Love you guys, here's some angst. (There's some sweetness at the end, though)
Ages:
Kurama- 6
Tsuna- 5
"Family makes a house a home."
~Jennifer Hudson
Kurama hovered outside the room.
His...mother had been discharged from the hospital several days ago but was still on bed rest due to her injuries.
His 'father' arrived within hours of the attack with a group of men in suits and a doctor in tow. Kurama remembered being woken up by one of his fathers, apparent henchmen trying to pull him away from his...mother's side. The woman had flinched at his glare but insisted on picking him up so the Doctor his 'father' brought could examine his...mother's wounds.
Now the woman and many others were on alert around the house and the neighborhood.
Kurama shuffled his feet silently trying to ignore the twisting feeling in his gut as he watched the occupants of the room.
His...mother was propped up slightly on the bed talking quietly with his 'father' sitting beside her. She was stroking his little human brother's fluffy hair with her good arm as he was curled up in her lap fast asleep. His human father had been even more skittish around him, which resulted from Kurama being separated from the rest of the family more often than not.
Under normal circumstances he would have been incredibly pleased with this, however, now he wasn't certain what he felt.
This frail human woman had willing put her life on the line to save him.
It was a mind-boggling concept for a demon; for Kurama.
Loyalty was a fickle thing in the demon realm usually based on power and wealth. He knew that despite their claims, many of his former followers were only loyal to him out of fear, or lust for power and money. True loyalty was rare, self-sacrifice was almost unheard of.
Kurama had heard about it occurring in passing and had laughed along with his fellow companions at the utter nonsense.
Devotion to another was not something he fully understood.
(Kuronue probably understood, considering how long he hung around Kurama and the way he died. For a cheap necklace that held no value other than whatever memory it held for the bat demon.)
Humans were weak and pathetic.
Why would someone as frail and weak as her throw themselves into danger when they didn't have to?
To save their offspring?
She had another to carry the line. If the boy died as well then it would have been more intelligent for her to run while the man was occupied with them and save herself. She was still young. She could still have other children to carry her line.
Why would she potentially sacrifice her life when she had a chance to get away?
It was stupid.
It only proved how stupid and weak humans were.
As soon as he saw that Kuronue was compromised he left the other demon. He knew that trying to stay and save him would have most certainly resulted in his own capture and/or death, so he ran. Kuronue knew that too, so he told him to run.
(If he had stayed, could he have saved Kuronue?)
Kurama's stomach twisted.
His hands tightened on the doorframe.
His father's men, the neighbors, the police, they all whispered about how brave she was. How good she was for protecting him.
It didn't make any sense.
Humans were strange.
He eyed the scene in front of him trying to puzzle through his twisting emotions. He never had this problem before, where he didn't know what to do or think. He had always been in complete control of himself, his thoughts and his emotions. He blamed the human body. There was something with their chemistry; their hormones that were making him excessively emotional. He knew that had to be the case.
He should go back to his room. He should try to sort out this mess through meditation. He had calculated the time it would take for him to be able to regain his powers and leave this human body. He just needed to hold out for four more years.
He was a demon.
Four years were nothing to him.
He should…
He took a step, then another…his…his mother's eyes landed on him immediately and she smiled warmly. He reached the edge of the bed and his 'father' picked him up and set him beside her with a short warning about not hurting her.
"Hey, there my sweet boy. I'm glad you decided to come in." She whispered while stroking his hair. "I missed you."
He curled into her without saying a word.
Humans were stupid and weak.
They didn't make much sense to him, but this woman, his…mother, had saved his life despite the cost to her own health and safety. He didn't understand why, but he owed her a debt he didn't know how to repay.
(That was a lie. He knew what she wanted. It was what she had always wanted.)
He blinked slowly at the people surrounding him. For once his 'father' wasn't scowling at him, but fussing quietly over his mother as she laughed softly at his antics. His little 'brother' curled up against him as soon as he was settled on the bed and now had a fist of Kurama's shirt in his hand. His mother noticed his stare and smiled down at him her good hand running through his hair slowly.
(Perhaps…)
Humans were strange.
They could commit the most heinous acts that even rivaled demons.
Yet, they also gave their devotion and loyalty to others without expecting anything back.
They even threw themselves in the way of harm to protect the one's they cared about.
It was confusing.
(…but perhaps now he understood a little bit…there was a certain warmth that came with being cared about…and caring in return.)
He put his head down on his mother's chest, listening to her steady heartbeat.
(Perhaps, he'll take the time to learn a little more.)
Yes, Kaito Kid was the second best thief, lol. I couldn't not include him when mentioning best thieves. Btw, I got an A on that test.