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"Kurama," Yusuke calls with some trepidation, brushing his hand lightly across the lamp. When the djinn appears, moments later, he is careful to conceal the inordinate pleasure he feels.

"Aren't humans of your age expected to attend school?" Kurama asks, arching a delicate eyebrow. Yusuke shrugs in response and tosses a pair of jeans across the room, which the djinn snatches deftly out of the air.

"Put 'em on," Yusuke says, deliberately turning away to give the other boy some privacy and rummaging through his closet.

"Are we going somewhere, Master?" he hears, and the pleasure twists into awful disappointment.

Kurama gives a sudden, startled laugh. "Yusuke," he amends softly, and Yusuke has to wonder if he's just that transparent. "I apologize. It has been some time since I last addressed a Master by name."

"That's all right," Yusuke reassures quickly, smiling – though the djinn cannot see it. "Why is it so strange for you?" he adds, almost as an afterthought.

"Power," comes the simple response.

Yusuke turns, a dark green button-down (where the hell did this come from? he wonders absently) in his hands, but the question on his lips fades when he catches sight of Kurama. The djinn is now wearing the jeans, though Yusuke iknows/i Kurama hasn't moved an inch. He jingles, for crying out loud.

"How – ?" he begins. Kurama smiles.

"Magic."

"Smart ass," Yusuke retorts, glaring.

The djinn only laughs, and Yusuke comes to the startling realization that it's a very pleasant sound, indeed.

"It's true, though," Kurama protests, a new glint in his eyes – one that's almost playful. "Magic governs everything that I do. In the old magic, a name is power." He shrugs lazily, drawing Yusuke's gaze to the subtle play of muscles across his bare chest. "A djinn is not generally permitted to speak his Master's name. In turn, most Masters consider the knowledge of their servants' given names beneath them."

With some effort, Yusuke looks up again. "Is that why you didn't want to tell me your name at first? You thought I was after more power?"

Kurama nods, and the sweet, familiar chime of bells drifts to Yusuke's ears. Frowning, Yusuke motions at Kurama's delicate headdress.

"Can you take that off? I don't…remember it being like your bells and bracelets."

Kurama lifts a hand to his forehead, fingering the ornament with elegant fingers. "Yes, you are correct. It is simply decoration." And just like that, the headdress is gone. Yusuke blinks in surprise, and Kurama is suddenly close enough that Yusuke can feel the heat of his body.

"I've silenced the bells, as well," the djinn murmurs, his gaze focused intently on Yusuke's. It drops only when Yusuke thrusts his hands desperately forward, pressing the shirt against Kurama's bare skin.

"The sleeves on that should cover up the bracelets, then," he manages, silently congratulating himself on the fact that he sounds nearly normal. "Nobody will ever know you're anything but human."

Kurama's gaze flickers back to him, warm and inscrutable, and Yusuke's no longer holding the shirt, but pressing his palms against it, feeling the planes of the djinn's chest through the thin material.

"It's lovely," Kurama murmurs. "Thank you."

Shrugging to cover up the fact that his mouth has gone suddenly dry, Yusuke turns and leaves the room. Kurama is a warm, steady presence at his back.