Application for Kuronue (Yu Yu Hakusho)

[prettypendulum]

Startled profanity announced Kuronue's appearance in the sorting room. Twisting at the waist and peaking over his shoulder to look around rather warily, as well as curiously, he let loose another mumbled tangle of words that may or may not have made much sense to anyone who was close enough to hear. He wasn't quite sure what he'd said himself he

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[edomedpeddler]

((Because I must. There are laws and whatnot. Kusu has a pendant imbedded with Kurama's energy around his neck, under his kimono...and probably smells like the fox, too...))

The arrival of nonhumans would almost always arouse Kusuriyuri's curiosity of the sorting room. The arrival of youkai would almost guarentee his arrival. A kitten-sized ginger Manx rode in his collar, watching the world around him, surveying his kingdom and followers, for all he looked upon were his. Kusuriyuri entered the sorting room, pausing across the room from the newcomer. "We are first met," he said softly, bowing just enough to be polite.

[prettypendulum]

Kuronue hesitated for a long while before he responded quietly. "Indeed." After a while he returned the bow, albeit stiffly. His eyes are hidden behind the brim of his hat, but they're wide with racing thoughts. He was in what could be considered defensive mode, until he figured out just why the hell this demon smelt and felt like Youko.

"And you are?"

[edomedpeddler]

"This one is called Kusuriyuri," he replied softly. At the chirruped question from his collar, he gestured to the kitten. "This one is called Boukensha. He believes this one to be a palanquin."

[prettypendulum]

Kuronue barked a laugh despite his wariness. He did his best to hide it. "Lovely to meet you both." His eyes lingered on the small kitten.

He frowned. It looked like a rat. An orange rat. Hm. Now he was hungry.

He forced his eyes back to Kusuriyuri. "I am Kuronue. If that's not redundant too to say"

[edomedpeddler]

Boukensha returned the gaze haughtily, as was his wont. He shifted to a sitting position and began grooming his face, occasionally looking at Kuronue as if he were contemplating just where the other demon fit in his hierarchy of slaves.

Kusuriyuri raised an eyebrow. "We are well met, it is hoped. If this one may be of assistance?" he offered, spreading his hands slightly to show their empty state, though the gesture wasn't quite as convincing among demons as it was among humans. "He is a professor at this place," he added by way of recommendation.

[prettypendulum]

Empty hands meant little. He still didn't understand Kusuriyuri, or the way he smelt. He also didn't understand his overly forthcoming nature.

"Thank you," he said. "I'm doing quite well."

He narrowed his eyes a little. "You...have certain...familiarities about you," he said cautiously.

[edomedpeddler]

Kusuriyuri blinked at that. "Familiarity?" he asked, genuinely puzzled. "I do not recall having met one such as yourself."

Boukensha chirruped, tilting his head against Kusuriyuri's head before resuming sitting in his collar.

((Kusu genuinely doesn't know Kurama's past because he never asked))

[prettypendulum]

"Ah, your smell. I mean. You smell like...someone I know." Kuronue had excellent smell, but he took a step closer took a step closer anyway. Tilting his head and narrowing his eyes. He was sure of it now. Kusuriyuri smelt like Kurama and...the energy.

[edomedpeddler]

Kusuriyuri paused a moment, considering what scent it could be. "Kurama?" he asked, forcing himself to use his lover's name rather than his preferred pet names. "You know Kurama?" It was the only one he could think of whose scent would be on him.

[prettypendulum]

"Yes. Yes I know him quite well." His tone wasn't quite polite, if anything it was downright accusing. He was slowly putting things together and it...hurt.

[edomedpeddler]

Kusuriyuri blinked and Boukensha meowed again, less curious, more challenging than before. Kusuriyuri reached up and tapped the kitten's nose before stroking his side. The tone and the words revealed much. "Is that so?" he said softly, not so much a challenge, more that he was uncertain what to say and the flow of conversation demanded a response.

[prettypendulum]

His voice softened a little, despite how much inside he was a mess of emotions he didn't really want to deal with. "It was...a long time ago. But, yes I knew him."

"I died, and tried to protect him from the same fate."

True, he had succeeded, but what had it cost Kuronue?

[edomedpeddler]

Kusuriyuri bowed as much as he could with the cat in his collar. "This one is thankful for your sacrifice," he said softly, meaning the words. He had been aware of the darkness of the incident in Kurama's energy but had respected Kruama's privacy enough not to ask after it. Now, he was wondering if he should have asked.

[prettypendulum]

He shifts a little uncomfortably. He finds it difficult to formulate any kind of reply to that, and so he bowed slightly and murmured something that might have been along the lines of humility.

[edomedpeddler]

"This one has not asked Kurama of his past," Kusuriyuri said softly, "yet, he will not give up what he has been given easily. This one believes you are remembered, though."

[prettypendulum]

"Remembered..." He rubbed at his forehead with a hand and took a deep breath, trying to calm the jealousy he felt rising. He steadied himself, them dropped his hand down to his thigh.

"Forgive me if I am slightly bitter about this."