ForbiddenChildLover64: I hate you.
Kiyoshi: Sorry. Too bad you can't get rid of me. If I could leave, we'd both be happier.
FCL64: Oh, Kiyoshi! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!
Kiyoshi: Neither did I. Hey. We own Kayden. In case you need clarification, I am FCL64's muse, so I am actually the one writing the story.
FCL64: Shut up. That's half the problem. Now, as promised, a full summary: A young man shows up at Kurama's front door, harboring serious resentment against the demon he's never met. After speaking with Kayden, Kurama finds that, once again, his past is catching up with him. But this time, the past is entirely unexpected, but the impact is just as great. And the past is of an entirely different nature than any time before. Warning: focuses on one of the rather unsavory aspects of Kurama's past.
Kiyoshi: How overly-dramatic.
FCL64: Shut it, you. This is also our first attempt at a guy OC's pov, so we'll see how this goes… And no promises on frequent updates. Oh, and because it's from Kayden's pov and he's more than a little resentful the language is occasionally...not so nice.
I hit the button that rings a bell inside. He'll be alone. There is no human energy in that house. And I've been watching him for several weeks. I know his habits. But several times he seemed to tense, he looked nervous, as though he sensed he was being followed. My eyes narrow. How could he, the way I was hiding? Perhaps there is a sliver of truth the rumors. But what would make him live here?
The door opens, and his eyes are guarded as he glances me over. What do you see, you bastard? Do you see a threat? Do you recognize me for what I am? After nearly a minute he says, "There is something about you that seems very familiar. But I have no idea what or why. I cannot think where I would have met you." How about my ears and tail, you bastard? Do you find those familiar at all?
"We have not me." If we had me, chances are that one of us would be dead. And based on his aura, it would not be me. His sixth sense may be impressive, but there is nothing else to give reason to why he was so feared.
His ridiculous red eyebrows furrow over those stupid green eyes. What is he playing at, living as a human? Who does he think he's fooling? Weighing each word carefully, he says, "Why don't you come in? I don't think it's…prudent for you to be standing in a human street as you are. Many of them are still unaccustomed to our kind."
"Very well."
He allows me to pass before closing the door. In the kitchen, he prepares two cups of tea. What is with him? Has he gone mad? Or were the rumors that the fox demon was cruel and bloodthirsty never anything more than rumors? And to think, my mother is in love with this weak, human-loving bastard.
He sits down at the table, and I sit down across from him. When he doesn't speak, I ask coldly, "Are you really stupid enough to let a strange demon into your house?"
He smiles calmly. Is he mocking me? "I can tell you dislike me. However, if you were out to kill me, you would have done so the moment I opened the door. If you even rang the bell, as opposed to breaking down the door or breaking through a window."
Damn him. "I do mean to kill you." Just not until you've suffered a bit.
He looks at me a moment, then says, "You can try. But a demon of your caliber would have little chance against me."
Arrogant too. This just gets better and better. "My aura surpasses your own, yet you would suggest I cannot kill you?"
His voice becomes cold. I hit a nerve with that one. Good. "I am guessing you know who you are speaking to. You do not seem like a complete fool. I am, however, forced to assume that you do not fully appreciate the situation. If you did you would be quicker to fear me and not so quick to mock."
"Fear you? There is no reason for me to fear you. I know everything about you."
"While you can try to mask your energy, it is not very effective," he says, enunciating every word quickly and sharply. "You have been following me for the past twenty three days. Occasionally I lost you, but it didn't take long to find you again."
He was flinching because he didn't know where I was? That just pisses me off. He continues, eyes and voice colder and harder with each word. "My aura, you see, is roughly one hundred times stronger than it feels to you at the moment. That is the difference between your abilities and mine. In addition, you would do well to learn that in battle, tactics are at least as important as power. Now I suggest you tell me your name and your purpose or get out."
"My name is Kayden. I simply wanted to know if you knew who I was. What is it you find familiar?"
He stares at me, calmly drinking his tea. I have not touched mine. No telling what he might have put in it." The shape of your eyes. But the color is off somehow. Off from what, though, I could not tell you." How the hell could he not know that? My eyes are the same dark blue as my mother's but for those damn gold flecks.
"Krista," I reply, glaring. "You knew my mother. My eyes are almost the same color." He doesn't respond to the name. "Do you not remember?"
"No. How long ago do you believe me to have seen her last?"
"Slightly more than four hundred years." And my poor mother has been waiting for this son of a bitch ever since.
He nods. "Time can make one forget many things."
Forget? How could he forget something like that? "You said you loved her."
That statement actually has a visible effect. His eyes widen slightly. Is he finally getting the picture? He takes a deep breath, and his eyes return to their normal, inscrutable green. "I told many women I loved them. It is not my fault she would believe a liar, a thief and a murderer. Chances are I only saw her the one time."
True. In one night, he ruined my mother's life. And she forgave him for it. Suddenly he says, "It's not just your eyes. There is something else, not quite so obvious." Not quite so obvious. Is he just ignoring the ears entirely?
"She always said I looked like my father, except for my eyes and the color of my hair. She was always so freaking proud of that."
His eyes flash, but he only asks, "Perhaps I knew your father as well." His voice is tense. He suspects the truth, but he wants me to say it. I won't. Not like that.
"Go look in the freaking mirror."