Title: Cerulean

Author: TheSuperNinja'sCrabcake

Summary: The dark-haired woman easily piqued Kurama's kitsune curiosity. It wasn't often that a being of such power was able to run freely wherever she pleased or able to command such respect from Koenma without even asking for it. And try as Koenma might to dissuade his interest, Kurama wasn't going to back down until her learned everything about her. It had been a sealed deal from the moment his eyes had met her that day in the office.

Style: 500 – 1000 word drabbles.

One: Crimson

"—perfectly, Kagome-sama."

The first time that Kurama caught a glance of Higurashi Kagome, he had walked into Koenma's office and caught the tail end of an obviously extremely private conversation.

The large ogre had tried to deter them from going inside, but Yusuke was too pissed to wait to give Koenma a piece of his mind and had promptly drop kicked George in the face, granting them entrance.

And now that the doors were open, Yusuke's mouth promptly flopped open.

A young woman stood in front of the desk that was normally crowded with paper work, her violently crimson top dropped to pool around her waist, leaving the slender dip of her back bare to view. Midnight locks streamed down her back, ending at her waist—ink against the parchment of her creamy skin. Despite the fact that they all knew that Koenma preferred his toddler form, he was standing tall as a teenager. His dark eyes were caressing the skin presented to him, his hands pulling the soft body closer to him.

How interesting, Youko murmured, a grin twisting in his voice, his proverbial tail swishing back and forth.

I'm mildly disturbed, Kurama admitted as he watched the skillful way that Koenma's hands moved across the woman's bare-chest and he murmured softly to her. The darkly haired woman nodded, her hair shimmering as it moved, whispering back something to him in return.

Finally jolting out of his surprise, Yusuke loudly cleared his throat before letting out a howl of laughter to cover up the awkwardness that Kurama could sense bleeding through his aura. "I didn't know you had it in you, Koenma!"

Koenma's eyes instantly flitted to the tantei, eyes widening comically and his hands wrenching away from the beauty like he had been burned. He flushed a bright shade of red, instantly popping back to his toddler form and falling all over a large stack of papers that instantly buried him. Spluttering around his pacifier, he emerged, finally seated back behind the safety of his desk. "N-Now don't go getting any ideas! It's not what it looks like! I was inspecting-"

"Playing doctor is more like it," Yusuke snickered, arms behind his head as he appraised the situation with amusement. He had never really considered Koenma being in a sexual relationship, what with him running around as a toddler all the time and being such a workaholic.

"I have a rare disease," her voice fell over them like liquid and all of their eyes turned to meet her startlingly cerulean ones as she buttoned the top few buttons of the blouse that she had slipped back on over her lithe shoulders, the collar frilly against the pale column of her throat. "Koenma is one of the only ones that can monitor it. He was giving me a check-up, not doing whatever your perverted mind has come up with." Buttoning the last of her cuffs, her eyes narrowed in on Yusuke's, hissing coldly as she brushed past him, "Hentai."

When she neared Kurama, however, she slowed her gait. She was so close that Kurama could smell the lotus and moonlight of her scent, but he could also detect an undercurrent of lightning's wary scent when it strikes during a severe storm.

After a few seconds, Kurama distinctly realized that she was studying him. He politely returned the favor. He committed her face to memory, her foreign eyes, the gentle slope of her nose, the light rose petals of her lips, and the white of her teeth as she revealed an interested smile.

"A kitsune," she murmured, tasting the word on her tongue. "But not. How odd."

"Arigato, Koenma," she called, waving as she left, her hips moving delicately from side to side with each step.

Kurama noted the lack of an honorfic and how Koenma had blatantly called her Kagome-sama.

It wasn't until the door closed behind her that the atmosphere abruptly changed, making him realize that that had been her aura that had filled the room. It had been so subtle, calming, and encompassing that he hadn't even noticed and it left as swiftly as she did, siphoned away.

While Koenma and Yusuke then proceeded to shout at each other, gold swirled within green, Youko just beneath the surface of his eyes as they both trained their attention on the door that the woman had left through.

Kagome…

His curiosity had undeniably been piqued. He could wait, though. He would see her again and would uncover the aura of mystery that surrounded her.

After all, that was a kitsune promise and he had never broken one before.

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~Ninja