Kiyoni sat in her apartment and waited. And waited and waited and waited. She waited sitting on her bed. She waited watching TV. She waited nibbling on some snacks. The entire time, Kiyoni couldn't let go of that knife unless it was absolutely necessary. She was that paranoid. And then came a buzz.
"Ahhh," she screamed, completely forgetting that she had an intercom, "Wh-wh-who is it?"
"Kiyoni, it's me," Kurama thought it would be a good idea to enter the building like a normal person this time. Well, it was more like Shuuichi's idea for Kurama to use it as his own
"I'm here as promised," he spoke in Shuuichi's voice.
"Are you sure it's you? How do I know it's you, you?"
That gave Kurama pause. How would he be able to prove himself?
"Just come clean," Shuuichi suggested.
"Easier said than done," Kurama replied.
"Kiyoni's no fool. She's already aware of some of our actions and has grown suspicious. We both know this. Come on. It's all honesty from here on out."
Kurama disdainfully sighed, "Kiyoni, I...that's the thing. Proving myself is going to be a bit…complicated."
"Complicated? Complicated how? Suu'chi, don't you bullshit me."
"I'm not bullshitting you. I'm telling you the truth. Please let me in."
What did he saaaaay?
Kiyoni watches way too many TikTok videos.
Did he just say "bullshit"?
"I'm buzzing you in," she declared via the intercom.
Step one, enter the building. Check. Step two, making it past the apartment door, currently in progress. Kurama gave two knocks and waited on the door for Kiyoni's response, using his sense of smell to detect her presence. She reeked of fear and nervousness. The type of nervousness brought on by a volatile storm that not everyone is fully prepared for.
"Suu'chi...I'm opening the door and you know my policy."
"I know you have a weapon on you and I'm prepared for that. However, there's something you should know first."
"What's that?"
"When you open this door…" Kurama sighed in apprehension and shame while covering the peephole, "you're not going to like what you're about to see. In fact, I know you're not."
"What are you talking about? Did you grow a tail or something?"
Kurama looked back at his own tail, "Something like that."
"Now I'm worried."
"Apologies but I'm serious. I need you to trust me, Kiyoni. Do you trust me?"
"You're the only man of God I know who hasn't fucked me over so…"
Bit by bit, the door is unlocked and opened. Kurama was right. Kiyoni didn't like what she saw.
She was terrified by it, "No. Ra's fucking grace...no…"
Silver hair and a matching tail, amber yellow eyes, a taller physique. The physical features Shishi talked about when it was first brought up by Kiyoni.
"Kiyoni…" Kurama said in his own voice as he eased his way inside, "Kiyoni, I know this looks bad but I need you to keep calm for just a few moments. Allow me to explain myself."
Shuuichi warned Kurama to be ready for anything Kiyoni may pull and since it was the first time Kurama and Kiyoni meet face-to-face, officially, Kurama didn't know what Kiyoni would do. Didn't stop him from thinking dirty thoughts along the way. The amount of cutouts Kiyoni had on her outfit were very tempting and upon first glance, Kurama wanted to rip Kiyoni's outfit apart and expose everything underneath. Still, Kurama braced himself for anything.
As soon as the door was closed, Kiyoni took no chances, "Fuck you!"
She charged for Kurama with full force.
"Kiyoni, wai-!"
Kiyoni didn't wait. She kicked Kurama directly in the genitals, gave him two hooks to the jawline (one of them with the knife), an uppercut to the chin, and another kick to the stomach. Afterwards, she stood back like the blasian version of Street Fighter's Cammy White and Mortal Kombat's Sonya Blade and Jacqui Briggs with her knife held in offensive mode or downwards to watch her opponent slide to the floor bleeding and in pain.
"Oof," Kurama coughed.
Shuuichi was impressed, "What a combination! When did she learn to fight like that?"
"That's what I...would like to know."
"Say something, bitch," Kiyoni warned, "Don't get it twisted. I'm not that helpless. I'm the daughter of a military lieutenant from Chicago and the goddaughter of a drill sergeant. I can hold my own if need be."
"Okay…" Kurama slowly rose to his feet, "I can...I can see that. [Cough] I...I deserved that."
"You damn right, you did! I heard foxes are tricky but you're the fucking worst!"
"She's got you there."
"Okay...okay," Kurama determined, "Okay, I'm-oh, fuck, that hurts."
"Try something else if you want to," Kiyoni switched up her fighting stance, her blade in defensive mode, "I've been holding in a lot of aggression lately."
"Okay, okay. I surrender. Seriously, I surrender. I won't try anything from here on out. You have my word."
"Start talking. Explain yourself. You can make yourself sound like Shuuichi. So where is he? What have you done to him? Has something happened to him?"
"I'll answer that…mm [!], in a moment. However, I need a favor."
"Bull-fucking-shit! If you expect me to open my legs for you again, you can forget it. I'm not giving you jack shit unless you start talking. Don't make me cut you somewhere else."
If Kurama really wanted to, he would've taken Kiyoni down without a second thought. The level of strength and power between the fox and the succubus was significantly different given Kurama's age and how long Kiyoni has been a succubus. Despite that, Kiyoni just proved she was no pushover and Kurama wanted to test her theory no longer.
"I'm not here for that," he admitted, "Please. I need something for this."
Kiyoni noticed just how much pain she put Kurama through the way he was holding his family jewels and took solace in it. Her mother always said that one of the quickest ways to take a man down would be his balls.
"Your legs, although nice to look at…and get between...are quite strong," he commented.
Ugh! Ausar, take the wheel. Ma'at, please give me the strength to tolerate this asshole.
Kiyoni gave in, giving Kurama an ice pack for his genitalia, "Here. That's all you're going to get from me."
"Thank you," Kurama allowed the ice to do its thing and relaxed on the couch from the relief it brought. It was emphasized even more once Kurama unzipped his pants leaving only the fabric of his underwear as the shield between the ice and his groin.
Kiyoni took advantage by pulling Kurama's hair and aiming the knife towards his neck, "Now...start talking."
If Kurama wasn't worried about his bits, he would be giving Kiyoni a second round of pleasure. She did mention that she was a dominatrix and was full of aggression. The serious, vengeful look on Kiyoni's face, combined with the tension felt on Kurama's scalp, and the sensation of her knife against his throat were all doing something for him.
"None of that is necessary. To put it bluntly…" Kurama stated, "Shuuichi is here. He's me...and I'm him."
"Bitch, don't play with me. Tell me the truth."
"It is the truth. Shuuichi and I are of one body…sort of. Have been like this since he was an infant."
This was news to Shuuichi as well, "What?"
"How can that be," Kiyoni asked, "Shuuichi told me he was raised in the church."
"He was. That's no lie."
"Then what does that have to do with you?"
"Release me and I will explain everything. This will be a first for Shuuichi as well since he doesn't have the balls to find out on his own."
"I'm right here, you know," Shuuichi clarified, "Let's not forget that I didn't exactly have the time to learn more about our situation."
"You said he's here," Kiyoni repeated, "Where exactly?"
"Pull your curtain back and look at my reflection," Kurama instructed.
"What?"
"Do you believe in the man-in-the-mirror theory? That one's own reflection can show one's true self?"
"Always."
"Then see for yourself."
Kiyoni followed the instructions to the letter, using the hand that held Kurama's hair. The second she noticed the combination of green eyes, red hair, and matching fox ears looking back at her was the moment her knife fell from her other hand.
"Suu'chi…" she breathed, yearning for his physical touch and appearance.
"Good to see you too," Kurama said in Shuuichi's voice.
"Has it always been like this?"
"Yes. Ever since Shuuichi's abilities awakened, this has been our dilemma."
"So Shuuichi was never human?"
"It's not that simple. He is human but–"
Kiyoni tugged on Kurama's hair again, "Explanation. Now!"
Kurama grunted, "...As you wish but you have to let me go. I'm not going to move with this ice pack on me. It's really doing its job at the moment. You kicked me pretty hard and with great accuracy."
Didn't stop Kiyoni from reclaiming her knife and holding it to her guest, using her decorative table as a seat while Kurama sat on her couch, "I'm listening."
It all started a little over twenty years ago on the day Shuuichi was born. His mother, who was a devout Christian herself, had learned of the pending end of her son's very short life due to an incurable disease which placed the baby in the NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) and on life support. The mother begged and prayed for a miracle, one act of hope to extend her son's life or, ultimately, save it. Her cries were answered when she was approached by a young man by the name of Sensui Shinobu.
"Mrs. Minamino," he assured during a hospital visit, "The Lord has heard your prayers and has sent me to deliver his message. Your son will live. In Jesus's holy name, your son will live."
It was a lie. It was all a lie…partially.
Within a few days, Shuuichi did pass away, leaving his mother understandably distraught and heartbroken. Upon preparing for the funeral, Mrs. Minamino was given one last opportunity to say her final goodbyes to her one and only son which she did. Unfortunately, the baby she was given wasn't hers but of another deceased child. Shuuichi was stolen from the hospital by a follower of Shinobu and the mother was none the wiser.
At the church, in Shinobu's underground facility, a group of mystics waited patiently for Shinobu's delivery. In their possession, a small, glowing, blue orb of energy contained within a lantern-like case wrapped in enchanted binding and talismans.
"Do you have the vessel," they ask.
"Yes," Shinobu checked, "A few days old and freshly dead. Do you have the spirit?"
"We held our end of the bargain. Please present the vessel."
The baby was carefully examined and baptized in the mystics' magic, lying cold and lifeless within an empowered circle that housed a triangle, a square, and another circle where Shuuichi was placed. Although in spirit form, Kurama could see everything that happened including the small body he would inhabit. He hated the idea; the idea that if the transfer worked, he, physically, would have to start over. Meaning he would have to go through child and adulthood all over again but through a different pair of eyes. Nevertheless, Kurama would get to walk, eat, breathe, and ultimately live again.
Under the darkness of a new moon, the mystics got to work, reciting spells in foreign and ancient languages. Spells of reanimation, reincarnation, and spiritual transfer echoed throughout the open space releasing the bindings that held Kurama's soul and creating a path towards his new spiritual home. Once the mystics completed their job, they requested Shinobu to perform his version of Christian-based magic with the use of special herbs, oils, and biblical scriptures, and holy water to complete the transfer and seal Kurama's soul to his new body in God's name. When Shuuichi took his second first breath and cried, he was fed with his mother's milk through a bottle to calm him down. Said milk was the only thing Shuuichi had of his mother.
"What about the necklace," Shuuichi inquired.
"I'm getting to that," Kurama replied.
"Getting to what," Kiyoni wondered, clueless to what's going on between Kurama and Shuuichi.
"Sorry. Shuuichi speaks to me from time to time. I do the same thing whenever he's in control."
"Wait. So he can hear you?"
"Yes."
"Can he hear me?"
"Yes."
Emboldened, Kiyoni says, "Suu'chi? Suu'chi, can you hear me?" She hoped to hear his voice independent of Kurama.
Shuuichi's heart filled with warmth upon hearing Kiyoni's voice call out to him, "Yes, Kiyoni. I'm here."
"He says he's here. He can hear you," Kurama relayed.
"Prove it," Kiyoni demanded.
"Prove it?"
"Yes. Tell me something only Shuuichi, not you, Shuuichi would know."
Kurama sat there frozen and bewildered, "Eh...Shuuichi? A little help?"
"She has a brother," Shuuichi provoked.
"You have a brother?"
Kurama had already received a cut on one cheek within minutes of entering Kiyoni's home. His inquiry just earned him a cut on the other, leaving a few drops of blood on the hardwood floor.
"Ahhh," he screamed, snarling and muffling the worst of words for his hostess, "Ah, you-mufmmm!"
"Never...EVER talk about my brother again," Kiyoni warned.
"Thanks a lot, Shuuichi," Kurama growled.
"It was well-deserved."
"You do realize we share the same body, right? You're going to have these scars too."
"Worth it. Tell her about what happened earlier."
"Earlier?"
"Back in Kabukicho."
"Right. About your discussion back in Kabukicho. He was actually speaking to me while he spoke with you."
Kiyoni recollected, "So he wasn't crazy?"
Kurama shook his head, "No. I told you. This is what we've been dealing with since a few weeks ago."
"Now explain the necklace."
Kurama pulled out the necklaces from his pocket, analyzing them both.
"Wait," Kiyoni assumed, "Don't tell me you've brought more gifts."
"I'm...I'm not sure. However, Shuuichi insisted I bring these up."
"What's the story behind them?"
Before Kurama's soul departed from his own body, blood was collected on a piece of bloodstone and was given to Shinobu from the mystics. Now that Kurama was a part of a new body, blood had to be collected from that one and it was one of the few times Shinobu showed heart. While the mystics suggested that Shinobu collect the blood while Shuuichi was a baby, Shinobu decided to do so at a later time. Why do something so unethical to someone so young? That time came when Shuuichi scraped a knee while climbing a tree on the school playground. Fresh blood picked up on a cotton ball was later smeared on the second bloodstone that Shinobu had in his possession.
Later that year, Kurama was able to walk the earth for the first time since his death, taking full control of Shuuichi's young body. It was for a short time and Shuuichi doesn't remember any of it but Kurama wishes it lasted longer for selfish but understandable reasons. Shuuichi was given religious bunk about bleeding stones and he believed it because he was so young and naive. The first stone Shinobu received symbolized ownership. The second stone symbolized the property owned.
"I don't understand," Kiyoni pondered, "So these...wizards or whatever basically brought you back to life so that you could be Shinobu's bitch? Why you, though?"
"Control. Control through fear and manipulation. You've talked about it yourself. Your colleagues, including your boss, have seen it as well. I'm known to strike fear in other yokai. All Shinobu has to do is send me out into the world and yokai will come running seeking salvation. He will not rest until he, without a shadow of a doubt, becomes this...savior of the yokai masses. 'Convert or die' is his M.O. and is using me and others to spread his gospel."
"So he has a Jesus/savior complex."
"Jesus complex, God complex...bullshit complex. Call it what you want. The man's deranged."
"So why do you have two necklaces?"
"Shinobu used one of them to yank my chain if you will. Remember the last time I was here and how that ended? That was him calling me. With both necklaces in my possession, he cannot."
Kiyoni stood up, knife still in hand, taking it all in. It really was a lot of information. She paced within the walkway of her apartment, from the kitchen and bed areas to her table and back.
"Kurama…" she conferred, "this is...this is...this is a lot of shit to...absorb. I mean...kidnapping and necromancy and special stones and a crazy man intent on saving the world in some insane way and...you and Shuuichi and...I don't…" She sighed, feeling overwhelmed, "I've never...I've never experienced something like this before. I'm not sure how I can. If I can."
Kurama understood, "I...we weren't expecting you to. At least, not right now. However, Shuuichi suggested that we...come clean to you. And I...I'm here to sincerely apologize to you. For my actions towards you."
"Are you apologizing to me because Shuuichi asked you to or are you really here to apologize? Because let me tell you. What you did was amazing but the principle behind it was wrong on so many levels. Let that first cut on your face or the ice on your balls be your reminders."
"Noted. And I'm apologizing for both of the reasons you mentioned."
"Why? Why did you do it? Why would you do that to me?"
"Because of what you are. A succubus. I haven't lived for so long and not come across a succubus or two. I know what you are and what you're about. I just thought that I would be the one to give it to you."
"I never asked you. Hell, I didn't even know you existed until the next day."
"I know but I know what happens when you don't feed."
Kiyoni stopped in her tracks.
"Does Shuuichi know? Should I tell him or do you want to be the one to do it?"
Shuuichi chimed in, "What? What happens?"
"Kiyoni…?"
"Don't turn this around on me," Kiyoni snapped back in a deeper tone, "You're the one who's in the wrong here. Not me."
Kurama panned his head down, "You're right. You're right. I am in the wrong here. I'm sorry. If there's any way I could make it up to you, I-"
"Bring Shuuichi back!"
Kurama sat in silence and confusion.
"You wanna make it up to me? Bring Shuuichi back. You have what you need. Do some...magic or something. Kitsune or whatever are known for their magic tricks. Bring him back!"
"That's another reason why we're here. We know Shinobu is capable of switching our personalities."
"Shinobu isn't here. Not that nut."
"Yes but...perhaps you can."
"Me," Kiyoni pointed to herself, "You're leaving it up to me? I don't know how that works."
Kurama handed one necklace over to Kiyoni, "It works by saying a phrase. Shuuichi, what was the phrase?"
"Genesis 1:1," Shuuichi answered, "In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth."
Kurama repeated, "Say the phrase, 'In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth'."
"What will that do?"
"Bring Shuuichi back...like you asked. Before you do, answer this for me. Is it possible for me to earn your forgiveness?"
Kiyoni clutched the enchanted pendant in her hands along with her knife. She looked deep into Kurama's eyes to get a better read on him. He seemed sincere by how repentant he looked and it was obvious he didn't go through all of this just to deliver a half-assed apology. He even sacrificed his genitalia and blood for it. Anyone who was willing to get cut in the face twice and get kicked in the balls once and still managed to stay collected could be one of two types of personalities. One to be feared or one to be respected. It seemed Kurama wanted to be the latter in Kiyoni's eyes.
"I believe that a pair of eyes are the window to one's soul," she acquiesced, "As I look into yours...I see...I see Shuuichi. I see the sweet, intelligent, compassionate, respectful man that I want to see. But then, I change my focus and I see you. You're...you're all bloody and hurt but...I see that you made it worth it just to earn my forgiveness."
"That's all I'm here for. To make amends. Shuuichi genuinely has feelings for you and since he and I share the same body, it's only right that you and I establish a mutually respectful relationship."
Kiyoni took a deep breath, "I'm not going to forgive you...right now. Please give me time to do that. However, I will accept your apology and respect and thank you for it."
Kurama bowed in respect, "Thank you. I appreciate it."
Kiyoni took another look at that necklace, "All I have to do is say that scripture, right?"
"Yes."
"Alright," Kiyoni exhaled, "Here goes. In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth."
Kurama closed his eyes, hoping to return to his inner world. However, after a few moments, nothing happened. Kurama was still Kurama.
"Eh," Kiyoni said with a confused look and tone, "wasn't there supposed to be a...switch of some kind?"
"Yes. I don't understand. Why didn't it work? Try it again."
"Okay," Kiyoni repeated with a hint of divine conviction, "In the beginning, God created the heavens...and the earth."
For a second time, nothing happened. No flashing lights, no switcheroo.
Kiyoni sucked on her teeth while tossing the necklace away, "This is some bullshit! What the fuck, Kurama?!"
Somehow, Kurama felt better watching Kiyoni's change in personality. Around him, she acted the same way she would if Shuuichi was around. At least, on the surface.
"This is rather troubling," Shuuichi claimed.
"Agreed," Kurama concurred.
Kiyoni sat on her bed and collapsed, "This has been a shitty night. Wait. Risho! Yeah. Explain that and, and…why Shuuichi and I found my arils in his greenhouse."
"Oh, yeah. Shuuichi is right. It was time for those arils to be planted. You should be careful when leaving seeds like those in water. They'll start to germinate after a while. I had the idea to take care of those for you. Also, how is that fucker?"
"You did that?!"
"That I did."
"Why?"
"Because he hurt you. Plain and simple. In your words, he punished you for living. I wanted to show him what happens when he messes with what's mine."
"Hmph. One cut on my face means a stick through his. Makes sense. Hold up. Pause, rewind, playback. Yours? Since when did I become yours?"
"Sorry. I meant someone of significance to me."
Kiyoni developed a look of suspicion on her face, "You are really treading on thin ice, fox."
"I am aware. Forgive me. I'll come around eventually. I just need more time."
"So what the hell are we supposed to do," Kiyoni whimpered, "I miss Suu'chi already."
"Miss you too but I'm here...sort of."
"He says he misses you as well even though he's not here in the flesh," Kurama rolled his eyes after that. To be the middleman in a lovey-dovey story involving a man who's scared of pussy and woman who is willing to offer her pussy is borderline sickening.
Kiyoni felt a little bit of comfort from those words. She still feels lonely but knows she isn't alone.
"So...what happens now? Where do we go from here?"
Kurama stated, "We...take things one at a time."
"What about you? You, you?"
"Unfortunately, I have to lay low for some time."
"Why?"
"Before coming here, I-we met more of Shinobu's followers. Apparently, Shinobu deemed me unfit for his crusade and wants someone more submissive to his commands. Those followers attacked me, nearly taking me down and putting me in a literal bind. Individually, I can take them all but… Well, as he said, 'United, we stand'."
"So you got a collective ass whooping. Damn. How did you get out of it?"
Kurama blinked a few times as he looked at Kiyoni in gratitude and amusement, "...You."
"Excuse me?"
Shuuichi copied Kurama's sentiments, "What did you say about her again?"
"Don't rub it in," Kurama clarified, "Your phone call. It came through at a good time. An opportune time."
"That's why I didn't get an answer? Because you were in trouble?"
"Exactly. I referred to it as...what I said was...shit…"
"What? What did you say?"
"Tell her. Because I agree with you."
Kurama relaxed his face. He had never expressed feelings for someone in the way he's about to.
"I said, 'A succubus playing the role of a guardian angel.' That's what I said."
Kiyoni was flabbergasted. She had one of the most feared yokai known in her apartment confess some of his feelings to her. It left her speechless. The same level of speechlessness brought on from Shuuichi when Kiyoni first met him nearly three months ago.
Kurama felt strange about the moment as well. Telling his story with and about Shuuichi, apologizing for his actions, and establishing a cordial relationship with Kiyoni was all he had planned on doing tonight. So why did he feel his heart jolt when he referred to her as a guardian angel? The second Kurama saw Kiyoni in her outfit gave him multiple ideas on how he wanted to make love to her as he originally planned. That's a given and it backfired when Kiyoni's leg met his groin. With Kiyoni's boundaries explicitly clear, plans to look out for her were added to the list.
Even Shuuichi was surprised about what happened. It really does seem like Kurama is coming around now. However, unlike Kiyoni and Kurama, Shuuichi wonders if Kurama's actions and personality are all a front for the latter to get into Kiyoni's sexual graces again.
Unsure of how to react, Kiyoni went into defense mode, "Nah. No, not me. I'm far from an angel. I mean, just look at my other form. I'm no angel."
"Monsters don't have to be ugly in appearance to be monsters so it's unnecessary for angels to be beautiful. I'd rather side with an angelic succubus than work with a monstrous man of God like Shinobu."
Kiyoni blushed some more as she fidgeted with her blade. That was sweet of Kurama, she'll give him that.
"Anyway, after your call, I broke free from my captivity, grabbed those necklaces, and left. There's no doubt Shinobu sent his minions out to find me."
"Wait, what?! How many are we talking about?"
"I'm not sure. Give or take, either nine or ten at the most."
"You're kidding!"
"I wish I was. And given-! Shit…!"
Shuuichi knew where Kurama was going, "Oh, no. Natsume! You don't think…?"
"You think so?"
"What," Kiyoni pleaded, "What? Think about what?!"
"Kiyoni...we can't stay here."
"What?! Why?!"
"Remember when Shuuichi talked about his bout with Natsume? The night when he first discovered his powers?"
"Yeah, I remember. Wait. He said it happened...near here," Kiyoni scrambled to find her phone, "Shiiiiit!"
"What are you doing?"
"Making a phone call."
"Kiyoni, now's not the time to do that."
"It is if we wanna save our asses! Hello? Shishi? Yeah, it's Kiyoni. Look, I need a quick favor from you. It's really big. Colossal. Like the Titans from Attack on Titan big."
As Kiyoni planned things out, Kurama buried his bloody face in his hands, "This is not how I planned things out."
"Relax. Like it or not, we need her help. We can't run forever."
"Easy for you to say."
"Yes," Kiyoni cheered, "We got a place to crash. Let me get some things together."
"A place? A place where?"
"Shishi's condo. We'll camp there for the night."
"And where is that, exactly?"
"Don't worry about it. We're going."
"Kiyoni, that's not what I had in mind."
"Well, if you think I'm going to be running around all of Tokyo with you for the rest of the night, you are completely wrong and don't know me at all."
Kiyoni quickly changed from her black, cutout top and bottom outfit into a fuzzy black and pink tracksuit while packing some overnight essentials such as toiletries, clothing, and shoes.
"Are you good enough to move," she incited.
"I have no choice. Is that all you're taking?"
Kiyoni's things have been collected in a black backpack, "Yeah. I won't be needing much."
"And where are we going again?"
"Somewhere around the Azabu area. Not far."
Kurama sighed as he stood. His groin is a bit sore but he'll manage, "Fine. I'll carry you."
"Say that again?"
"I'll carry you. Is that a problem?"
The mere thought of the idea brought childlike excitement to Kiyoni's mind,"Ooh! Like Inuyasha does for Kagome?"
"Who?"
And with that, said excitement disappeared. Kiyoni bunched her lips towards one side, "Nevermind. Let's go. Wait. You might want to clean yourself up first."
All lights and electronics were turned off and all windows and doors were locked including the balcony door after Kiyoni and Kurama stepped out. From there it's only a piggyback ride through the January winter air to Azabu.