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For some reason, it's quite difficult to find a good KH pairing without someone getting horribly uke-ified (with the exception of a few choice authors who really get the dynamic). Here's my shot at an IC scenario, no undue fluff or AU stuff. I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. If I did, well, I wouldn't be writing this fic.

He was not in the business of giving gifts, at least, not in the traditional sense. Gifts were sentimental and lacked the cold distance that he had grown fond of in his adolescence. Having only ever received one during his life, which he wore around his neck protectively, he did not even know how to go about doing such a thing. Yet, this was an occasion unlike any other so he was told. Birthdays had never held much significance to him, seeing as his had almost entirely been spent alone and others', besides his newly found sister, felt wasteful. Year after year he was coaxed into one of the team's celebrations unwillingly and every year he had snuck away towards the end of the evening more aggravated than he had been before arriving. His persuader always seemed to have the right trick tucked away in his sleeve to insure that he would show up, had some control over him that he would never understand. It was this same persuader that drove him to break his habit of empty handedness at such events. It was the fox's twentieth birthday. This was the day he would become a man.

As far as he had been concerned, the fox already was a man, had been for a few dozen centuries. Still, the detective had convinced him that the day was momentous in recognition of his humanity, something that sat awkwardly with the little demon. It had been that same humanity which, only a handful of years ago he hated. Now, though, he was beginning to respect the fox's choice to fight for it. It was this state of being that, he realized after a few surfacings of the Youko, he truly preferred. They were innately different, something that had taken him by surprise when he first saw it. He wasn't sure anyone else had figured out yet that with silver hair came a different beast almost entirely, and was sure that no one else knew how much losing the small amount of control over the body he now had frightened the fox. Stability was greatly a façade, one that with effort and compromise between the two, was becoming more possible. After all, his body was only intended to hold the fox until he was well enough to live without it. The sharing of his mind was not something either being accounted for, and so they were choosing to stay as one, a mutualistic relationship, albeit one no one else could possibly understand. What he did comprehend was this: that the arrival of his twentieth birthday meant a pact had been made, the Youko allowing the half human to live out the rest of his natural life. What the terms and conditions were, no one but them would know.

This held much more significance to the demon than any human tradition. Still, he had kicked his feet for show, making the detective put up a good fight for his attendance on the day of the planned party just a few days after the actual event. He had been planning on visiting the fox anyway, though he chose not to tell the detective this. Why change his colors when he could drive him mad without trying? In the end, he had flitted off with his noncommittal "hn." Not only would he show up, but he would best them all with a gift more appropriate than any other for the occasion. First he would have to retrieve it.

The fates had aligned in such a way as to nearly place what he sought in the palm of his hand. The day before the kitsune's birthday was a tournament day, one of the richer, more powerful lords of the Makai's way of weeding out the weak and the troublemakers within their realm- not that it really was theirs. The fighting was held in one of the more traditional ways, a single rounded brawl held on neutral terrain, a winner only chosen once all others had either fallen or declared concession. The prize had not been announced publicly, only a few demons of high status were privy to that information. Luckily enough, a certain one-eyed ex-ruler of the Makai had been one of those few, and had been more than willing to pass along the information with a bit of teasing and begging. He was more than willing to fight for the prize. The tournament's host had been offering up a concoction of healing properties, a potion that was said to have been lost centuries before. With one swallow it was said to seal any cut or wound created by a blade, something he deemed useful for a fox who always seemed to take a hit in the fleshy part of his stomach. There was a catch, though, as there usually was with prizes in the demon world. This particular concoction had been noted for its effectiveness on humans. It had been a bit of a gimmick really, none of the other contestants would have had any use for it as far as he knew, as its effects on nonhumans had not been recorded. At its worst, he assumed, it probably did nothing. Even the fox's trademark wound was not fatal if treated, but at least this could streamline his healing. That was the thought behind it anyway, to minimize damage if not remove it completely. He hated seeing the fox bleed, as much as he loved to watch him fight. At least this way he wouldn't have to bleed for long.

The tournament had been won easily enough, doing no real damage but leaving him exhausted by then end of it. He had fought for a good twelve hours, hunting down every last one of the few hundred enemies within the confines of the wooded terrain which outlined the fighting grounds. It was only with the last surrender that the cannons were fired and he was granted with his prize. It had been in a mostly opaque gourd, which looked older and more valuable than the liquid inside, which was a peachish tinge from what he could gather. Without much time to waste, he headed back to the base which housed the most accessible portal to the human world he knew of. He had been planning on delivering his gift to the fox before the day ended completely, when he would be able to catch him on his own. Judging by the time, the fox would probably still be celebrating with his family, giving him a few more hours before he expected to meet him at his bedroom window, as always. Neither of their changes in address had stopped this habit of his; if anything the new apartment of the fox's held more appeal than his childhood bedroom had, with all the promise of an intruding human at any moment. As usual, the window would be unlocked, as if he was expected. He hoped to catch the redhead off guard, even if just for a moment. He reveled in watching shock widen those green eyes at his command.

What he had not counted on was being the one caught off guard. He was only a few kilometers from the portal when he felt an energy surge near him, and had nearly been taken away by the surprise attack. Clearly, he had not counted on competitors who chose not to join the tournament, but waited instead until the prize was in a more vulnerable position. He did not avoid the attack completely, swinging his sword in a high arc and taking off the head of his attacker just as the enemy sword plunged into his side. He wondered, as he felt the pinch of pain and the rolling of a demonic head at his feet, if he had not let the attack land out of pure curiosity. Yes, his carelessness had not been entirely innocent, and he felt something inside him let out a hiss as he removed the blade, a mix of blood and bile following it. Something had ruptured within him. He grimaced, cursing himself at the depth of the wound and holding his organs in place as he pulled off the stopper to the container he carried. Just one swallow, so they said, and all such wounds would be healed. It wasn't as if the fox knew how much had been in there to begin with, not that he was stealing much, and he was dying to find out if it worked before passing it along to his companion. Curiosity had gotten the better of him, and he swallowed thickly, wiping his mouth with a bloodied hand. The wound would still need wrapping, even if the potion did work on demons like him. He pressed against the hold, holding his organs in as he continued to run.

The world became dizzy much sooner than he expected. In fact, he was not sure he expected it at all. He had just reached the end of the portal when he felt himself collapse, as if feeling his condition for the first time. He was sweating profusely, still spinning- or was everything else moving- he couldn't tell. His tongue felt cottony. As he tried to lift himself up he found that his arms and legs wouldn't budge. They stayed firmly where they were against the grass and dirt. It took a moment, but he realized that he wasn't sure where his head was, face up or down on the ground. How disorienting. It only frustrated him.

Suddenly, he was fighting to keep his eyes open. The more that became clear to him the more he slipped into unconsciousness. He had drank some of the liquid he had saved for the fox. He had made it to the portal to human world. He was laying outside, and it was night. He could only assume from the smell of the air and the feel of the world that he had made it. It felt familiar. He heard his name being shouted, and as he closed his eyes firmly and drifted away he saw the single image of his aqua haired sister running over to him. He was at the temple. He had missed the day.

Then there was nothing.

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