How he met her. Part. 2

…..Hiei…..

She rubbed her wrist, trying to sooth it of its pain. "I'm sorry I startled you." She said with a kind smile.

I raised an eyebrow. She was sorry? She's the one in pain and she was sorry? Humans are impossible to understand. Ignorant and completely idiotic. She should be more worried about herself. Putting her out of her misery would be doing the frail bitch a kind favor, but then I'd have to hear from the toddler. I'd rather be thrown into a pit of snakes then listen to his annoying banter, annoying overgrown diaper rash.

"Why are you apologizing?" I looked at her from the corner of my eye.

"I don't know. I thought it seemed like an appropriate thing to say." She smiled sweetly, warmly, perhaps to try and win my trust. Naive was the thought that came to mind. "You're very jumpy."

I frowned indignantly . "I'm not jumpy."

"Then cautious." She stated shrugging her shoulders. She got up from the small cot we occupied and went to a table with a bowl and utensils. "You hungry? I have my mother's famous recipe for chicken noodle soup if you want any." She brought over the bowl on a tray and set it in front of me.

Normally I would try to avoid eating any food from the human world, but I didn't realize how hungry I was until I saw the bowl in front of me. The realization made my stomach start to cramp and churn. I looked to her. She was sitting on the edge of the cot again, waiting for me to accept her offering. I lifted my right hand to grab the metal spoon that lay next to the bowl on the tray, but stopped as this searing, burning pain that shot straight up from my right side in order to mingle within my entire arm. I grabbed my side. The pain nearly unbearable.

I looked down and saw that my shirt was gone, and in it's place, bandages covering my entire torso from my neck to my waist. My left hand up to my elbow and right bicep had been bandaged as well. I hadn't realized just how close to death I was after the battle. No wonder I had lost so much blood. It was more than the gash in my side. I let go of it and came away with blood. I still wasn't healed yet from the infectious bite. Damn it.

The girl had rushed off into another room and came back with a blue bag that had a red cross on it. She quickly set the tray aside and started to cut the bandages on my torso. When the bandages had fallen to the floor, I saw the extent of the damage. Besides the bleeding bite wound in my right side, there were claw marks from my left shoulder down to my navel. Another jagged imprint of teeth had surfaced on my neck, but wasn't as bad as the wound that is currently spilling blood onto the cotton blue sheets.

She took a wet cloth and started to clean the open wound of blood. I merely sat there, allowing her to be useful. When she finished, she rubbed some sort of salve on my skin before re-bandaging my entire torso. She didn't say anything that entire thirty minutes. She intently concentrated on her task, making sure that every wrap around my body was tight enough to hold, but loose enough to allow me breath. She had obviously done this before, perhaps countless of times.

"There you go. You should take it easy from now on, or the wound will open again." She picked up the tray and set it in front of me again. I tried moving my arm again, but the pain prevented me from moving. "I could feed you if you want." She gave a kind smile, once again trying to win my trust.

My pride and injured ego told me I didn't need help, especially from her, but the hunger in my stomach and the pain in my side told me otherwise. I looked at her for another moment or two, contemplating my options. I can either keep my pride in check and starve myself, or give in and let the girl spoon feed me.

I decided that option B was the best course of action. I'll humor the girl for a time. Let her play nurse for a while if that's what she wishes. I'll be the one to benefit from this. Not to mention, it'll just give me an excuse not to kill her.

….

One week.. I've been with this girl for one week, and I have never been so bored in my life.

Each day it's a full course meal three times a day. After breakfast she'll change my bandages then go to her work at her tea shop down stairs. She allows me to roam around her small apartment as I wish. There is a television in a far corner of the room opposite a large cushioned chair that I usually occupy my time with. I normally fall asleep after an hour or so of the useless waste that comes on.

On the opposite wall of where the television is, there is a large bookcase lining the entire wall that is filled to the brim. If I'm not busy numbing my mind with the box full of moving pictures, I sit and read whatever she has. Which is, needless t say, a lot. I've learned much useless information about the human world through those books. Their beliefs, cultures, their unending toll of killings for one reason or another. There was even a book on how to court human females and males that was never opened. It was still in its wrapping when I randomly picked it off the shelf. I would've never realized how complicated courtship was in the human world. I couldn't finish the book because of the headache it gave me. I was better off just taking note of Kurama's words of "wisdom" and whatever knowledge he had gained over his human life.

I frequently find myself occupying my time with just watching the girl.

Sitsumi is her name. She is 23. She lives alone and has no living relatives. Her current occupation is owning a tea shop that her tiny apartment sits on top of. Her only friend that I could see is her cat. I didn't care enough to remember its name. From what I can tell, she has no social life whatsoever other than speaking with customers, her employees, and that animal. Normally she's in here, with me, either tending to me wounds, reading in her cushioned chair, practing on her black piano, or playing some sort of game connected to her television.

I thought Yusuke and Kuwabara were strange, but this girl is just indescribable.

When it rained last night, and I was half way off to sleep, she opened her window and sat there, her legs hanging off the edge, letting the rain soak her through. She didn't stop staring at the sky until it stopped raining three hours later. And when she walks, she uses the balls of her feet as support unless she is wearing shoes. Normally, however, she only wears socks that come up to her mid thighs. Then there's that vacant look she gets at times, as if she is going in and out of this reality and into another. When something breaks her from her trance, she jumps as if she had been snuck up on.

What becomes increasingly annoying is her insomnia. I haven't seen her sleep once since I've been here. She is up all night doing one thing or another. In the morning she's always busying herself with something. She just doesn't seem to have an off switch. It's apparent that she doesn't sleep due to the heavy, dark circles under her eyes. It's the only thing that makes her angelic appearance seem more human and real. Other than that, she seems perfectly healthy and vibrant. Her eyes never lost their dark blue luster.

Her style of clothing wasn't entirely unusual. She wore what most humans wore. Jeans, jackets, shirts, her favorite article of clothing, besides a small blue ribbon she has tied to the back of her head in her hair, I found to be her socks. She has three drawers filled to the brim with them. And no, I was not snooping around. I'm just being observant of my surroundings. Some of her clothing didn't fit her. They were too big. Her small frame is three inches shorter than my own. (Not to mention I grew three inches in the last seven years since the last Makai tournament. An inch every two or more years. I'm now 5' 1". There have been two new rulers since Enki won the first. The new ruler is some thunder demon named Taion.) She says she has to get most of her clothing tailored. Which I am not too surprised at.

Unlike other human women, who continuously talk to fill in the empty space, she tends to be silent. She'll occasionally ask me a question, or tell me something about some important event, but she has never tried to pry into my personal life. Her questions are always simple and right to the point. My name, my age, where I am from, my favorite foods. She hasn't even tried to ask about how I received my near fatal wounds. She has been conservative and reserved. In order to seem human, I asked her much the same questions. I'm sure it would seem odd if I didn't take a small interest in her, but normally, we do not speak. I'm actually grateful for this. Less talking, no explanations. I wouldn't have to make up an entire story about my life, seeing as I'm not from this world. So the silence was welcomed. She is a lot less annoying than I thought she would be.

However, the most bizarre thing would be her damned cat. No its not that it sits there like a statue watching me 24/7, its only movement being its tail swishing back and forth, or that its cold, fog grey eyes always seems to know something I don't. It's the fact of its demonic spirit energy. This cat is from my realm, where the nightmares of humans come true and devour everything they hold dear. How it crossed over, or how the girl found it is a complete mystery to me. When I asked, she merely states that she's had it since she was a small child. It also has excellent camouflage. It looks like any normal human house cat, small, lithe. I have been wondering what the cat would want with this girl. She's too skinny to be a meal, has no energy signature to tap into and leach off of, no luxurious home or any sort of wealth to be gained. As far as I know, the girl is completely useless to any demon unless its for their sick pleasure. Seeing as the cat is female, I highly doubt that's the case.

I decided to leave it alone for now. It's not wreaking havoc in the city, devouring humans, or even controlling the girl to do her bidding. It is being a civilized pampered house cat. If that's what it wants, who am I to take it away from her?

I sat in that cushioned chair when the cat jumped into my lap and started to purr, rubbing its face against my person, demanding attention. "Get off, pest." I shoved it off the chair.

"Meow." It glared at me disdainfully. When it walked off, I thought it had given up until the back of the chair fell flat, taking me with it. I flipped over and landed hard on my ass. I looked at the cat. Its front paws on a lever on the side of the chair. I was wondering what that mechanism was for. And now that I know, I can strangle that pitiful excuse for a rat catcher.

It laughed at me, giving hisses, and choked meows as it rolled on the floor. I'm definitely going to kill that cat.

I picked it up by the scruff of its neck and glared at it with intended murder, my fist balled up, ready to give it a one-way ticket to the main land.

"Aww. Milkshakes, are you making friends with, Hiei?" The girl walked in, setting down some bags at the table.

"Meow!" It answered back, running to the girl after I had dropped it.

"I hope she wasn't too much trouble, Hiei." She smiled sweetly at me.

"Hn."

"That's good." She rummaged through the bags and came out with a video tape. "I bought a movie today. I was wondering if you would like to watch it with me?" Her eyes gazed at me with a hopeful innocence that some would call cute.

"Hn."

"Great. I'll make the popcorn. Do you like butter on yours?" She grabbed another item from the bag. A small package wrapped in plastic.

I fixed her chair, making the back side stand straight like before. "It doesn't matter."

"Kay. Oh, and sorry I forgot to tell you that the recliner's broken. The foot rest won't come up and the back of the seat… well, I think you figured that out for yourself." She smiled sheepishly before leaving to make the popcorn.

'Hn, stupid girl.'

I took my seat on the… recliner I think she called it. The cat jumped into my lap again. "Meow." It purred incessantly, trying to get me to pet her. She repeatedly went to my hand, rubbing against it. I finally gave in and scratched its ears. The purring became louder after she laid herself comfortably on my left thigh.

"I hate you." I told it. It answered by licking my hand with its sandpaper tongue then laughing at me again.

The girl came back a few minutes later with the popcorn. "I hope you like gory horror movies, Hiei. This ones Suspiria. Ever heard of it?"

"No."

"You'll really like it. You struck me as the gory horror movie type." She put the round, flat disk onto a tray that was then eaten by the box it was connected to. She sat on the floor next to my legs with the popcorn in her lap.

So begins my torture for the night.

Throughout the movie, the girl continued to giggle and stifle laughs as the stabbings and glass mangling continued. At the razor wire scene, even I couldn't contain my amused laughter. Our desensitized insincerity made me believe she was perhaps a psychopath. I already knew my reasons for being highly entertained.

Once the movie was over, I got up and stretched. My aching muscles haven't been used in so long. I'll need to head back to the Makai soon. I know I'll be hearing it from both Mukuro and Koenma. Hn, I'll just tell them I was on vacation. Their agitation won't bother me any. It's not my problem.

I looked down at the girl, wondering why she has yet to move. She was sleeping. Her head was tilted slightly to the side being supported by the recliner. Her chest rose and fell with each breath. Her lips were slightly agape, her long eyelashes laying against her pink cheeks, her hands by her side, limp, unmoving, and her long black hair cascaded down to the floor. Angelic. Childishly angelic. I automatically knew where she would end up after her death. She was much too… pure to be put anywhere else, weak, yes, but nonetheless, she gives nothing but kindness. There is no other place for her in the afterlife.

I felt something hard in my chest take form after I thought about the reality of her imminent death. I quickly dismissed it. It's inevitable. I shouldn't worry about the life of a simple little human, whether she helped me or not, it doesn't matter. My thoughts on the human race won't change just because of on girl; though, a gentle soul she is, humans should all be wiped from the face of the Earth. Every last one of them. There is no room for such weakness to live, and she is no different. No matter how generous she is, she will always be a human.

I kneeled beside her and gently took her in my arms. She was very light in my arms. I took her to her bed and placed her there. She didn't stir. I placed the blanket over her and let her rest. The cat jumped onto the cot, lay on top of the girl, then curled into a little ball to sleep.

I went to the drawer and opened the one she had reserved for me. I took my cloak, my shirt, and made my way to the window where my katana was leaning against the wall. I strapped it to my side after opening the window. The cold night air tickled my face with its presence. I stepped onto the window seat. Looking back at the girl, I saw she was fast asleep along with her cat.

When my eyes drank in their fill of her angelic face once more, I flitted off into the night. Planning on never seeing her again.

TBC…