#14: Shoes
Sighing, five year old Kurama cocked his head, looking at all the landmarks his human mother was obsessed with making.
Damn it...there was his blanket from the hospital.
First baby booties?! Really?! How the hell was he supposed to come back from that? The woman had no idea what she was dealing with!
No...she didn't. That was his problem.
Snorting within his tiny body, he pushed all the human nonsense into the white box, burying it beneath the sycamore he'd hoped to root before he was ten years old. After all, how scary could a demon be when the entire Makai knew what your butt looked like in pink pajamas?