Strangely, As Always
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Kurama had fought for his life quite a few times. Each time, he had a plan. Each time, he knew what he was doing. But as he ran through the trees, he couldn't think of what to do. He was out of energy. He was out of deadly plants to manipulate.
And then there was the blood steadily trickling down his arm. It had gone numb awhile ago; if he survived this experience, he would probably never use it again.
If he survived. That was a pretty big 'if.' In fact, if he won, Kurama thought he might die anyway.
A wry smile twisted on his face. What a pleasant thought. Sighing, he slowed down as Genkai's temple came into view, leaning against a tree. As he grew older, hitting his thirties, his body had slowed down more and more. Finally, it had come to a point where it was necessary to face the facts: he wasn't changing. He wasn't going to. His face still looked the same as it did when he was 18. So, he had moved permanently into the temple that Kuwabara also inhabited.
He never even dreamed someone would try and kill him.
Karma's a bitch, Kurama mused, making his way slowly to the temple again. He was chased to the human world. Now he was being chased to death. Fitting, in an ironic way.
"Now, now, Kurama, we wouldn't want to be slowing down, would we?"
A pain erupted in his head. The last thing he heard was, "An eye for an eye. A tooth for a tooth."
Yes, very ironic indeed.