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Kurama stood outside his house in the darkened garden and watched the lingering moisture from the rain trickle slowly down the leaves and branches into the ground. It was spring. Everything around him sang of life, breathed of it. The night was balmy but not oppressive, steamy but not the scalding temperature he had come to expect of Ningenkai summers. His hair was sifted through the fingertips of a fickle breeze and he shuddered, reminded briefly of Karasu's touch. It had truly been the first time he had considered this body a drawback. No one would dare to caress the Youko in so familiar a manner. No one would dare... Damn this body, with its almost too rounded feminine shoulders and its too-wide, too-innocent emerald green eyes peeking through tousled locks of crimson. Damn this beauty that bespoke familiarity and warmth instead of untouchable perfection. Damn this beauty to crush underfoot and not die for. No one would... Kurama crouched in the grass and pressed his hand to the soil, closing his eyes as he tried to initiate the change himself. Since that time he had found himself growing to hate this body - its limitations, its imperfections, it's damn uncontrollable mane of red fox fur - Inari, he could hardly bear it. He wasn't meant to be a red fox, he was never meant to be a red fox... He strained against his own mental barriers and finally sat down in the grass, impotent fury showing in the snarl on his face, and panted. His mother would come out to get him, soon, and would find her son sitting in the wet grass, angry with himself and with all three of the worlds. No one... He caught a flicker of black in the trees. A flicker, that was all. A bitter smile curved his lips. This body couldn't even find his best friend unless the half-breed wanted to be found. He let out a snort of disgust and stood to pad silently after Hiei, obedient to the half-breed's wishes. No one... |
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