Unsightly critters scattered as the malice in Kurama's aura grew nearer. The flowers and trees seemed to bend themselves towards his energy, happy to have their master back, but he paid them no mind. Images of Hojo lying in a pool of his blood kept appearing, urging him to make those visions a reality. Kagome is my best friend. He snorted at his own though, she was his closest friend, but he felt that friendship was bubbling into something more.
"Subtly isn't going to work any longer Red," The kitsune swished his tail back and forth, agitated by the earlier scene.
"If we push too hard, we could lose her." His brows scrunched together as he continued to make his way to one of his many hideouts.
Youko resisted the urge to roll his honey colored eyes at the hesitancy of his host. "You would just let her continue this farce of a relationship?" Youko tapped his slender fingers on his knee; his hardened face did nothing to reveal the anger pulsating through his veins. If Kurama didn't act soon, then he would.
Kagome tapped her fingers on the aging table as she waited for Hojo to return with their drinks. Try as she might, but she couldn't figure out what caused Kurama-kun to leave without saying goodbye. She sighed heavily, eyes darting to the couple across the café, snuggling and looking very much in love.
She averted her eyes away as Hojo approached with two cups of coffee, black for him as he preferred his coffee free of any taints and hers with just two sugars. She gave a small smile as she accepted the cup, the warmth seeped into her hands, soothing her.
Raising the cup up, she couldn't stop the grimace that appeared on her face; it was bitter-bitter like the love she had for him.
"Kagome-chan," Hojo looked at her warmly.
"Yes, Hojo-kun?" she murmured, taking another sip of her coffee.
"I'm happy that you gave us a chance." He reached over and squeezed her hand. Noting how cold her touch was, he pulled his hand back and looked down at his coffee, willing it to give him answers.
"It's beautiful out." A small smile graced her face as she took in nature the best she could through the window.
Hojo stared at her in wonderment. "Yes, it is beautiful." How could he doubt her feelings for him? He toyed with the box in his jacket pocket. Tonight, he thought, tonight he would ask her.