Worthy
Also a pentadrabble, also based on Blossomwitch's 'What I Won't Tell You'. I just couldn't leave Hiei's perspective unexplored.
Kurama is always awake before I am. Always awake, and staring wistfully past me at something he cannot see. At you, detective—or at where you aren't. At the window, where your cloying scent wafts in with every breeze, and beyond it to where he knows you are. He can sense you by ki, as can I. I never bother. You're never here when I wake.
He is, and he isn't. Of course he returns when he senses I'm aware, smiles down at me as only he does, and I smile back to know that he is grounded once more; but it is disconcerting, at best, to be alone for even that short time.
Even if I possessed only a human's feeble senses, I would know you come here nightly, just from the expression on his face: gentle, melancholy, and sentimental. It is a look with which I find myself favored at odd times as well, and usually when I least expect it to appear, a look every bit as unnerving as vacancy. But I find I prefer it when it is for me, and not for you.
I have earned it. I do not believe you have.
Kurama is a prize that must be earned, though it cannot be kept; but he, himself, does not understand his own worth. I do. Save Yukina, he is the only youkai alive of any worth at all. That includes me, despite what he says—and it also includes you. But he is a youkai, and he cannot be claimed by just anyone, no matter what that expression says. How you may do so is no longer up to him.
I do not harbor the delusion that Kurama is mine. But he has come to trust me, and I will never betray that trust, even if I must act against his wishes. I have become aware of his mind even more than when we were partners—he shares with me every thought but one, and what cannot be spoken is a danger. You are a danger, detective, and until you are no longer, I will not allow you nearer to him than his side in battle.
Make no mistake, I hold no resentment for you. You have been an effective and trustworthy ally, an asset both in and out of danger, and an adequate foil to offset the grating fool. But I will never allow you to tarnish the fox's heart. It is too precious for that. Nothing in this world or any other is as precious as that drowsy sadness with which he holds me, as if he fears I may vanish, unaware that I know it is he who will eventually depart.
One day he will turn away from me, and turn instead to you, and I will do all in my power to be sure that you are worthy of the honor. So never fear, Yuusuke; you'll know one way or another whether I have judged you to be deserving.