Hiei battled with himself daily over what the hell he is doing, now.
In the demon world he can hardly spend a moment thinking about what was going on back at Genkai’s place as one misstep among the power hungry lurking in Mukuro’s halls could turn in to something much more very quickly. Never has he expected to live long enough, or amass enough power, to be in such a position. As amused as Hiei’s beneficiary is by everything going on around him, Mukuro is loathe to bring up what she already knows. After all, she would have to have gone nose blind to not notice the lingering scent of a certain fox on Hiei from time to time. It’s weaker than before, but there, and though she has no idea how that could be possible, announcing it where others may hear is a clear misstep so far as keeping Hiei in her general orbit.
Returning to the human world to check on Yukina and the children is a rather obvious cover story, but it’s also not untrue. The ice demoness had eased off of her issues with the fox as time had gone on, Hiei presumed they’ve talked on quiet evenings when the mood struck them, but he still wants to check in on her. The twins had made leaps and bounds in their own little silent language with the (relatively short) absence of their human partners, in the understanding that maybe it was only each other’s company and the children that kept them tethered to anything at all.
Only Kurama’s remarkable patience left them still in this oddly oblong and complicated orbit of one another. Anyone else would have thrown up their hands and given up on him by now, that much Hiei is very aware of. And yet he still struggled to trust his intentions. Struggled to believe that the fox was there for him and not just a means to an end that someone else wanted.
The thought had never struck his mind that maybe this could have all been circumvented if they’d spoken about his life before Kurama, before Team Urameshi. That was the fallacy of their typically demonic ways - saying “it’s passed” and moving on without thinking about the lasting effect it may cause further down the line. Aside from that, Hiei was hardly a talkative sort, much less when it came to his past. Surely it could be assumed that nothing had been particularly good in the demon woods?
Hiei hums lowly in understanding, seeming to take what Kurama is saying as they needed money sooner than later. Yukina did what she could, of course, but she and Hiei had come to an understanding not long after Kurama and Kuwabara had died. He had no need for any of the finery he was gifted with as a former king and right hand to Mukuro. Instead, that treasure and money would be redistributed to her to make sure that they all lived comfortably.
Some of those gifts had been previously lavished on his former partner, jewelry with particular accents or stones brought to the human world for Kurama to enjoy as a token of Hiei’s affection.
What Hiei pulls from his pocket and presents with a grunt meant to say ‘take these’ is no less fine, the jangle of a heavy bracelet and a chain of some length along with it telltale of what he’s offering from a certain distance. He is careful to avoid being too close, lest Kurama get the idea to hug him again.
More than a few, by the weight, but Hiei has never bothered to learn the true value of what he offers for sale. Things like precious metals and gems may as well be smoke in the breeze to him.
“Here.” He doesn’t specify what they’re for, assuming Kurama will understand what he means - to sell them to keep this place and his family afloat.
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In the demon world he can hardly spend a moment thinking about what was going on back at Genkai’s place as one misstep among the power hungry lurking in Mukuro’s halls could turn in to something much more very quickly. Never has he expected to live long enough, or amass enough power, to be in such a position. As amused as Hiei’s beneficiary is by everything going on around him, Mukuro is loathe to bring up what she already knows. After all, she would have to have gone nose blind to not notice the lingering scent of a certain fox on Hiei from time to time. It’s weaker than before, but there, and though she has no idea how that could be possible, announcing it where others may hear is a clear misstep so far as keeping Hiei in her general orbit.
Returning to the human world to check on Yukina and the children is a rather obvious cover story, but it’s also not untrue. The ice demoness had eased off of her issues with the fox as time had gone on, Hiei presumed they’ve talked on quiet evenings when the mood struck them, but he still wants to check in on her. The twins had made leaps and bounds in their own little silent language with the (relatively short) absence of their human partners, in the understanding that maybe it was only each other’s company and the children that kept them tethered to anything at all.
Only Kurama’s remarkable patience left them still in this oddly oblong and complicated orbit of one another. Anyone else would have thrown up their hands and given up on him by now, that much Hiei is very aware of. And yet he still struggled to trust his intentions. Struggled to believe that the fox was there for him and not just a means to an end that someone else wanted.
The thought had never struck his mind that maybe this could have all been circumvented if they’d spoken about his life before Kurama, before Team Urameshi. That was the fallacy of their typically demonic ways - saying “it’s passed” and moving on without thinking about the lasting effect it may cause further down the line. Aside from that, Hiei was hardly a talkative sort, much less when it came to his past. Surely it could be assumed that nothing had been particularly good in the demon woods?
Hiei hums lowly in understanding, seeming to take what Kurama is saying as they needed money sooner than later. Yukina did what she could, of course, but she and Hiei had come to an understanding not long after Kurama and Kuwabara had died. He had no need for any of the finery he was gifted with as a former king and right hand to Mukuro. Instead, that treasure and money would be redistributed to her to make sure that they all lived comfortably.
Some of those gifts had been previously lavished on his former partner, jewelry with particular accents or stones brought to the human world for Kurama to enjoy as a token of Hiei’s affection.
What Hiei pulls from his pocket and presents with a grunt meant to say ‘take these’ is no less fine, the jangle of a heavy bracelet and a chain of some length along with it telltale of what he’s offering from a certain distance. He is careful to avoid being too close, lest Kurama get the idea to hug him again.
More than a few, by the weight, but Hiei has never bothered to learn the true value of what he offers for sale. Things like precious metals and gems may as well be smoke in the breeze to him.
“Here.” He doesn’t specify what they’re for, assuming Kurama will understand what he means - to sell them to keep this place and his family afloat.