Sunday afternoon found Kurama sitting on his balcony, hunched over, tending to his precious rose bush. Feminine fingers gently traced each and every petal, wiping away the sparkling morning dew drops. Long claws graced the stems, skillfully avoiding the sharp thrones, and as the sun rose, streaks of light caught in Kurama's hair, making it shine.
Shizuru crossed her arms, shamelessly admiring Kurama from behind.
He really is beautiful. No wonder people mistook him for a female. Shizuru smirked, swallowing her laughter. She watched, as the object of her affection leaned on his left leg, fingers moving to set fire to a few weeds.
"Isn't that overkill?"
Kurama shrugged. "I don't enjoy getting my hands dirty."
"Your such a child."
The fox winced awkwardly, shooting the brunette a withered look. "... I simply despise the feeling of dirt under my claws. Nothing more."
Shizuru arched an eyebrow and plucked a cigarette from her pocket, lighting it.
"Must you smoke that thing out here?"
"Yes. That a problem?"
"... Shizuru," Kurama pleaded, and that was it. The strong Kuwabara felt herself crumble, her insides turning into goo the minute her deep brown eyes met his shining emerald ones. She sighed, and crushed the cigarette under her foot.
"Happy?"
Kurama smiled, running his claws through his bangs purposefully.
Shizuru rolled her eyes. "You're going to be the death of me, fox."
"I assure you, dear, the feelings mutual."