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Prologue- Weathering the Storm -
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Hiei POV~*~
Fear flooded me and I shook with it, much like the leaves that shook in the wind and snow, which seemed to flood the city. My hands too small to properly grasp the katana at my side and I was forced to do something I am loathed to do in the middle of a fight. I ran. I ran as fast as I could, becoming little more than a black blur as I darted away from the strange demon I had been fighting seconds ago; a demon who had just put a spell on me.
The city was a mass of dark shapes and blinding lights that reflected off of surfaces and the powdered snow. The house, which was my destination quaint, the man I was hunting charismatic and beautiful, and then I encountered two problems.
One; Kurama, that odd fox-spirit-possessed-human, was out.
Two; his human mother had shut and locked his window, my entrance, which was normally unlocked and open, welcoming me in, welcoming me to the first place I had ever felt truly safe, the only place I felt truly safe and wanted. Welcomed.
Hunched in the tree, perched on my tree branch, the 'pathway' to the window I opened my third eye. Jagan. And searched for my foxy friend, his energy easily detected as I remembered it and a vision of him on a couch with the rest of our 'team' our 'family' and a few others, at Yusuke's.
Bitting the inside of my lip I looked at the slightly frosted window and made a quick decision I was sure I would regret, pulling my katana out, having to use two hands just to get the right grip, and wedged it under the window. Yanking down, I heard the sharp snap of the lock and the window opened my katana cracking, brittle with age and near constant use.
A whimper brewed in the back of my throat as I eased the window open fully and spilled inside, closing the window as I heard someone head towards the room, the heavy pad suggesting Kurama's human stepfather was headed over, probably to check and make sure everything was okay. Eyes darting around the cold, dark room I flittered over to the fox-spirits closet.
And luckily, just as I finished easing the door as closed, Kuramas bedroom door opened. "Hmm, strange," the middle-aged human male muttered after a moment before leaving and I sighed in relief only to curse as I found that this side of the closet door did not have a handle on this side of the door.
Having eased the stupid thing closed from the bottom of the door, as those handles tended to be very noisy when they wanted to be, I was now stuck, in the small, dark space until stupid-fox came home. I would not call out to him, just because I was now the size I had been when I had been the equivalent of a five year old human child and was stuck in his stupid-closet.
I was better than that!