Hagiri didn’t bother to look directly at the figure standing before him, instead opting to roll his eyes and focus on the small flame he was protecting. “Considering you’ve been stalking me, I’m thinking today it’s an I-Don’t-Feel-Like-Murdering-Anybody-On-My-Off-Time kinda worse.” Was this guy seriously underestimating a man of his skill that much? How insulting. As if Hagiri were to drop his guard long enough for something so glaringly obvious to slip by unnoticed. When the gunman was being followed, he knew.
“You think I can’t sense a demon or I was hoping for a coincidence?” Rhetorical, but he expected some useless quip in return. He could recognize arrogance when it stood in front of him. Anybody worth their salt could. As easily as Suzaku floated down, Hagiri raised him up - with not a twitch of his fingers or a print to be left. Only a foot in the air, the streets were empty but some enjoyed watching the rain. It wasn’t worth causing too much of a stir. The psychic spent much of his off time in the past few years practicing. Telekinesis was not a skill to waste. Another drag, Suzaku held up by a loose choke hold for the duration. A friendly warning.
“Don’t mean to pick a fight necessarily,” he began, dropping the demon to his feet, “but as you can see, I use demonic energy myself.” Hagiri tapped off an ash and drew in another breath of toxins, smoke escaping as he continued, “Makai Insects. Gotta love ‘em, right?” A curt laugh and finally he met the demon’s eyes with a smirk, “Now why don’t you tell me your agenda, and I’ll decide if I should dispose of you now or we both just walk away. Got a problem with me and I’ll kill you. Need somebody dead, we might have a deal.”
I was not surprised when Hagiri revealed that he had noticed me all along. I hadn’t exactly been hiding in a very impressive manner. Still, I made a note to avoid underestimate the man, human or not. What did shock me was the sudden realization that my feet were no longer on the ground, and the discovery that it was the human boy who was causing the magic. I did not bother with struggling, remaining relaxed and waiting for the little show of power to be over and for my feet to return to the sidewalk. There were too many people around for Sniper to do anything stupid, I was certain of that. This was just a little trick, a warning display of his power. Iwould know, since I too was a fan such warnings. Already, this encounter was getting interesting.
“You speak as if you could be rid of me so easily. I assure you boy, that demon energy or not, you’ll fine I am not so easily defeated. You can not match me.” I seemed to flicker out of existance, and appeared behind Sniper less than a second’s time later. My hand shot out, fingers gripping Sniper’s upper arm. “Your human body can not match my speed.” Tightening my grip, I applied more pressure. Just a little more and I could shatter the bones inside with little effort. “It can not match my strength.” Releasing the human, I dissapeared again only to reappear back in front of him. “So if I were you, I would learn to hold my tounge. Threatening your superiors can get you into trouble.”
I gave the boy a look over, a smirk pulling at my lips. Not bad, not bad at all. “Of course, if trouble is what you want, then by all means, attack.” Teaching him a lesson could be fun. I had always enjoyed breaking down the ones who’d been brave and foolish enough to challenge me. The cries of the proud were always sweeter.
I began to circle him, my hands locking behind my back as I chuckled at the human who stood in the center of my predetory circle. How unfortunate he was, to have started off our meeting with a threat. “In answer to your question… what if I am not here for either of those reasons? Perhaps I am only here because I am… intrigued?” I finished his second circle around Sniper, stepping forward to stop in front of him to tilt the human’s chin up with a finger and study him closer.
The novelty of demonic speed wore off back when Hiei’s sword made its way through the human’s chest cavity. It would prove easy to disable the demon temporarily, one swift move if he cared enough. However, he cared much more about getting out of the rain than picking a fight.
Hagiri laughed at the mention of superiority. “Let’s not forget who came closer to killing the detective, huh?” In his recent boredom, Hagiri took to watching the leaked tapes. Skipping around, mostly. Nothing cohesive. “And he was damn stronger then than he was against you.” Hagiri felt no fear pertaining to Suzaku. Demon or not, he didn’t find the “Saint Beast” must of a threat. But the predatory manner with which Suzaku stalked around him ensured the psychic kept up his guard.
Revolting so when an unwanted finger found itself beneath his jaw, turning his head for inspection. Unpleasantly nostalgic, being watched like a piece of meat. He jerked his head from the demon’s hand. Growling, “Who said you could touch me?” Hagiri snuck another quick drag, blowing the smoke away from his current conversational partner. “Intrigued or not, learn how to ask.” The man went on to mutter something about acting like a goddamn modeling agent and dealing with that shit enough from them. “Might be good looking, Goldilocks, but that doesn’t mean you can grab me however you want.”
