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Who: Kuronue and Kurama
When: Saturday Morning-ish
Where: In the middle of the gundam-destoyed section of the city.
Summary: Kurama arrives rather unexpectedly, has a nasty fall … and a fruit-bat comes to the rescue of what he thinks is just another idiot human being y’know. Idiot and human. He’s in for a nasty shock.
Rating: PG-13 so far
Warnings: Language, demons, etc.
The darkness of the corridor stretched out before him, the heavy sound of their footfalls echoing off the portal's not-so-existent surfaces. Their goal was in sight, floating just ahead of them, laughing at their vain attempts to avenge their friend...
Anger coursed through Kurama's veins, tinting his vision in red. He would do anything if he could rip the laughter away from that man's throat.
Suddenly, the world seemed to twist, and not in the way that the kitsune had expected. His vision blurred and a pounding filled his head. Gasping in pain, he squeezed his eyes shut, a hand rising instinctively to press against his temple. He couldn't think, he couldn't see...
Without warning, Kurama knew he had hit a wall. Nothing so typical as concrete or stone, it felt similar to the Kekkai barrier behind them. But instead of outright blocking his power from crossing, this wall condensed it down, packed it painfully tight, and shoved it through a hole that still felt far too small.
When his foot unexpectedly hit concrete, Kurama's eyes shot open. Unbalanced, he stumbled and threw his hands out to catch himself, the rough surface carving bloody lines into his palms. The pressure in his head had finally vanished, but the total experience left the kitsune gasping for breath. He felt dizzy and nauseous...
'Deep breaths, relax,' he told himself, fighting to push back both the nausea and now panic, as well. The red hair that fell over his shoulders and momentarily blocked his view served to announce yet another problem. He was Shuuichi again.
Shakily, Kurama pushed himself to his feet, trying to get his bearings straight. Light filtered through the clouds overhead, casting a dreary shadow on the landscape before him. It was a city--a large one at that, accented by half-collapsed buildings and bright plumes of flame. Somehow, he had landed himself on the roof of one of the few building still barely standing in the area. Cautiously, he moved to the edge, taking hold of the railing to steady himself. Down below, the streets were littered with vehicles and teeming masses of shadowy creatures that Kurama could only assume were lower level demons.
For a moment, panic gripped him once more. The thought that he had somehow missed the impending apocalypse was a frightening one. Were there even any people left to save? And what of--
Kurama paused, his gaze fixed incredulously on an area that must have once held a park. All else was forgotten for the moment.
Were those... were those actually giant robots?!
Caught up in his disbelief, Kurama failed to hear the creaking groan of the building beneath him. Unexpectedly, the ground shifted beneath his feet as part of the structure gave way and crumbled, pitching him over the railing towards the street below.
The air was a congested miasma of smoke and clogging dust, occasionally lit by the flickering scatter of sparks from the rubble below. Kuronue circled slowly, wings spread and body buffeted by infrequent updrafts and currents. The heat stung his eyes and parched his lips, which made him grimace and squint in distaste. Beneath him, there were people - humans mostly, running in packs or solo; he'd help them when he spotted one or two in peril, but here - here, above the reckless mess, it was safer. Quieter than below.
The gundams had torn a massive hole in the sky, and the clouds circled in an orbit like a bomb had gone off and exploded them back. The bat had been tempted to fly up where the air was cooler, higher to the altitude that the cold bit his lungs and frosted his lashes just for a better look, but his wings and current state of convalescence didn't permit it. Not just yet.
Lost in his thoughts, the koomari almost didn't catch the dash of red when it appeared. It caught his attention away and had him twisting mid-air for a better look - but his interest was short-lived, and gave away to a bite of sudden panic when the red flashed, then winked away, ruffling and falling...
"Shit!" He tucked his wings and dove, squinting into the wind sheer, after that vanishing red thing. It reminded him so much of chasing his amulet, almost enough to cease his free-fall, hands out-stretched after that elusive thing. Shit, shit, shit, this was probably a bad idea to fly this fast this soon, but there wasn't time to over-think it yet.
He connected with the falling body and grabbed the stranger mid-air with a bitten-off yelp, wings spreading abrupt behind him. They were too close to the ground, and it sent him caught in a tail-spin for a moment, dizzying, before a lucky updraft added a buoy of air beneath him to halt their fall. They still landed harder than he'd really meant them to - his feet hit the ground and he skidded, one hand hitting the concrete to stop them before they toppled over yet another ledge. Eyes wide and wild, he gripped onto the ground for a moment, breathing, before hesitantly releasing his windblown and impromptu passenger.
"Whoa... you alright there, pretty?" Kuronue winced and shook out the sting from his hand, and stretched his wings slow and cautious to test for damage.
"This ain't the place for sight-seein'... what're you doin' wandering around up here for? Got a death wish?"
The weightlessness of uncontrolled free-falling was not a feeling that Kurama liked experiencing, so when he found himself snatched out of midair, he gratefully held on tight to his rescuer. He didn't even mind the rest of the dizzy descent or the harsh landing that followed (though his already-ill stomach did), just as long as he was safely on steady ground again.
"I-I'm alive, which is--" Kurama began in answering his first question, his voice as unsteady as he was, but it cut off abruptly. The other's voice alone was vaguely familiar, but disoriented as he was, the kitsune just couldn't make the connection. Not until he lifted his gaze to see who his savior actually was.
His eyes widened, a cold chill running through his body, and the rest of the bat demon's words were lost on him. Maybe he was hallucinating... Except that hallucinations didn't rescue people from falling off buildings. No, as hard as it was to believe, only real people could do that.
"Kuronue..?"
Satisfied that his wings were more or less intact, Kuronue shook his head to send ash scattering, and spat indelicately to the side with a grimace. Damn, he'd flown right through a mess of oily smoke to get to the guy - girl? Person? And that taste and smell had lodged in his nose and greased up the roof of his mouth something awful. He tongued the back of his fangs and cast the person a skeptical glance. Man, definitely, or a really unfortunately flat-chested bint. Hard to tell with some of these human types.
"Must be new," he mused, then stretched and stood cautiously, stretching a few kinks from sore, hot joints. "Yeah, they debriefed you on who not to talk to, but not on wanderin' the surface? Figures. Listen," he jabbed a clawed finger at the stranger and rested the opposite hand on a bandaged hip.
"Get below if you don't want to get real close and friendly-like with that," he tilted his chin towards the park where a few of the massive robots were gently misting steam, "got no idea when they'll hit the air again but you don't seem the type who'd manage out-runnin' them. If you can read, these things've got maps," he unclipped his faciliberry from his belt and dangled it loosely from thumb and index finger like something unsavory.
"Don't just stare at me, go!"
Kurama looked only briefly at the machines when Kuronue motioned towards them. He could only handle so much, and if it came down to Kuronue or what-looked-like giant robots, Japan's latest fetish wasn't high on the list.
It was eerie, the deja vu the struck him as he listened to Kuronue tell him to leave. It brought back memories that he had buried--twice, now. If the was another trick, it was appalling how unoriginal some people could be... Finding his voice once more, Kurama answered coolly, throwing a mask over his doubts and insecurities.
"I'm more than capable of taking care of myself." He threw a glance at Kuronue's wings, noting the scars and deepening the frown that had marked his expression since he arrived. "What about you? Is this a hobby of yours now? Telling others to take cover while you haphazardly run off into danger?"
Unlike the duplication that taunted Kurama that once, well aware of his identity and perfectly able to aim needled barbs verbally into the most vulnerable spots - this one didn't radiate hostility, so much as disinterest. He was already turning away, though the redhead's words gave him pause. He glanced back and arched a brow, then snorted with a quick fanged grin.
"Rescuin' fool humans that go wanderin' where they shouldn't, is more like. Seems all I'm doin' lately. Swear you lot are suicidal or sommat."
He knocked two fingers into the brim of his hat to nudge it up some and shrugged, sending scarred wings rustling. His vest was open but beneath were further bandages, stained grey and filthy from the smoke and state of the world. There weren't any tell-tale red spots to show rips or torn stitching but he didn't wear those for aesthetic reasons.
A mouthy human was nothing new, given the type that infested this place. "Whether you do or don't ain't my concern," he pointed out and shoved his hands in his pockets, turning away again. "I saved you once, but I'm not your keeper, fancy. If you're capable, then you'll do just fine on ground-level. Stay clear of the cars."
No, this one wasn't at all like the duplicate that he had faced before. Rather than attacking him, this one was all but nonchalant about the kitsune's presence and seemed more than ready to leave and return to his own activities. Except that Kurama didn't feel like chasing him halfway across the city to get his attention again.
"You tell me that those machines take to the air, could possibly do so at any time, and yet you plan to go bak up there? I see you still lack key survival instincts," he chided, crossing his arms and staring at Kuronue's back. "Either that, or you're ignoring them. Again. At the very least, one would think that bamboo incident would have taught you better."
Kuronue flinched mid-step and put his foot down slowly, frozen briefly in place. He stared ahead blindly, blinking, then turned back to face the stranger with visible unease. "... another mind-reader, is it?" he murmured, before fiddling with the amulet around his neck in a nervous gesture. The snap gave and he twirled it through his fingers, spinning it loose across the knuckles; a comfort gesture, to anyone who knew him at all - a dangerous one as well, even to those who didn't. Very little that Kuronue did was artless and without reason.
"... Makes sense that you know my name, pretty, but I haven't told anyone about the rest 'a that," he paused and squinted, reluctant to look away to see if the machines were moving again.
At least he'd hear them in such a case. Damned things were loud - except when they used 'stealth' and nearly knocked his ass right out of the sky. "Situations are a mite different."
There. Now he obviously had the demon's undivided attention. Only, he had to resort to making Kuronue uneasy in order to do so. Simply shifting his form would have been easier, sure, but that option was for last resorts. He wasn't even sure if he could do so, since his shift only minutes ago had been influenced by anger and impulse. Not to mention, his demon energy was weaker...
He watched the blur of red as the amulet spun, further repressing memories that had nothing to do with the real Kuronue. "Different how? The only difference I can discern is that this time, you plan to leave me for a handful of humans rather than your precious amulet. A touching notion, but I don't remember you being so selfless. One would think you would prefer me to a handful of humans."
Pausing, Kurama offered a forced smile. "Or maybe, after I left you, you were fed up with being my partner?"
Uneasy was an understatement. Kuronue backed up a half-step, eyes narrowed and guarded as the amulet stopped spinning and caught tight in one fist. He could feel it biting into the skin, jagged edges sinking into his palm, and it grounded him somewhat. It was irrational to feel fear in a moment like this, but how else could one explain ... this? It had to be another mind-reader like that 'Two Mews' freak, had to be, but ...
"You are a human," he finally pointed out, his tone forced mild and light. "And a damn mental one at that if you think a trick like this'll work. Illusions are my bit. 'rama never used 'em, don't know if he could really ..."
Kuronue thumbed his nose and sneered, backing up another step, then spread his hands wide. "Want a shot at me, take one, but don't go diggin' around in memories and bonds that ain't yours to see. If you want to go imitatin' my partner, you're doin' a shit job of it. You don't even look the part!"
"Stubborn as ever, I see," Kurama muttered under his breath, following a heavy, annoyed sigh. Kuronue was right. He looked nothing like his former self, even if the difference in race was set aside. He was out of options. If he couldn't convince his partner with words, he would have to show him.
"Things happened. I can hardly blame you for not believing me. I was forced into this form to save my life, but I can assure you, I am still Kurama."
As he spoke, Kurama concentrated on raising his youki, allowing it to engulf him. It was harder now that he was calmer, the thought of his revenge put on hold while he dealt with this new crisis. Furthermore, there was no distant breeze from the Makai to draw strength from. He could only rely on his own determination this time, and as desperate as he was to prove himself, it might not be enough.
It was a relief when he felt the change begin. His figure shifted and blurred out of sight as it was replaced with the taller, more masculine form of his demon self. He sighed, half in relief and half in exasperation as he casually flipped his hair back away from his face.
"Are you satisfied?" he asked dryly, his voice deeper than before, mimicking Kuronue's pose of opening his arms. "Or would you like to test me more?"
Kuronue stared at his partner for a long moment, confusion etching across a face that'd never been that adept at concealing emotions. A rogue like himself should have mastered the art of glacial emotions by now; Kurama had always been so adept at it. Instead, the scent of blood filled the air when his amulet finally bit tight enough into his fingers to sting and cut. "... 's impossible," he finally managed before casting a disbelieving glance up and back.
That building, it'd crumbled and he'd seen it fall... He'd rescued some idiot human from smearing a new bloody stain across the ground as red as his hair so what was this? Kurama smelled like himself, looked like himself - Kuronue could feel the creature's youki and he wanted to rush forward, wanted to touch -
Instead his fingers twitched, the free hand balling into a matching fist. "... nice trick," he finally managed, at a loss.
When: Saturday Morning-ish
Where: In the middle of the gundam-destoyed section of the city.
Summary: Kurama arrives rather unexpectedly, has a nasty fall … and a fruit-bat comes to the rescue of what he thinks is just another idiot human being y’know. Idiot and human. He’s in for a nasty shock.
Rating: PG-13 so far
Warnings: Language, demons, etc.
The darkness of the corridor stretched out before him, the heavy sound of their footfalls echoing off the portal's not-so-existent surfaces. Their goal was in sight, floating just ahead of them, laughing at their vain attempts to avenge their friend...
Anger coursed through Kurama's veins, tinting his vision in red. He would do anything if he could rip the laughter away from that man's throat.
Suddenly, the world seemed to twist, and not in the way that the kitsune had expected. His vision blurred and a pounding filled his head. Gasping in pain, he squeezed his eyes shut, a hand rising instinctively to press against his temple. He couldn't think, he couldn't see...
Without warning, Kurama knew he had hit a wall. Nothing so typical as concrete or stone, it felt similar to the Kekkai barrier behind them. But instead of outright blocking his power from crossing, this wall condensed it down, packed it painfully tight, and shoved it through a hole that still felt far too small.
When his foot unexpectedly hit concrete, Kurama's eyes shot open. Unbalanced, he stumbled and threw his hands out to catch himself, the rough surface carving bloody lines into his palms. The pressure in his head had finally vanished, but the total experience left the kitsune gasping for breath. He felt dizzy and nauseous...
'Deep breaths, relax,' he told himself, fighting to push back both the nausea and now panic, as well. The red hair that fell over his shoulders and momentarily blocked his view served to announce yet another problem. He was Shuuichi again.
Shakily, Kurama pushed himself to his feet, trying to get his bearings straight. Light filtered through the clouds overhead, casting a dreary shadow on the landscape before him. It was a city--a large one at that, accented by half-collapsed buildings and bright plumes of flame. Somehow, he had landed himself on the roof of one of the few building still barely standing in the area. Cautiously, he moved to the edge, taking hold of the railing to steady himself. Down below, the streets were littered with vehicles and teeming masses of shadowy creatures that Kurama could only assume were lower level demons.
For a moment, panic gripped him once more. The thought that he had somehow missed the impending apocalypse was a frightening one. Were there even any people left to save? And what of--
Kurama paused, his gaze fixed incredulously on an area that must have once held a park. All else was forgotten for the moment.
Were those... were those actually giant robots?!
Caught up in his disbelief, Kurama failed to hear the creaking groan of the building beneath him. Unexpectedly, the ground shifted beneath his feet as part of the structure gave way and crumbled, pitching him over the railing towards the street below.
The air was a congested miasma of smoke and clogging dust, occasionally lit by the flickering scatter of sparks from the rubble below. Kuronue circled slowly, wings spread and body buffeted by infrequent updrafts and currents. The heat stung his eyes and parched his lips, which made him grimace and squint in distaste. Beneath him, there were people - humans mostly, running in packs or solo; he'd help them when he spotted one or two in peril, but here - here, above the reckless mess, it was safer. Quieter than below.
The gundams had torn a massive hole in the sky, and the clouds circled in an orbit like a bomb had gone off and exploded them back. The bat had been tempted to fly up where the air was cooler, higher to the altitude that the cold bit his lungs and frosted his lashes just for a better look, but his wings and current state of convalescence didn't permit it. Not just yet.
Lost in his thoughts, the koomari almost didn't catch the dash of red when it appeared. It caught his attention away and had him twisting mid-air for a better look - but his interest was short-lived, and gave away to a bite of sudden panic when the red flashed, then winked away, ruffling and falling...
"Shit!" He tucked his wings and dove, squinting into the wind sheer, after that vanishing red thing. It reminded him so much of chasing his amulet, almost enough to cease his free-fall, hands out-stretched after that elusive thing. Shit, shit, shit, this was probably a bad idea to fly this fast this soon, but there wasn't time to over-think it yet.
He connected with the falling body and grabbed the stranger mid-air with a bitten-off yelp, wings spreading abrupt behind him. They were too close to the ground, and it sent him caught in a tail-spin for a moment, dizzying, before a lucky updraft added a buoy of air beneath him to halt their fall. They still landed harder than he'd really meant them to - his feet hit the ground and he skidded, one hand hitting the concrete to stop them before they toppled over yet another ledge. Eyes wide and wild, he gripped onto the ground for a moment, breathing, before hesitantly releasing his windblown and impromptu passenger.
"Whoa... you alright there, pretty?" Kuronue winced and shook out the sting from his hand, and stretched his wings slow and cautious to test for damage.
"This ain't the place for sight-seein'... what're you doin' wandering around up here for? Got a death wish?"
The weightlessness of uncontrolled free-falling was not a feeling that Kurama liked experiencing, so when he found himself snatched out of midair, he gratefully held on tight to his rescuer. He didn't even mind the rest of the dizzy descent or the harsh landing that followed (though his already-ill stomach did), just as long as he was safely on steady ground again.
"I-I'm alive, which is--" Kurama began in answering his first question, his voice as unsteady as he was, but it cut off abruptly. The other's voice alone was vaguely familiar, but disoriented as he was, the kitsune just couldn't make the connection. Not until he lifted his gaze to see who his savior actually was.
His eyes widened, a cold chill running through his body, and the rest of the bat demon's words were lost on him. Maybe he was hallucinating... Except that hallucinations didn't rescue people from falling off buildings. No, as hard as it was to believe, only real people could do that.
"Kuronue..?"
Satisfied that his wings were more or less intact, Kuronue shook his head to send ash scattering, and spat indelicately to the side with a grimace. Damn, he'd flown right through a mess of oily smoke to get to the guy - girl? Person? And that taste and smell had lodged in his nose and greased up the roof of his mouth something awful. He tongued the back of his fangs and cast the person a skeptical glance. Man, definitely, or a really unfortunately flat-chested bint. Hard to tell with some of these human types.
"Must be new," he mused, then stretched and stood cautiously, stretching a few kinks from sore, hot joints. "Yeah, they debriefed you on who not to talk to, but not on wanderin' the surface? Figures. Listen," he jabbed a clawed finger at the stranger and rested the opposite hand on a bandaged hip.
"Get below if you don't want to get real close and friendly-like with that," he tilted his chin towards the park where a few of the massive robots were gently misting steam, "got no idea when they'll hit the air again but you don't seem the type who'd manage out-runnin' them. If you can read, these things've got maps," he unclipped his faciliberry from his belt and dangled it loosely from thumb and index finger like something unsavory.
"Don't just stare at me, go!"
Kurama looked only briefly at the machines when Kuronue motioned towards them. He could only handle so much, and if it came down to Kuronue or what-looked-like giant robots, Japan's latest fetish wasn't high on the list.
It was eerie, the deja vu the struck him as he listened to Kuronue tell him to leave. It brought back memories that he had buried--twice, now. If the was another trick, it was appalling how unoriginal some people could be... Finding his voice once more, Kurama answered coolly, throwing a mask over his doubts and insecurities.
"I'm more than capable of taking care of myself." He threw a glance at Kuronue's wings, noting the scars and deepening the frown that had marked his expression since he arrived. "What about you? Is this a hobby of yours now? Telling others to take cover while you haphazardly run off into danger?"
Unlike the duplication that taunted Kurama that once, well aware of his identity and perfectly able to aim needled barbs verbally into the most vulnerable spots - this one didn't radiate hostility, so much as disinterest. He was already turning away, though the redhead's words gave him pause. He glanced back and arched a brow, then snorted with a quick fanged grin.
"Rescuin' fool humans that go wanderin' where they shouldn't, is more like. Seems all I'm doin' lately. Swear you lot are suicidal or sommat."
He knocked two fingers into the brim of his hat to nudge it up some and shrugged, sending scarred wings rustling. His vest was open but beneath were further bandages, stained grey and filthy from the smoke and state of the world. There weren't any tell-tale red spots to show rips or torn stitching but he didn't wear those for aesthetic reasons.
A mouthy human was nothing new, given the type that infested this place. "Whether you do or don't ain't my concern," he pointed out and shoved his hands in his pockets, turning away again. "I saved you once, but I'm not your keeper, fancy. If you're capable, then you'll do just fine on ground-level. Stay clear of the cars."
No, this one wasn't at all like the duplicate that he had faced before. Rather than attacking him, this one was all but nonchalant about the kitsune's presence and seemed more than ready to leave and return to his own activities. Except that Kurama didn't feel like chasing him halfway across the city to get his attention again.
"You tell me that those machines take to the air, could possibly do so at any time, and yet you plan to go bak up there? I see you still lack key survival instincts," he chided, crossing his arms and staring at Kuronue's back. "Either that, or you're ignoring them. Again. At the very least, one would think that bamboo incident would have taught you better."
Kuronue flinched mid-step and put his foot down slowly, frozen briefly in place. He stared ahead blindly, blinking, then turned back to face the stranger with visible unease. "... another mind-reader, is it?" he murmured, before fiddling with the amulet around his neck in a nervous gesture. The snap gave and he twirled it through his fingers, spinning it loose across the knuckles; a comfort gesture, to anyone who knew him at all - a dangerous one as well, even to those who didn't. Very little that Kuronue did was artless and without reason.
"... Makes sense that you know my name, pretty, but I haven't told anyone about the rest 'a that," he paused and squinted, reluctant to look away to see if the machines were moving again.
At least he'd hear them in such a case. Damned things were loud - except when they used 'stealth' and nearly knocked his ass right out of the sky. "Situations are a mite different."
There. Now he obviously had the demon's undivided attention. Only, he had to resort to making Kuronue uneasy in order to do so. Simply shifting his form would have been easier, sure, but that option was for last resorts. He wasn't even sure if he could do so, since his shift only minutes ago had been influenced by anger and impulse. Not to mention, his demon energy was weaker...
He watched the blur of red as the amulet spun, further repressing memories that had nothing to do with the real Kuronue. "Different how? The only difference I can discern is that this time, you plan to leave me for a handful of humans rather than your precious amulet. A touching notion, but I don't remember you being so selfless. One would think you would prefer me to a handful of humans."
Pausing, Kurama offered a forced smile. "Or maybe, after I left you, you were fed up with being my partner?"
Uneasy was an understatement. Kuronue backed up a half-step, eyes narrowed and guarded as the amulet stopped spinning and caught tight in one fist. He could feel it biting into the skin, jagged edges sinking into his palm, and it grounded him somewhat. It was irrational to feel fear in a moment like this, but how else could one explain ... this? It had to be another mind-reader like that 'Two Mews' freak, had to be, but ...
"You are a human," he finally pointed out, his tone forced mild and light. "And a damn mental one at that if you think a trick like this'll work. Illusions are my bit. 'rama never used 'em, don't know if he could really ..."
Kuronue thumbed his nose and sneered, backing up another step, then spread his hands wide. "Want a shot at me, take one, but don't go diggin' around in memories and bonds that ain't yours to see. If you want to go imitatin' my partner, you're doin' a shit job of it. You don't even look the part!"
"Stubborn as ever, I see," Kurama muttered under his breath, following a heavy, annoyed sigh. Kuronue was right. He looked nothing like his former self, even if the difference in race was set aside. He was out of options. If he couldn't convince his partner with words, he would have to show him.
"Things happened. I can hardly blame you for not believing me. I was forced into this form to save my life, but I can assure you, I am still Kurama."
As he spoke, Kurama concentrated on raising his youki, allowing it to engulf him. It was harder now that he was calmer, the thought of his revenge put on hold while he dealt with this new crisis. Furthermore, there was no distant breeze from the Makai to draw strength from. He could only rely on his own determination this time, and as desperate as he was to prove himself, it might not be enough.
It was a relief when he felt the change begin. His figure shifted and blurred out of sight as it was replaced with the taller, more masculine form of his demon self. He sighed, half in relief and half in exasperation as he casually flipped his hair back away from his face.
"Are you satisfied?" he asked dryly, his voice deeper than before, mimicking Kuronue's pose of opening his arms. "Or would you like to test me more?"
Kuronue stared at his partner for a long moment, confusion etching across a face that'd never been that adept at concealing emotions. A rogue like himself should have mastered the art of glacial emotions by now; Kurama had always been so adept at it. Instead, the scent of blood filled the air when his amulet finally bit tight enough into his fingers to sting and cut. "... 's impossible," he finally managed before casting a disbelieving glance up and back.
That building, it'd crumbled and he'd seen it fall... He'd rescued some idiot human from smearing a new bloody stain across the ground as red as his hair so what was this? Kurama smelled like himself, looked like himself - Kuronue could feel the creature's youki and he wanted to rush forward, wanted to touch -
Instead his fingers twitched, the free hand balling into a matching fist. "... nice trick," he finally managed, at a loss.