"I don't see why we have to ask for help, Kurama," barked a certain fire demon, "We can find the Girto Temple ourselves." "Yes Hiei, I agree, but this girl has done a lot of research on the history of the temple itself. And although she's only fascinated with it by the architecture and the fact that our ancestors were able to build such a fine monument, she has no idea of what lies within," the firry headed teen told his friend. The only sound, which could be heard, was the sound of Kurama's heels taping on the pavement as the two walked side by side down the street. It was a little past midnight, Hiei insisted that they should leave a little later then Kurama had intended.