Rinku laughs, bounding over to the man. "I was just playing a game!"
"Profit well from your last night. Tomorrow, you will closely resemble your cup." Suddenly, Hiei's empty cup is split in half, nearly flawlessly. Hiei looks down at the cup carefully, still keeping Mitsukai close behind him. "I do hope the beautiful lady will be watching to see what a real man looks like." Zeru smirks and both he and Rinku leave the room. Hiei's fists clench tightly, his knuckles whitening. However, he calms down a considerable amount when Mitsukai places a worried hand on his shoulder.
"Let's all follow Yusuke's example and get some sleep, ne?" Mitsukai says with a reassuring smile.
"Yes," Kurama agrees. Kuwabara grabs the still snoring Yusuke and drags him into their shared room, the first bedroom on the left. The masked fighter disappears into the second bedroom on the left.
"Hiei, can you show me the way to my room? Everything looks the same right now," the girl lies with a laugh.
"Hn, fine," the imiko responds, letting her grab his arm in her gentle grip. Kurama smiles at the pair as they disappear into the second bedroom on the right. He then heads to the remaining bedroom.
"Thanks, Hiei," Mitsukai smiles gently, calming the angry demon even more.
"Hn," Hiei grunts, glad the girl was unable to see the uncomfortable tinge of pink in his cheeks.
"I can't wait to see you fight tomorrow! I bet you'll barely break a sweat when you beat Zeru!" Mitsukai says cheerfully.
"Hn, get some sleep, onna." Hiei leaves the girl's room, his lips turned upwards.