Kurama rubbed his head as he awoke from what felt like a long nap. He sat up and quickly took a survey of his surroundings.
What part of the Makai am I in? Kurama thought.
He continued to look around, but found nothing that gave any clue as to where he was. Finally, with a shrug, he rose.
Thump. Kurama looked down to see a sack lying on the ground with its contents scattered out. He slowly reached for it, wondering if it could possibly be a trap. He almost never carried a sack; especially one that he considered only foolish demons who wanted to get caught wore. So, ever so slowly, he picked up the pack and turned it inside out with only the speed a fox demon could possess. What fell on the floor surprised him more than the actual sack.
Inside of the sack lay only food. Can after can of food. He stared at it with raised eyebrows.
How unusual… he thought. He let the food lay on the food for a while, but when nothing detonated and no one came out to attack him, he began to riffle through the numerous cans. There he found another item he had failed to see. A picture. He cocked his head as he picked up. The picture was obviously of some ningen but, strangely, he felt a tugging at something within him.
What is this feeling? He asked himself. He stared closely at the picture, seeing if any of the humans stood out to him, but…
No, I don't know any ningen. And why should I? Filthy, unworthy creatures indeed. Kurama scoffed angrily. It was as if he could feel the stupid humans in front of him. He wanted nothing but to rip off their heads.
Still, he stared at the picture, analyzing its every detail. Four boys. Four wide smiles.
They seem so happy… Kurama thought.
The two taller boys of the group stood grinning next to one another. The bulkiest boy stood to the left, waving and grinning happily at the camera. He had carrot orange hair and a huge frame compared to the other three. The boy that stood next to him was an amazing looking red head that he almost doubted himself as to whether that was a boy at all. He squished the head of a little blue creature atop the head of another boy that was standing right below him. This boy had dark black hair that hung all around him, dripping wet. Finally the last boy was to the left and standing underneath the carrot topped boy. He was the smallest of the four and had a defining white starburst shooting straight through all of his hair. They all wore plain white clothes that were completely soaked in water.
The picture tugged at something inside him. An odd feeling. Something he had only felt once. With someone he had cared so deeply for.
"Kurone!" Kurama felt a lone tear leave his eye as he recalled the death of his partner in crime, his best friend, and most of all, the death of his lover.
Quick as the kitsune he is, he stuck a few cans in his white robe pants that hung loosely on his legs. He was poised ready to leave when he turned back. He gave the picture a side long glance, and then snatched it up. He does not know what compelled him, what possessed him to take a picture that doesn't belong to him.
I don't even know who these boys are! He screamed at whatever had made him grab the picture.
Still, he did not dare leave the picture because he can't help the feeling that it is connected to him, in a way he can't comprehend. He stuffed it inside his loosely hanging tunic shirt, gave another quick look around, then took off when there was nothing of value left for him.