damned_institute | Day 28; Bus 3

There was, Naomi decided, some sort of cosmic irony in all of this. Not that she was trapped in a deranged and possibly other-worldly asylum with a man she'd idolized for years and a boy who was being investigated for - among other things - the murder of her fiance. No, at this point, those were perfectly normal occurrences. Rather it was the soft, pretty, feminine pink sweater dress she'd been stuffed into in the morning. A chance to wear normal clothes, and she looked like a soccer mom. The white blazer and white boots only made her look like a soccer mom who maybe hadn't given up gogo boots.

It was humiliating. Why couldn't she have jeans and a sweater? And sneakers? Something she would conceivably wear? Not this damned pink monstrosity. And her nurse kept saying how pretty she was.

She didn't care if she looked pretty.

Grumbling to herself, and taking it out on her muffin, Naomi was shoved onto an empty bus and told to 'sit tight'. Oh, she'd sit tight alright....

At least she was relatively certain L was alright. She'd spent the whole night with him, and other than falling on his ass, nothing had happened to him. And hopefully nothing would happen to him in town, either....

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Perhaps Hiei would have missed it, had he been the type to ordinarily give out compliments like a decent, polite fellow. But every compliment was laced with insult, every positive half-hidden behind criticism, so even with his headache, Hiei recognized Waka's words for what they were. At least on the surface.

"I refuse to be part of that low class lot." Hiei scowled as he said the words, thinking of how low-class he was here. His Jagan was painful to maintain, his dragon could hardly be called a dragon, his speed was simply pathetic--he wasn't even D-class here. But there was no need for the demon to say it, particularly not to Waka.

Besides, the prophet had fallen silent, and that suited Hiei well enough. He closed his eyes to try and rest, and might have even succeeded until the bus moved forward with a lurch. Hiei's head bounced off the glass, and the demon glared at the window, cursing under his breath.

He glanced at Waka then, thinking about everything that had happened the night before last. Looking away, he thought over it for a moment, weighing consequences, and in the end decided Kurama could just be pissed at him.

They would recognize him anyway, just as they had Hiei.

"There's another from my world here. Kurama. He's a demon as well, but much more patient than me." Much more, so much that it became annoying at times. "But he's more ruthless than I am, and he won't hesitate to strike back when he's been attacked. Make sure your goddess friend knows that, in case she decides to go after him."

Waka wisely didn't mention - didn't even acknowledge noticing - Hiei's rather undignified awakening. A two-hundred-year-old prophet tended to pick up at least a little wisdom over the years, even if he didn't always choose to listen to it.

He let his gaze slide over to the smaller demon when Hiei began to speak, however, marking his words with interest. He hadn't expected to be offered this warning, which - regardless of its dire implications - was likely meant as an olive branch of sorts. Why he was being offered it, he couldn't really have said, but he appreciated the gesture.

"Something to keep in mind," he agreed, with a slight nod. "Thank you for the warning."

Day 28; Bus 3

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