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Kurama returned to his room undetected by his mother. She worried about him, but he was quite adept at evading her by now.
He was used to dealing with lesser demons and he was strong enough to take care of most of them, but Hiei had been another case altogether. With the exception of their initial skirmish, he had actually become his ally against Yatsude.
Kurama changed into his pajamas and touched the bed that he had lain on earlier in the night. There was the slightest trace of heat still, reminiscent of the intense heat the demon had given off in his sleep.
The sleep talking had been a surprise. He had stood silent watch over him, pondering his motivations and origins, when he had heard the first words. He was amazed that a demon this weak could afford to spill secrets in his sleep.
Of course, he was surly and unpleasant when he awoke. But he had offered his name when asked, and Kurama liked the way it rolled off his tongue. He had liked the demon enough to heal him, to offer him shelter. He had not had a partner for hundreds of years, certainly not since escaping to this human form. But he and Hiei had worked together as seamlessly as if they had trained together for years. Time could only improve that dynamic surely?
When they had parted ways, Kurama had wondered where he was off to. Obviously he was searching for someone, but he had not seemed urgent in his desire to move on. As if he wasn’t quite sure where he should go next.
He slipped under his covers and stretched out, his lean form reaching the edge of the mattress already. He wondered how much more this human body would continue to grow. His hair was short, but it would be more useful long. He would have to find a way to explain to his mother that he wanted to stop getting it cut.
Shiori. He had noticed her coughing spells were getting more frequent. He couldn’t brush it off as allergies now that it had been more than a few months. He would start researching human diseases tomorrow. He would find the antidote and grow it himself. He didn’t want to see her suffer any longer from something he could cure.
His eyes closed and blood red eyes stared back at him as if branded on his eyelids. Hiei had been weak, but strong in will and attitude. He wondered about the jagan he had had implanted. It had been a long, long time since he’d met anyone with the strength to endure the surgery. He hoped it would help him find whoever he was looking for. He wondered who exactly the ice maiden in question was.
He thought about Hiei until he dozed off, slipping into rather violent dreams. But every time he felt threatened, a black and white haired demon stood at his back, facing the danger with him.