Youko Kurama most definitely enjoys the fact I'm probably his biggest fan atm. RIGHT?
-Youko nods and falls asleep-
Ah.
However, this fic is mainly from Yomi's POV. Though Youko will be taking the reins ever so often.
ANYWHO. Enjoy. :3
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Yomi ran a hand through his hair, sighing irritably. Today's huge stack of paperwork was looking as uninviting as ever. As he sat down to begin on the pile, a knock came from the large double doors he had installed sometime ago, as per his son's request to look more like a "king".
"Enter." He said, not bothering to divert his full attention to whoever it was, for he had just seen that Mukuro had threatened to reveal incriminating photos of him from a "social gathering" if he did not hand over 500 hiruseki stones. That fucking woman.
"Lord Yomi sir...It's..." He began, fumbling over his words in terror.
"Tell Shura if he destroys my garden one more time..."
"No sir, it's not him. It's...Well, I think you should come see for yourself."
Yomi looked up from his new document, a request from Yusuke (who now controlled what used to be Raizen's territory) to allow him to build a "new joint" so he could "liven" up his province. As he got up, his face was in an annoyed scowl.
"Listen you, if this is some trivial matter, I'm going to have you disemboweled."
"Oh no sir. It's just...He doesn't like waiting."
Yomi raised an eyebrow at this statement and quickened his pace down the hall, suspicion rising. There was only one person in all of Makai who had the gall to demand his presence and then grow impatient.
He threw open the even larger door to the courtyard (courtesy of Shura once more.) and became frozen with shock. Youko Kurama, his old boss and now close acquaintance sat on a literal throne of petals. He eyed Yomi dreamily as he descended his perch with one fluid movement and strode over to Yomi in a similar manner. Nearby, a female secretary collapsed into her co-workers arms.
"Yomi," he said in his perfect voice. "It is an honor to see you yet again. It has been far too long."
"Huh. You make it sound like you missed me, Youko. What do I owe the pleasure of your visit?"
Kurama's attention had been diverted to the sky in the short amount of time it took Yomi to complete his greeting. He was about to shout at him when Kurama answered gently, "Must I have a reason, my old friend? Can not a lonely fox visit an old comrade?"
Yomi snorted. "Lonely? Youko, pardon my rudeness, but you haven't been alone in your entire life. Even when you were a human, you never once slept alone in a bed when you hit 16."
Kurama sighed and played with an end of his hair, eyes closed in apparent thought. "I suppose you have a valid point. However, I have come here for a reason. One that I think you might find...Interesting."
"Hm? What might that be?"
Kurama now gave his full attention to Yomi, smirking evilly. Yomi, who could tell this, shifted nervously.
"Yomi...I want you to help me steal once again." He said, putting a hand on his shoulder. Yomi smiled and gently removed his hand before scrunching his face in anger.
"What the hell? Do you honestly think I would be willing to help you with something like that? No!" He hissed. Kurama merely smiled pleasantly and began to run a lock of hair in between his fingers.
"Perhaps...If there was something of importance to you involved?"
Yomi's anger immediately subsided to curiosity. "Hm? And just what would that be?"
Kurama smirked. "Melody."
Kurama wondered if it was wrong, getting pleasure out of Yomi's now blank expression.
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Wtf? I'm sorry, but this just ttly came out REALLY short. I'm going to try and STICK to it for once. (btw don't worry; Chapter two, which I have planned out, will be much longer.)
-Youko yawns and turns over in his sleep, muttering about lazy teenagers-
Bastard.