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A/N: Chapters will be alternated between the authors. Bluekitsune251 posts Ch. 1, etc.
This meeting has got to be the dullest yet, Kurama thought as he sat with his arms folded at the conference table, impatiently waiting for the goat like demon to finish yammering on about the information Kurama had provided him with a day ago. To ease his boredom, he stretched his senses beyond the castle, searching for Hiei. Although, if he were asked he would say he was checking on the various plant life spread throughout the realm.
It gave him the distinct feeling of thumbing his nose at a teacher, never mind that he held seniority of mind and demon body over anyone else in the room, and he inwardly smiled at the thought that this was a particularly Yusuke-ish thing to think, even discounting the thought that a large part of him enjoyed disrespecting the other demons in their very presence.
Hmm?
Momentarily distracted from his search for his younger friend, he dismissed the thoughts of the others present in the room to focus on an energy he didn't recognize.
It's not entirely human, but it's not demon energy, either, and fairly strong. Maybe today hasn't been a waste after all. He stood, interrupting the current speaker.
"I apologize for the interruption, Yomi. Theres a matter I must attend to. Please continue without me," he said shortly to the blind man at the head of the table, and walked out of the room without awaiting a response. Yomi wouldn't stop him. Despite their history, he was respected and even trusted to a point by the other demon.
Exiting the building from one of the many balconies by means of a vine he grew to an appropriate length then deposited into his hair for future uses, he transformed into the silver haired demon body with longer legs and started his journey. Don't let the stranger die was the sole command he sent to the plants ahead. He could patch him or her up if necessary, (probably) but there was only so much a corpse could say, even in the demon world. And Kurama had questions for the stranger that could not be answered by a corpse from a world he did not know.
It took about twenty minutes of running to reach the stranger. He was in the middle of a scattered ring of bodies, mostly of the foolish lower class, but a couple that had been middle-range patrol men of Yomis, and one he thought he recognized as Mukuros. Behind him there was a contraption that Kurama thought would look like it belonged in one of the mechanical storerooms of Mukuro or Yomi. While he was still out of sight of the stranger, he silently switched his physical form back to that of the human Suichi.
As he revealed himself to the lavender haired young man, who appeared to be seventeen or eighteen in human years, he took the opportunity to take in the more subtle details of the stranger.
He had a humanoid appearance, but had only the faintest sheen of sweat on his brow, despite fighting all the demons attracted to his considerable human scent. The sword in his hand was of a make he didn't recognize, although it was similar to a broadsword. His clothes were different as well, though it didn't seem to house any armor like qualities. His eyes were as light as his hair.
In a way, he was strongly reminded of the ice demon Touya. Even the wary look in his eyes was similar, as was the sense of deep hurt buried almost further than could be seen in the light.
On another hand, they more strongly resembled Hiei's eyes. Eyes of someone who had gone through far too much for their age.
Ah, well. There were really far too many living like that these days. Time for introductions.
Hopefully they wouldn't prove fatal. Something about this boy resonated inside his spirit in a way he hadn't felt for years, and he felt that he'd like to have this one by his side in a fight.
"Hello, stranger," he spoke quietly, stopping his approach about five meters away. "You seem to be a little lost. Perhaps I can assist you, I am quite familiar with these lands and the inhabitants." He left his arms relaxed at his sides while the lavender haired boy did his own measuring. After a moment with no response, he continued.
"My name is Kurama. May I have the pleasure of hearing yours?"
And again he waited for a response.