"Kurama..." Yusuke said softly.
Kurama barely heard him.
The sound of the wind, the sound of the city, the sounds of his mother dreaming in her sleep-those were loud things, Yusuke was a whisper in the corner of his eye.
"Hey..." Yusuke said and touched Kurama's shoulder.
Kurama sighed.
The tears had ended some time ago and Kurama was left feeling absolutely...still.
He looked up.
The lights were out in his house. His mother had finally given up, gone to bed. Two full cups of cold tea sat in the kitchen sink.
"I'm sorry, Yusuke." Kurama said. Yusuke didn't answer at first. Kurama turned to look back at him and smiled. "I can't imagine what you must be thinking right now, Yusuke." he said. "After all of this..."
For a moment it seemed Yusuke was about to tell him exactly what it was that he was thinking, but in the end, he didn't. "Thinking? Me? What a waste of time." he said and releasing Kurama, he turned and started to walk away. "Let's go home." he said over his shoulder.
Kurama followed.
Yusuke walked with his hands in his pockets. The air was cold. Kurama imagined without a coat, the human must be cold, but he didn't show it.
Kurama glanced over his shoulder and watched as his house grew more and more distant. The moon was out in the clear sky. He wondered if the moon looked as bright to Yusuke as it did to him.
"Hey, Kurama?" Yusuke said without turning. "You know, if I was thinking and all, what I would be wondering?"
"Yes?" Kurama asked quietly.
Yusuke stopped. They had come to a railroad track crossing. A train was coming and the guard was down, the light was flashing.
"A lot of things. That's what." Yusuke paused. The train was approaching. "One-what it was that you and Hiei were doing. I don't buy that you don't know. You aren't the kind to be clueless, Kurama. Maybe you don't know much, but I suspect you know something...."
"Yusuke..."
Yusuke cut him off. The train was blaring. Kurama was glad Yusuke didn't turn towards him, he had started at the sound of the whistle. His nerves were truly strained, it would seem. "I'd also be wondering about Hiei-if he'll be alright, although I couldn't imagine anything could kill that short bastard." Yusuke laughed.
Kurama waited. The detective was speaking quickly. He was laying the cards on the metaphorical table and waiting for Kurama to show his own. "And lastly..." The train was about to pass. The horn was blaring, the lights flashing, the ground shaking ever so slightly. "I'd want to know what is going on with you. And why your eyes keep turning gold..." he paused, like the mention of such eyes was a bad taste, "And what the hell was that with Hiei..." Yusuke had turned to him and Kurama saw he was blushing and frowning.
"I..." Kurama began and the train passed them. "don't know..." Kurama said, but the answer was lost to the suddenly disturbed night.
It was impossible that Yusuke had heard him, but nonetheless, it would seem that Yusuke knew exactly what Kurama had said. His frowned deepened and he stepped towards Kurama. In an instant, he had grabbed Kurama by the front of his shirt and pulled him up. "Don't give me that crap!" He yelled.
Kurama's eyes widened and slowly, as the train continued, then passed, they narrowed.
"What do you mean, detective?" he said suddenly in a strange, soft voice. His eyes closed and his mouth stretched into a smile.
Yusuke scowled, but he wasn't surprised that when those eyes opened again, they were gold.
"Besides, if I did know, would you want the answer?"
...to be continued...