Soft stealthy footsteps moved from across the room. Starting at the door and ending at the bed where his human hybrid old friend lay in a deep exhausted sleep. A young man in human years of twenty, the fox demon looked so much younger asleep in his uniform with one sock on and the other partially hanging off of his toes. Or at least that was how Yomi imagined how Kurama probably looked at the moment.
Out like a damned light and dead to the world.
His old friend was a fool to sleep so deeply in a demon stronghold. Especially his stronghold.
After what he had done over a century ago to take away his light, Kurama really should be much, much, much more untrusting. However being in human world had changed him. Given him a gentleness that he had never posessed before. And as his new second in command, gentlness wasn't something he needed to fox demon to aspire in keeping.
And so, Yomi had devised a plan to rip any shreds of decentcy, gentleness, and mercy from the young man like he'd ripped the wings off of insects as a child. Reaching out he quickly snatched the small seed that Kurama had obviously been too tired to pull from it's hiding spot along his nape, and moved back towards the door thinking he'd escape when he heard his old friend speak.
"I've no idea what you are planning to do with that Yomi- But I must say that I am curious to see what you do from here..." Freezing up slightly, Yomi stood with his hand on the door panel as sweat began to bead his pale skin while the door to Kurama's room swished open quietly and the demon turned to 'see' his old friend sitting up on his bed with an elbow resting on one knee. His long blood red hair falling over his shoulders and around his face. Giving him a wild look.
His dark green eyes glaring a hole through him. Yomi would have chuckled at the dark look on his old friend's face if not for the fact that he'd been beaten sensless by the fox demon on more than one occasion in his younger days due to the fact that he had woken him before he was damned ready to open his eyes and get the hell up.
And he had the sense that now would be no different unless Kurama truely wished to let him go.
"Forgive me old friend. I just wanted to make sure that you were comfortable." Yomi lied easily while praying that Kurama couldn't smell the lie. He knew tha old human saying about red heads and if there was any truth to it then there was a tantrum brewing in his friend the likes of which would cripple his plans to become king of the demon world.
And that would just be cruel since he'd worked so hard to get where he currently was- but that wasn't really the point. The point was that he was obviously pushing things too much with Kurama. "As I said, I was just making sure that you were comfortable. I'll leave now Kurama. Sleep tight." Yomi managed to say calmly despite the hard pounding of his heart against his ribs.
Kurama remained silent as his former friend/master left his room just as quickly and quietly as he had come and then glanced over at the bedside table where the lamp was still on and some of his seeds and flowers were scattered and noted that one of the seeds was missing. Narrowing his eyes slightly he wondered what Yomi could want with one of his seeds when he didn't have the same power or abilities he did, yet let it slide.
It was one small seed. Without his energy it could do nothing.
So what was the harm?