Fear or Phobia-Kurama/Hiei
Kurama had been plagued with a form of PTSD after the first tournament. Hiei supposed all of them had to some extent, but what had seemed odd was after his wounds had healed, the fox seemed perfectly fine. He'd smiled and bid them all well before walking home, the only thing seeming to bother him a phantom pain in his leg. 'Where the muscle had been ripped out' Hiei cringed at the thought.
Hiei noticed his fox wasn't alright by accident. He'd been following him, bored himself of being yet again trapped amongst the humans. Kurama seemed unaware of his presence, reading a small book as he took an unusual route home.
And then there was a loud noise; a bang. And the fox had ducked down, hands over his ears, the branches of the tree next to him shooting up against an unseen attack. After a moment, when no pain came, Kurama stood up, breathing slowly, intently. He shot up into the tall oak, willing the branches to grow, cover him with their foliage. 'Karasu' Hiei realized, stomach sinking 'He thought it was a bomb...' He felt an unusual pang of sympathy welling in his chest.
And when Kurama went to bed that night, rose vines winding themselves around his bedposts, Hiei hopped in through the window. "You need me," he shrugged off the fox's questions, perching on the foot of the bed, sword in hand, "I'll stay so you can get some god damn rest. You look like hell." And
Kurama had smiled, gratefully.
