Pairing: Yomi/Kurama
Rating: PG
Theme: Attention Seeker
Disclaimer/Claimer: I acknowledge the original creators (Togashi, Peirrot, etc.), I do not own these characters and I make no profit from this whatsoever.
A/N: Placed just a few months before the Makai Tournament, when Shura was just about a week or so old.

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"This meeting has now commenced, and we'll begin with the recent polling agreements by the nations military regarding—"

"Father…!"

All delegates present at the current conference turned their heads towards the little demon who had suddenly entered the room except for the boy's father.

"Shura, what have I told you about coming in here without my invitation?"

The boy didn't answer right away, but still tried to enter when Yomi made a movement towards the redhead sitting at the table who regarded him awkwardly at him. Kurama rose from his seat to take Shura gently by the arm and escort him out the door.

"Who are you? What haven't I seen you around here before?" Shura nearly shouted at the Youko in a human body.

"Please, Yomi wishes you to be outside to wait for him." Kurama said calmly.

"Why do you speak of him so informally? Do you know who he is?" Shura pointed, getting hysterical. Yomi cracked a smile. "I should take you out right now for that!"

"Shura, please wait outside." Kurama said curtly and he squeezed his palm around Shura's shoulder and rubbed his thumb on the bare skin on his collar where Shura wouldn't notice anything but a regular form of contact.

The boy demon began to get woozy and slurred his speech just a bit, still making heated threats to the redhead who didn't speak of the king with any kind of respectful formality. The boy collapsed against one of the sentries at the door and he was removed to his chambers to sleep.

Kurama returned to his seat as if nothing happened, wiping his hands on a cloth to clean himself of the herbal potion he used to subdue the little one. None of the other delegates at the table looked at him, although Yomi had a charming smile across his face as he was directed at Kurama. Yoda arched a bristly and long haired brow.

Kurama's eye twitched and he sighed silently, trying not to show too much of his irritation.

"…Something wrong?"

"No, not at all, Kurama. I appreciate you taking care of that little mishap."

And the meeting began, again.

He's such a trouble-maker, that spoiled brat… Kurama thought blithely.

END

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LOL Shura. He would hate Kurama for no reason at all.