Charms
"There, there." Kurama's mother comforts Eiri-san who is sobbing uncontrollably. "What's wrong with her?" Yusuke peaks around the door with a rice cracker in his mouth. "Eiri-san is happy that she got reviews on her story." she smiled at the boy. "If she's happy why is she crying?" Yusuke looked at her confused. "Tears are the emotions you just can't hold inside anymore, whether it's sadness or happiness." Kurama's mother explained. "huh?" Yusuke didn't get it.
Chapter 17
"Hikari-san!" Kurama yelled over the howl of the wind. "Hikari-san!" The storm was terrible, could it be turning into a hurricane? The water fell in sheets and he struggled with the dark umbrella to keep the wind from taking it away. It was getting colder too, a few of the drops that hit him were like tiny daggers that chilled his skin under his clothes.
Daiki is out in this! He was out here alone and humiliated. Kurama tripped and did a one handed rebound flip just in time to avoid a mud puddle. His friend didn't have the skills, the experiance to prevent the kind of damage such small things can do.
//I should never have come//...Daiki wanted him to come but...Hiei told him he shouldn't but...there's no way he could have predicted this. Hiei thinks of battle and winning, rarely does he consider the delicacies of interaction between others. The hunter...he was sure that silhouette was the same as the one that nearly killed him sixteen years ago. That...was probably it, the warning.
The fox looked around, //what am I doing?// he was wondering thinking about useless things. He had to find his friend, and fast. He knew Daiki didn't have a coat or umbrella and with this storm he would surely get sick or worse. //damn it.// his chest tightened. How could someone with so much experiance and wisdom in life be so useless? He swore...to protect...
"The next bus is in twenty minutes!" Yusuke told Keiko over the wind. They were standing out side of a coffee shop, under the shop cover. //Yusuke-kun.// Kurama was surprised to see them here. //they can help me look for Daiki. Yusuke has seen him once.// he thought hopefully and began to cross the street.
"Let's go inside and get something warm to drink while we wait. Okay?" Keiko rubbed her hands together. Kurama stopped //maybe they're on a date. Yusuke has only seen him once. Maybe I shouldn't ask.// the fox demon stepped back on to the curb.
"Sounds good." He put an arm around her shoulder and they walked up the steps to the glass door. //I have to find him myself.// Kurama winced feeling a high powered rain drop sting his cheek. //If they were to ask why, I couldn't tell them. It'd just embarrass him more. I can't do that.// Kurama continued down the street.
"What is it Yusuke-kun?" Keiko asked.
"I thought I..." he hesitated, "...never mind." Yusuke told her.
Bright lights of cars flashed past him hurrying to escape the storm. He passed people cowering under shop curtains and in eateries. Any one on the street was running to get off of it. Kurama wasn't afraid or even brave there was a single driving force that kept him going. Nothing noble about fixing your mistakes, everyone should.
It was like a vice on his chest thinking how stupid he had been. The fox demon's mistakes had been unnumbered but this one was different. He felt so guilty. He just wanted to help. That's all he ever wanted. Some how he made it worse...worse and worse. He bit his lip and whined at the new wound, tenderly touching it. //so stupid//
"Hikari-san!" he called again and again and nothing. Where could he have gone? The red head cursed himself again for knowing so little about his friend. He had no idea where to start. Where would he go? What would he do? There had to be an answer. He went to the park they had shared a lunch together for the first time. Shuichi even braved Tosobaru Hazama who tried to persuade him to come inside many times.
"You're soaking wet," Soba told him, putting a hand on his shoulder "You should get out of those wet clothes, I've got plenty of."
"No, thank you." He pinched the hand off his shoulder.
"Ouch." the brunet took his hand back. "Well, maybe some tea then, you're freezing. You're young and I'm sure you feel invincible but you need help too some times you know. You'll catch a cold if you don't..."
"Is he here? Or not?" Kurama insisted.
"Why not come in and see?" he pesented the open door.
"I won't ask again." there was a low growl in his voice that added a threat a human teenager couldn't.
"No." the man didn't seem threatened so much as defeated. His shoulders slumped for a moment.
"I see, well, excuse me." Kurama was tired and hungry but he never forgot his manners.
"Shuichi-kun," Soba caught his attention, the man was smiling at him. "There's no where he'd rather be...than the place he calls home." he turned away. "Whether he only calls it home for a year, a week or even a day." His door shut lightly. The streaks of water looked like insects buzzing around the lamp light.
"Home?" green eyes widened with new resolve. He was tired and his body ached but he would bare it. //Home// he tossed the umbrella and ran in the only direction he could be. Inhuman speed and strength helped him jump and soar from tree to lamp post to fence top. It after sunset and the world of light was bogged down by that rain that had been beating over it's surface for hours now.
The closer he got to home the more gentle the rain seemed to be. The wind blew softer although his red hair had long been soaked down, his once flowing clothes now stuck to his body. The lamp light just out side of the apartment building lit up mists of heat from his body that the chilled air greedily swept away. //You have to be here.//
"Achoo!" a sneeze errupted from the other side of the gate. Kurma darted to see if...
There he was, sitting in the same lamp light. He was soaked and looked pale from the cold, or maybe it was the light. Strawberry blond hair looked light brown when it was wet. The teen shivered, sitting against the wall and his arms wrapped around himself. Daiki looked just like a lost puppy who just happened to get caught in the rain.
The red head was more happy and relieved then he ever thought possible. He knelt by the boy's side, putting a hand on his shoulder, reassuring. Daiki's clothes were spotted with mud and scratches. Where had he been? Kurama decided that it only mattered if he wanted to talk about it. He wouldn't make the mistake of prying into his life, not again.
"Oukairinasai (welcome home)." Kurama felt hot tears mix with the cold rain on his cheeks. Daiki's face was buried in his arms.
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I'm soooooooo sorry. I'm so bad with names. I didn't realize I already named the Hazama master Kaede. So I named him Fuyuki. I really like Fuyuki much better so I'll be sticking with this one. Sorry for any confusion.
"There, there." Kurama's mother comforts Eiri-san who is sobbing uncontrollably. "What's wrong with her?" Yusuke peaks around the door with a rice cracker in his mouth. "Eiri-san is happy that she got reviews on her story." she smiled at the boy. "If she's happy why is she crying?" Yusuke looked at her confused. "Tears are the emotions you just can't hold inside anymore, whether it's sadness or happiness." Kurama's mother explained. "huh?" Yusuke didn't get it.
Chapter 17
"Hikari-san!" Kurama yelled over the howl of the wind. "Hikari-san!" The storm was terrible, could it be turning into a hurricane? The water fell in sheets and he struggled with the dark umbrella to keep the wind from taking it away. It was getting colder too, a few of the drops that hit him were like tiny daggers that chilled his skin under his clothes.
Daiki is out in this! He was out here alone and humiliated. Kurama tripped and did a one handed rebound flip just in time to avoid a mud puddle. His friend didn't have the skills, the experiance to prevent the kind of damage such small things can do.
//I should never have come//...Daiki wanted him to come but...Hiei told him he shouldn't but...there's no way he could have predicted this. Hiei thinks of battle and winning, rarely does he consider the delicacies of interaction between others. The hunter...he was sure that silhouette was the same as the one that nearly killed him sixteen years ago. That...was probably it, the warning.
The fox looked around, //what am I doing?// he was wondering thinking about useless things. He had to find his friend, and fast. He knew Daiki didn't have a coat or umbrella and with this storm he would surely get sick or worse. //damn it.// his chest tightened. How could someone with so much experiance and wisdom in life be so useless? He swore...to protect...
"The next bus is in twenty minutes!" Yusuke told Keiko over the wind. They were standing out side of a coffee shop, under the shop cover. //Yusuke-kun.// Kurama was surprised to see them here. //they can help me look for Daiki. Yusuke has seen him once.// he thought hopefully and began to cross the street.
"Let's go inside and get something warm to drink while we wait. Okay?" Keiko rubbed her hands together. Kurama stopped //maybe they're on a date. Yusuke has only seen him once. Maybe I shouldn't ask.// the fox demon stepped back on to the curb.
"Sounds good." He put an arm around her shoulder and they walked up the steps to the glass door. //I have to find him myself.// Kurama winced feeling a high powered rain drop sting his cheek. //If they were to ask why, I couldn't tell them. It'd just embarrass him more. I can't do that.// Kurama continued down the street.
"What is it Yusuke-kun?" Keiko asked.
"I thought I..." he hesitated, "...never mind." Yusuke told her.
Bright lights of cars flashed past him hurrying to escape the storm. He passed people cowering under shop curtains and in eateries. Any one on the street was running to get off of it. Kurama wasn't afraid or even brave there was a single driving force that kept him going. Nothing noble about fixing your mistakes, everyone should.
It was like a vice on his chest thinking how stupid he had been. The fox demon's mistakes had been unnumbered but this one was different. He felt so guilty. He just wanted to help. That's all he ever wanted. Some how he made it worse...worse and worse. He bit his lip and whined at the new wound, tenderly touching it. //so stupid//
"Hikari-san!" he called again and again and nothing. Where could he have gone? The red head cursed himself again for knowing so little about his friend. He had no idea where to start. Where would he go? What would he do? There had to be an answer. He went to the park they had shared a lunch together for the first time. Shuichi even braved Tosobaru Hazama who tried to persuade him to come inside many times.
"You're soaking wet," Soba told him, putting a hand on his shoulder "You should get out of those wet clothes, I've got plenty of."
"No, thank you." He pinched the hand off his shoulder.
"Ouch." the brunet took his hand back. "Well, maybe some tea then, you're freezing. You're young and I'm sure you feel invincible but you need help too some times you know. You'll catch a cold if you don't..."
"Is he here? Or not?" Kurama insisted.
"Why not come in and see?" he pesented the open door.
"I won't ask again." there was a low growl in his voice that added a threat a human teenager couldn't.
"No." the man didn't seem threatened so much as defeated. His shoulders slumped for a moment.
"I see, well, excuse me." Kurama was tired and hungry but he never forgot his manners.
"Shuichi-kun," Soba caught his attention, the man was smiling at him. "There's no where he'd rather be...than the place he calls home." he turned away. "Whether he only calls it home for a year, a week or even a day." His door shut lightly. The streaks of water looked like insects buzzing around the lamp light.
"Home?" green eyes widened with new resolve. He was tired and his body ached but he would bare it. //Home// he tossed the umbrella and ran in the only direction he could be. Inhuman speed and strength helped him jump and soar from tree to lamp post to fence top. It after sunset and the world of light was bogged down by that rain that had been beating over it's surface for hours now.
The closer he got to home the more gentle the rain seemed to be. The wind blew softer although his red hair had long been soaked down, his once flowing clothes now stuck to his body. The lamp light just out side of the apartment building lit up mists of heat from his body that the chilled air greedily swept away. //You have to be here.//
"Achoo!" a sneeze errupted from the other side of the gate. Kurma darted to see if...
There he was, sitting in the same lamp light. He was soaked and looked pale from the cold, or maybe it was the light. Strawberry blond hair looked light brown when it was wet. The teen shivered, sitting against the wall and his arms wrapped around himself. Daiki looked just like a lost puppy who just happened to get caught in the rain.
The red head was more happy and relieved then he ever thought possible. He knelt by the boy's side, putting a hand on his shoulder, reassuring. Daiki's clothes were spotted with mud and scratches. Where had he been? Kurama decided that it only mattered if he wanted to talk about it. He wouldn't make the mistake of prying into his life, not again.
"Oukairinasai (welcome home)." Kurama felt hot tears mix with the cold rain on his cheeks. Daiki's face was buried in his arms.
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I'm soooooooo sorry. I'm so bad with names. I didn't realize I already named the Hazama master Kaede. So I named him Fuyuki. I really like Fuyuki much better so I'll be sticking with this one. Sorry for any confusion.