deliciae

I Return to You: Chapter 2

deliciae: 'tosses Kuro and 'Shuuichi'  plushies to CharcoalCat' Thank you for your review! And yes, Rurouni tomboy, it is perfectly okay that you are the second reviewer, and thanks for the review. Here. 'hands over another set of Kuro and 'Shuuichi' plushies'

Muse: Hey, those were mine! 'Hugs Kurama, Karasu, Youko, Kuronue plushies tightly' Where is MiniMuse? 'Leaves to find MiniMuse and whispers to the plushies "I'll get my revenge on deliciae soon…"'

deliciae: O.o Okay that was unexpected.

Warnings: Yaoi. That means boy x boy. Yeah. If you don't like yaoi, please leave now. OOC-ness, and OCs: Kuro, Kuro's father, and Sensei Izumo.

/…/ Youko speaking to Shuuichi

//…// Shuuichi speaking to Youko

MiniMuse: 'appears out of nowhere, licking lollipop' Meep.

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Kuro stretched, feeling the stiffness in his muscles relax. Blinking again, he looked out through the curtained-windows and noticed the sun hadn't yet risen. Normally he rose with just a few minutes to spare to get ready and get to school; but this time he was awake early, and it allowed him extra time to train.

Quickly he stood and walked through another doorway, one leading into a sparsely furnished room. An ordinary double-door cabinet sat at one end of the room, and floor-mats covered the blandly carpeted floor. His socked feet crossed the room, and his lithe fingers opened the clasped cabinet. Once the wooden doors swung open, an array of weapons was at hand.

Violet eyes glanced over each item, giving it consideration, until he reached the twin silver scythes. Those two pieces had always been his 'weapons of choice' and as such, he wanted to train again with them, perfecting his movements. He made his way over to the mat, and once there, let his mind drift into a meditated state.

In the trance, he saw youkai rushing at him, in the middle of a forested clearing. In his hands dangled the scythes, which were quickly put to use. Rapidly, he slaughtered those closest to his form, then those that had been entangled in deadly vines and not yet dead. Dropping his blood-coated scythes, he turned, with a smile on his face. Normally the trance ended at this point, but this time he was able to see a flash of silver and a soft smile before being jerked to reality. Quickly he blinked his bluish-purple eyes into focus and looked for what had disturbed his 'practice'.

His father stood just inside the room, and smiled approvingly at the youth. "I saw your practice, Kuro, and I must say you surprised me with the handling of those scythes. It was almost like they were an extension of your body." He praised, and Kuro ran a hand through his hair, unsure. "Thank you, father." The gleaming blades glistened from their location upon the matted floor, and his eyes widened. Quickly he retrieved them and placed them back inside the cabinet, then closed it.

The older man had not moved, from his position by the door. "Kuro, I won't be home until late tonight. The technicians found a flaw in the latest program…" His voice trailed off, and his son sighed, "It is fine, father. I will not wait up for you, but I will leave a light on." His father nodded, and Kuro smiled softly, "Now if you will excuse me, I must prepare for school."

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Kurama cracked an eye open and groaned. He just wanted to go back to sleep, but his responsibilities as a human, and as a student, called to him. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, he stumbled from his bed and into the bathroom to quickly take a shower.

As the water ran over his form, his thoughts drifted. The documents in Kuro's file had yielded no answers, and it still baffled both Kurama and Koenma. The only explanation that the human-youko was able to think of was that Kuro was once a youkai of some sort, and had been able to flee Makai when wounded, taking refuge in a human body. Just as Youko had done, merging with the human-child Shuuichi. But that left a serious question, if that were the case, then who would've merged with the human-child?

Koenma had agreed to the idea, and had the Ogres, faithful youkai servants, pull all the files of the youkais that had died up to a year prior of Kuro's birth. Kurama guessed that the list wasn't going to be completed until almost the end of the week, and Koenma had promised to alert Kurama as soon as it was done. However, Yusuke was being called in on this case as well, because he was the main 'Reikai Tantei' for Koenma.

Speaking of the brown-eyed, dark-haired troublemaker, Kurama had not seen him once during the time he was there. A frown tipped Kurama's lips downwards, but was quickly pushed away, as were all the thoughts and current worries. Quickly he finished his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. Another towel had been set aside, which was now being used to dry his fire-toned hair.

His footsteps were silent as he walked into his bedroom and pulled out a neatly pressed pink-uniform from the closet and a pair of silk, silverish-colored boxers. With a glance at the bedside clock, he noticed his time had diminished and he only had a few minutes before he had to leave. He hurriedly dressed, and then paused on his way out the bedroom to brush his hair. Inside the kitchen, he opened the small refrigerator and pulled out a salad that his mother had brought by a few days prior. He placed that inside a bag, intended for his lunch, and then grabbed a small, ripe nectarine for his breakfast.

Grabbing his books and his lunch, he hurried out the door, locking it behind him. At least this time he had time to walk, rather rush, down the sidewalk, instead of using his ki.

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Kuro and Kurama entered the classroom at roughly the same time. "Hey Shuuichi." Kuro greeted and Kurama 'Shuuichi' nodded, "Good morning, Kuro." Both walked towards their seats and sat down. "Tell me about yourself, Shuuichi. Yesterday we didn't exchange any information about ourselves, and my curiosity has gotten the better of me about you."

Shuuichi blushed lightly, and focused his attention on the wood-grains of his desk. "What is there to tell about me? I am the son of a wonderful woman named Shiori, and last year I was able to move out into my own apartment. I have a few good friends, and I am working for my stepfather's company on the weekends. I guess that's about it."

Kuro nodded, and smiled lightly, "I am the son of an engineer who is dedicated to his company. I left all my friends behind when I moved back here to Tokyo, and I hope to make new ones. I am mostly alone at home, so it is like having a large apartment, because Father often works late at night. I love to train and familiarize myself with various weapons."

Just before Kurama could reply, the teacher stepped up to the podium. "Since there has been controversy and criticism over my morning quotes, I have decided to abolish that part of our routine. And as such, since it was twenty-five percent of your homeroom grade, I will replace that with an open-journal type assignment. I want you each to have a notebook where you write down for the first fifteen minutes what you are thinking of, and what you hope to accomplish, as well as your reflections over the previous day. We'll begin that tomorrow. But for now, we shall learn about the mating habits of frogs."

Most of the students groaned, and a couple of the girls looked ill. Kurama ignored them all as he watched Kuro out of the corner of his eye. /My, he sure is good-looking. Don't you think so, Shuuichi/ Youko's voice once again startled the green-eyed youth, who had been ignoring the teacher's unnecessary discussion. //Yes, I do think he is…// Shuuichi blushed as he looked away, gazing at a crack on the otherwise-flawless, yet bland, white wall. /Maybe we should do something about that… ask him over / Youko mentally smiled, and Shuuichi gulped silently. Youko chuckled as Shuuichi spurted indignantly. //He barely knows us//

/Then why, if 'he barely knows us' does he keep an eye upon us as we do him/ Shuuichi paled, but strained to keep from laughing at the silver-haired fox youkai's choice of words. Shuuichi glanced over at Kuro, to confirm, and green eyes met purple-toned. Both boys looked away quickly, startled to have the other notice their attention. The bell rang, ending the first class of the day.

"Kuro?" Shuuichi's soft tenor voice stated as both began to collect their books. "Yes, Shuuichi?" "I was wondering if you'd like to visit later?" Inside Kuro was ecstatic and gleeful, but at the same time, uncertain. Finally he made up his mind, "Sure, Shuuichi." "Alright, we can go to my place right after school."

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Shoes were flung off right after entering the small apartment Kurama rented. Kuro had been surprised when Shuuichi led him to a middle-class apartment building, and had stated, "This is where I live." He hadn't known what to expect, but the building was in excellent condition and lovely flowers grew in abundance around the building.

Once inside Shuuichi's apartment, the scent of flowers and plants filled the air, making it cleaner than that of outside. Lush plants filled every available place, but didn't make it look overcrowded or gaudy. A feeling of déjà vu swept the dark-eyed youth as he glanced around the room. Shuuichi had left him inside the living room while he went to change.

A nice entertainment center, a decorative glass coffee table, and a plush brown-leather couch filled the room. Kuro sat down upon the couch, instantly loving the feel. Just as he was comfortable, a soft scent filled the room, different than what it was and Kuro glanced around.

Shuuichi stood in the doorway, wearing a pair of blue jeans, and a loose cream-colored turtleneck sweater over his tall frame. The outfit that he had chosen added to his effeminacy, making him appear even more so the female. Lavish green eyes, surrounded by thick lashes, sensual softly pink lips, faintly rosy cheeks on an overall clear, pale complexion made up the student's face. Kuro licked his lips, suddenly dry-mouthed and breathless at the sight.

A light smile appeared on the redhead's lips, and he asked, "Need something to drink?" If Kuro hadn't known better, he would've sworn that Shuuichi was flirting with him. But Shuuichi wasn't that way, was he? Suddenly this thought raged intensely inside the black-haired youth's mind, and he didn't know if he wanted to find out. He had just recently found out that he did not prefer, or even like, girls, and had wanted to meet and be with someone the same way.

"Y-yes." Kuro rasped out, his voice drier and huskier than previously thought. Kurama turned and walked out of the room, into the kitchen, with his hips swaying lustfully. Once inside the kitchen, he smirked. /All is going well, I assume/  //Of course…//  /Ch. Shouldn't have asked. With my manners and attitude…/   //Stop flattering yourself//

He quickly filled a teakettle with water and placed it on the stove to heat. After a few minutes, the teakettle whistled, signaling that the water was hot and ready to use. Gently he sat it upon a tray he had pulled out from a cabinet, beside two upturned china teacups and a couple teabags.

Walking back into the living room, Youko snickered as Shuuichi suddenly blushed. Kuro was lying on the couch, his eyes closed, one arm laid over his eyes, and he had removed both his uniform jacket and undershirt. A vivid redness coated the black-haired youth's cheeks, and his breathing was a little harsh.

/Looks like someone…/ "Kuro?" Shuuichi's soft tenor voice echoed through the quiet room before Youko was able to finish his statement. The weapon-master did not move; however, his breathing became softer and deeper as he fell into a dreamless slumber. Kurama frowned as he sat down the tray on the coffee table. Even though both the youko and human were disappointed at this turn in events, they still were pleased about that Kuro had accepted the invitation instead of declining.

Quietly he sat down upon a pillow on the floor and poured hot water into the teacup, over the teabag. Dipping it a few times, fragrant spices filled the air as the tea filtered through the water, coloring it a deep auburn. He sat aside the wetted bag of tea and spice, and slowly began to sip the tasty beverage, while pondering which youkai's soul had come to possess this innocent and lovely boy.

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TBC.

deliciae: All right. How was that for a second chapter?

MiniMuse: Meep. 'Finishes lollipop'

deliciae: Thank you for reading, and hopefully you will review, whether you liked it or not.

Muse: 'offstage' Yeah! Suggestions are always welcomed. Now, MiniMuse, where are did you go?

MiniMuse: 'Disappears'

deliciae: O.o Um, thanks again, everyone.