The Blowup
"I see you've appointed a consort," Mukuro remarked.
Yusuke nodded. "Yeah. Hokushin said it was necessary."
"He was right. Someone like Yomi would take great pleasure in trying to seduce you if you didn't have a consort. It seems that my heir is not pleased with the choice."
"Yeah, well it sucks to be him."
"Indeed." Mukuro looked at Kurama. "Perhaps you should speak with him."
The kitsune looked at the king who nodded. "If you want to."
Kurama stood up and bowed. "I'll return shortly, my lord." He walked across the floor, adding an extra sway to his hips just for Yusuke's benefit, and exited the room.
It wasn't hard to find Hiei, following the sounds of screaming and the plumes of smoke led the fox right to the sulking demon. He was sitting in Kurama's bedroom amid the smoking wreckage of what had once been a bed. Kurama shooed the servants away and leaned against the door frame.
"Well this is a childish display," he commented.
"Shut up. How could you do this?"
"How could I do what? How could I come here and find someone who will actually appreciate me?"
"Him?"
"Why not him? Didn't you accuse me of liking him in the first place? Wasn't that why we were fighting?" Kurama wanted to know.
"I didn't think-"
"Yes I know. You never do." Kurama sighed. "Let's cut to the chase, Hiei. I am with Yusuke now. I will serve as his consort and live here."
"So you've given yourself to the king now. Opportunistic whore, aren't you?" Hiei snarled.
Green eyes went as cold and hard as diamond. "Hiei, you are a child." He turned to walk away. "If you want to talk about this like rational beings, you'll know where to find me."
"Yeah, in Yusuke's bed," the jaganshi muttered.
"More than likely. Especially since you've ruined mine."