Hiei's appearances at Genkai's old place had become more common, now that Kurama was back. Of course, the fire demon would never admit that it was partially because of his old partner's presence, even the lingering bits of his demon energy in the area are soothing to him. Their future is still uncertain, steps around one another still a measured, careful thing just as much as what he says or when. But uncertainty has never stopped him before, nor will it stop him now, padding his way out of 'his' room and down the outdoor walkway barefoot.
It is so much easier to relax, here, despite their closeness to the Demon World. Despite how much he had hated being here in the short period after Kurama's death when he had lingered to be with Yukina; a bitter reminder right in front of him and fresh every time he smelled the lingering, sticking smell of Kurama on something mundane; it had never lost its ability to calm the fire demon. At least enough that he had never been tempted to smash something with the sheer force of his feelings in their once-shared space.
This time it's Hiei who's come upon Kurama at work in his garden, head tipping slightly to the side as he tries to riddle out what, exactly, the redhead is up to. He's barefoot and seemingly barely awake by the sloppy job he's done dressing before wandering out to see who was up and about at this hour.
Thankfully, it seems that the children are still asleep.
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Hiei's appearances at Genkai's old place had become more common, now that Kurama was back. Of course, the fire demon would never admit that it was partially because of his old partner's presence, even the lingering bits of his demon energy in the area are soothing to him. Their future is still uncertain, steps around one another still a measured, careful thing just as much as what he says or when. But uncertainty has never stopped him before, nor will it stop him now, padding his way out of 'his' room and down the outdoor walkway barefoot.
It is so much easier to relax, here, despite their closeness to the Demon World. Despite how much he had hated being here in the short period after Kurama's death when he had lingered to be with Yukina; a bitter reminder right in front of him and fresh every time he smelled the lingering, sticking smell of Kurama on something mundane; it had never lost its ability to calm the fire demon. At least enough that he had never been tempted to smash something with the sheer force of his feelings in their once-shared space.
This time it's Hiei who's come upon Kurama at work in his garden, head tipping slightly to the side as he tries to riddle out what, exactly, the redhead is up to. He's barefoot and seemingly barely awake by the sloppy job he's done dressing before wandering out to see who was up and about at this hour.
Thankfully, it seems that the children are still asleep.
"What are you doing?"