Title: No Source of Privacy
Rating:
PG
Theme:
#17; Waterfall
Disclaimer:
All standard disclaimers apply.Summary:
During Kurama's stay in Gandara, he has problems getting used to
Yomi's newly found senses.
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Despite the uncomfortable adjustment of his growing youryoku, Kurama tried to refrain himself from transforming into his Youko form while he was within Gandarian territory. Since was now aware of his old partner's heightened senses, Yomi would be constantly hovering over him if it was found that Kurama reformed into the more famously known silver Youko.
Kurama did wish to transform back to his old body and test examples of his powers in secluded areas of Demon World, but Yomi would not let him hear the end of it.
Their relationship had become rather strained ever since Kurama had received the Spirit of Words several months ago. Whenever Kurama was alone with Yomi (which he had tried to make less frequent and less timely at every possible moment), he felt a mixture of awkwardness and pure loathing in the pit of his stomach. It was rather uncharacteristic, and it bothered him greatly.
When he was not on duty to perform any political decisions with Yomi's court, Kurama steeled himself to search and explore the outskirts of Gandara. He observed new species of plants and found solace in breathing in the air of his old homeland.
After a particularly rough morning in the court, Kurama took to the forest in the afternoon for relaxation, getting his clothes dirty and dusted with earth. Sneaking back into Yomi's fortress, he quietly put his belongings away in his quarters and gathered a clean set of clothes before running a warm shower. It was late in the evening and hoped that no one would feel the need to wander into his quarters to disturb him.
Kurama soaked his thick hair under the artificial waterfall and stayed there for a long while, letting the battering water message his shoulders. He unwound and shut off the faucet.
His long, red hair dripping, he stepped out of the shower stall to reach for a fresh towel. He tossed his hair to scruff it dry with the towel and proceeded to dry his body.
"You're back, Kurama…" Yomi said casually from the doorway.
Startled, Kurama gasped and grasped the fluffy towel around his waist and clung it to himself before turning his head to the Yomi, who was standing within the threshold as if there was nothing shameful about walking in on someone in the bath.
"Um… yes…" Kurama stuttered, his face flushed from the heat of the shower turning even redder at the situation.
Yomi smirked, standing with his hands stuck in his pant pockets, though no longer in his uniform coat. Instead, Yomi wore similar pants to his uniform and a tightly fit and snug long sleeve black shirt that resembled a mock turtle neck – it was heavily collared at his neck and accented his jaw line quite nicely. The horned demon stood tall and his body language gave off a languid and calm feel, as if it was an invitation for Kurama to come closer to him.
Kurama eyed him curiously and contempt, but not enough for Yomi to feel any heat of distress from the fox's end. So Kurama inhaled calmly and waited for Yomi to make his first move – if any – in the situation.
Yomi's grin turned wider into a smile. If his eyes were open, they'd probably be filled with some sort of awkward joy.
"Um… could you step out for a moment and let me finish up here?" Kurama tried.
"Yes. Yes, of course," Yomi said, still smiling. "Just coming in to check up on your well-being."
Kurama tried to smile the same smile, but found it difficult to smile with the same passion.
Yomi exited and the Youko exhaled extremely slowly just to be careful that his old companion couldn't pick up his discomfort from five rooms away.
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--- Yomi… You're weird. :P
