Bubble

Befuddled, he silently watched as his human mother and father blew up balloons and made a mixture on the countertop of which he was positive was for a cake. It was a bit humorous to see their childlike glee at getting together a birthday party for him. And also as confusing as the year prior. It was clear he had shown no joy at the noise and attention from the past two birthdays. Three years, Kurama stated manner of fact inside his head, only meant he had seven years left to put up with his human parents.

Secretly, he wondered what their reactions would be if all the balloons exploded. He eyed his human father in the midst of turning his face redder than the balloon he was working on. He had been getting faster and ridding this body of its difficulties with the small motor system, disliking how imprecise he was in this human body of a child. But he could get those, he thought with certainty, drawing out a portion of his gained back energy for the grass seeds he had stashed in his hair. Sharpening them, he eyed his target and prepared to throw the newly formed needles.

Keeping his face schooled, he kept sight of his next target as his human father peered down at the shreds of the yellow balloon that just went. Good luck human, Kurama taunted in his mind. All he may see was a simple grass blade and it would be discarded from any logical assumptions his human father could possibly make. Grass was brought in by shoes, a nuisance from outside that his human parents insisted on vacuuming. Next, that blue one, Kurama retargeted his wrist and flicked the next grass needle. His human mother let out a shriek as it was next to her and then let loose a bright chirrup of laughter. Then his human father cracked out a smile, mimicked the sound of the small explosion and they both laughed together.

Kurama frowned, puzzled at the reaction. They were enjoying being scared like this? He knew his human father would watch so called horror flicks with her. However, that seemed more of a ploy to wrap an arm around her in false protection. He could be aiming at them rather than the balloons. Granted, they were unaware of any energies or what he was doing in his practice of small motor skills, but two balloons just went to shreds in less than 10 seconds. Where was their confusion or concern on how that occurred? Maybe three in a row may garner a reaction, Kurama thought, still keeping his face blank in case they glanced over. After all, all those humans would see would be a quiet and unassuming toddler of just turned three waving a cute and chubby hand around. Dolts. Well-meaning and concerned on his unsociable nature compared to other children, but far too trusting dolts. How did humans survive with such lack of instincts?

Eyeing the other yellow balloon, he flicked his wrist and then froze as his projectile hit on target. Vaguely, he could see his human parents finally becoming confused over the death of their balloons. His energy still drawn out for the next grass needle, Kurama had felt a disturbance in the distance. What was his range now? Right around a kilometer or two was what this felt like, but his perception and precision was off in this human body of a child. He wasn't sure if it could be trusted, but he focused outwards toward it and surprisingly recognized the feel of it. He had done it just a few short years ago. Wide eyed, he turned in that direction, feeling out with his own senses. A definite soul, bound up inside a fume of energy, the soul being caught inside the whirlwind of energy. Kurama pulled back a little, wincing as he could feel this soul being ripped apart inside the spiritual energy and keeping up its attempts at fusing the tears back together. Ripping and healing, ripping and healing; he followed the path the energy fume dragged the soul to and waited to see how long both the traveling energy and soul would go. Kurama was not sure how he wished it to play out. This could lead to his discovery here before he could reclaim enough demonic energy. Perhaps it best this other soul should perish and he would stay low for a while, wait out any attention this soul may bring. Yes, he decided. It was best if this soul perished and its remains were found quickly by spirit world workers.

And then, the soul and energy began to set into a steady rhythm. Kurama could feel a balance being created. Suddenly, the soul burned brighter, melded together and rips drawing back together for a whole and intact soul. It faded, but lingered and he pondered at that. His own presence and small amount of energy crossing over had been covered by his human mother within her womb. Unsettled by the difference, his curiosity went up along with his need to discover all about this new soul, new person, to decide what to do about them and set plans in motion so it did not cause unneeded issues for himself.

"Shuichi dear? Is everything all right?"

He turned at the question, and then ignored his human mother in favor of getting up on two feet and walking to the bathroom. Closing the door, he waited a bit before pulling the glass of water beside the sink down and steadily poured it into the toilet. Problem was, he thought, his human parents would definitely notice if he left to investigate. Being his current human age would give him undo attention if out and about on his own. He flushed the toilet. He'd just have to remember that soul feel and energy for any future encounters. Hopefully, he would find a point in the future to properly look for it. If anything, he consoled himself, he wasn't the one flashing his energy like that. This other person was at a disadvantage in that regard thankfully. He turned on the sink, filled up the glass once again, and flicked a hand under the running water before turning it off.

And just because he didn't feel that soul or energy for the next two years, doesn't mean Kurama forgot.