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[nightwalker]

I have THREE news sites up and constantly refreshing (CNN, Huffington Post and Time.com) and haven’t moved from this spot in HOURS. Meanwhile my roommate is upstairs reading fanfic. I went up a minute ago to tell her that they were calling Obama to win and she was all “Really? That’s nice

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[kahn]

It wasn't very often that the yoko was curious, anymore. Curious was SO 1990s. Or 1890s. Time was relative to an immortal and Kurama often lost track of when exactly things happened, especially to the demon part that he wasn't actually supposed to have anymore. Therefore, he wasn't certain if it was a good or bad thing that he was standing in a REKAI laboratory trying to figure out if he could get Hiei to show the Black Dragon.

"I'm just saying that you shouldn't be afraid of it."

"I'm not AFRAID," Hiei replied, the tight curl of his sneer hinting at fangs. "I just have control. Unlike some."

His pointed look touched on the bright silver streak in Kurama's otherwise red hair, clashed with Kurama's deliberately mild bicolored gaze, one eye green, one eye demon-gold. Once the Fox had shown itself in Afghanistan, it had never completely gone away.

Kurama twitched one shoulder in a shrug. "He just doesn't like hiding." And just to prove his control, he suppressed the sly smile that tugged a corner of his mouth as he continued, "I'm guessing the Dragon doesn't particularly like it either."

Kurama let youkai crackle in shimmer of black lightning across his skin, one flicker snapping toward Hiei, who twitched back a step and then looked disgruntled at having given ground. Kurama smirked, unrepentant.

"Are you TRYING to provoke it?"

"And if I am?"

"The last time it surfaced it ate part of a human city. I should think that would be a concern for you and your newfound love of humanity."

Kurama thought, Yes, this is true.

Kurama thought, And I ought to be focused on the task at hand. Toguro is not going to defeat himself. As he dragged his eyes back to one of the many screens floating around them.

Beside him, he sensed Hiei's defensive posture loosen.

Kurama thought, But...

Hiei impacted the wall hard enough to put a sizable dent in it, his look of surprise completely satisfying as he took the brunt of Kurama's ki attack in the chest. When Kurama followed through with a punch that struck with enough force to sink Hiei further, the wall folding in around them, the sound of it was a nearly subsonic boom that Kurama could feel in his bones, in his teeth, and it made him grin.

"It's a good thing we're no where near the Ningenkai, then," he said with a sugar-sweet lilt in his voice he knew would set Hiei on edge.

In the dark of the alcove he'd created, red eyes gleamed at him. A deceptively small hand closed hard around his wrist and pushed.

Kurama landed on the balls of his feet, fingertips to the floor, ki catching and dragging so that he slid to a stop a respectable distance away instead of crashing through a map detailing Toguro's known sitings. Black flames flared to life as Hiei stepped out of the wall, twisting in a hungry spiral up his legs, shrouding his form except for the sickle-sharp gleam of his smile.