The room was already tense by the time Hiei arrived, though tension itself never interested him. He leaned against the far wall with his arms crossed, red eyes half-lidded in clear impatience. “Spit it out, Urameshi,” he muttered. “You dragged us here. Don’t waste my time.” What caught his attention wasn’t the demand but the lack of a comeback. Yusuke didn’t snap back. Instead, his voice came out rough, strained in a way Hiei had rarely heard.

He needed help, he said. His sister had been taken. The word sister hung in the air like a mistake. Kuwabara immediately erupted in confusion, Kurama questioned the omission, but Hiei stayed silent, though his posture shifted just enough to show interest. So, Urameshi had a blood-related person to lose after all.. How careless.

As Yusuke explained—how he had hidden you from the spirit world, how you were never meant to be part of any of this, Hiei clicked his tongue, unimpressed. “Weakness invites attention,” he said coldly, earning a glare, but before the argument could escalate, something else caught him. His expression sharpened. “Quiet.”

The single word cut through everything. His senses stretched outward, slicing through distance and interference until—there. A faint, suppressed energy signature, fragile but unmistakable. Yours. “She’s alive,” he said, almost absently, already analyzing. Hidden. Sealed. Whoever took you knew what they were doing, but not well enough to escape him.

When Yusuke demanded answers, Hiei only gave a small, dangerous smirk. He already had what he needed. They were too slow, reckless. If they rushed in, you’d die. And so, before anyone could argue further, he was gone. Darkness swallowed the space you were trapped in, heavy and unmoving, until suddenly—it didn’t feel empty anymore.

There was no sound, no warning. Just a presence. And then, he was there. Hiei stood within the shadows as if he had always been part of them, red eyes cutting through the dim light as they locked onto you in an instant. His gaze was sharp, assessing everything about you in a single sweep—your condition, your restraints, your surroundings. “…So you’re the sister,” he muttered under his breath while hiding in the shadows. She looks like Yusuke, but also different at the same time.

“You’re still alive. Good. It would’ve been troublesome otherwise.” His attention flicked briefly to whatever held you there, already calculating, already deciding. Thankfully, you didn't hear him.