Living in a World Without You [RL with Kuronue]

[deadly_garden]

Kurama sighed, watching Kuronue. This was the second time he'd had to deal with the bat not knowing him in the span of a month. The last one was a virus, but this...

Whoever that girl was, he was going to find her and kill her, but not until after he tortured her for her indiscretions.  No one lived to speak about doing harm to Kurama's if he had

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[cioara_bata]

There was no sense of deja vu or familiarity, no raw instinct that hissed in the back of the mind 'no, it's fine, trust 'im' or 'run, run like your wings are on fire, never look back.' There was only the feeling in his gut that had hit him like a sledgehammer around the same time that weird light had. She'd knocked him down and ripped away his entire self, and Kuronue knew it, he could feel that empty yawning chasm of all the things he should know. There was no waffling over whether or not his memory was gone - he knew it was. And he knew the inherent risks that came from it

[deadly_garden]

Kurama clenched his hand shut and lowered it. It hurt, by Inari it hurt to see him like this. He knelt down, away enough from the bat to not threaten his space and sighed.

"I know you don't, Kuro-ai. And I can't blame you for being untrusting. After what that woman did... I wouldn't trust me either." He smiled, though it was a sad smile. "I won't take you from here. I only want to know you're safe. You would be if I'd been here to start with." He shook his head, knowing now wasn't the time to blame himself for what happened; it was over and done with and all they could do now was recover and then seek revenge.

"My name is Yoko. We're partners, you see. I trust you beyond all others. And I want to help you. But if you don't want me to... I won't. I'll just sit here with you."

[cioara_bata]

"... you trust me," he echoed back with a defensive glimmer that was all too reminescent of a shorter, spiky-haired partner of Kurama's. Strange to have that mentality coming from Kuronue, ordinarily a fountain of lazy gutterbat warmth and laughter. There was none of it here, just a blankness, a banked hostility. Distrust, unease, fear. He watched Yoko's every move as though anticipating a finishing blow of some kind, and kept glancing past him towards the sky.

That woman claimed she'd come back and then he'd perish. He didn't want to perish, she'd already taken everything inside of him, he didn't want to lose the outer shell too.

"Why?"

He made no move to kick away or bolt free of the alley when Yoko settled close-by. He just watched, hyper-aware of him, and -

reeking of blood. He was injured, somewhere. Likely a good reason why he was holding so still, why he wasn't running. Tricky bat.

[deadly_garden]

He shrugged, keeping his hands where the other could see them. "Simply because I do, Kuronue. For as long as I've known you, I've trusted you. It just felt like I should, so I have."

He could smell the blood; it filled the area with the faint copper scent. It was all Kurama could do to keep still, not frantically search for the source. Sudden movements would only serve to frighten him, possibly make the injury worse than it was.

"She won't come back for a while," he said absently. "If at all. If she really could kill you, she would have done so by now. She would have killed everyone else she's stolen memories from. There's little sense in wounding your prey and coming back for it so much later. Too high a chance of the victim recovering or relocating to a safe area."