Maybe Hiei had come to Kurama’s company differently than most. Hell, he hadn’t even believed him at first when Kurama had told him who he was under his human disguise. Perhaps differently from others, too, Hiei had not intended on anything other than a working partnership with the spirit fox. As always, Hiei’s eyes had been firmly set on reclaiming the power he’d lost with the jagan surgery, on training himself in to the ground if that was what was needed.
Sure, “helping” Yusuke and Kuwabara on their assignments had somewhat gotten in the way of that goal. So had dithering occasionally in the human world to spend time in the redhead’s comfortable company, or in Yukina’s. But he had still accomplished it all, in the end, enough that he had been fine with dying right out from under them all in Mukuro’s training.
None of this Kurama knew, of course. That once Mukuro had forced him to live, it had been Kurama’s blatant affection, all of their collective insistence on involving him, that kept him in the Human World much less living.
“You’re lying.” Hiei asserts, hands returning to his pockets. For one it doesn’t align with Kurama pulling him in and kissing him, their thankfully interrupted amorous display from before. For two.. Kurama is too carefully without tone. He knows Kurama, after all of these years, as much as they both hate to admit just how intimately they know each other’s habits. For another… it suddenly clicks about Kurama’s reaction earlier to the jewelry. He had used to gift him all kinds of trinkets with the same casual motion, a sign of his fond affection for the fox over their years together.
As much as earning Kurama’s affection had never been his intention or focus, it is now something that Hiei dearly misses, much to his own chagrin at his weakness.
“I will never understand why you put so much effort toward me - I contented myself with that from the beginning.” A small pause, and somehow Hiei is still talking, though his tone says everything about the unsure footing he’s on putting these things to words.
“The same as I don’t understand why Mukuro forced me to live all those years ago other than her own curiosity.” And want for a companion who understood that level of suffering, he’s sure, but there are no doubt many demons in the woods that could provide that if that was what she needed or wanted. The demon woods lacked nothing in stories of suffering.
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Maybe Hiei had come to Kurama’s company differently than most. Hell, he hadn’t even believed him at first when Kurama had told him who he was under his human disguise. Perhaps differently from others, too, Hiei had not intended on anything other than a working partnership with the spirit fox. As always, Hiei’s eyes had been firmly set on reclaiming the power he’d lost with the jagan surgery, on training himself in to the ground if that was what was needed.
Sure, “helping” Yusuke and Kuwabara on their assignments had somewhat gotten in the way of that goal. So had dithering occasionally in the human world to spend time in the redhead’s comfortable company, or in Yukina’s. But he had still accomplished it all, in the end, enough that he had been fine with dying right out from under them all in Mukuro’s training.
None of this Kurama knew, of course. That once Mukuro had forced him to live, it had been Kurama’s blatant affection, all of their collective insistence on involving him, that kept him in the Human World much less living.
“You’re lying.” Hiei asserts, hands returning to his pockets. For one it doesn’t align with Kurama pulling him in and kissing him, their thankfully interrupted amorous display from before. For two.. Kurama is too carefully without tone. He knows Kurama, after all of these years, as much as they both hate to admit just how intimately they know each other’s habits. For another… it suddenly clicks about Kurama’s reaction earlier to the jewelry. He had used to gift him all kinds of trinkets with the same casual motion, a sign of his fond affection for the fox over their years together.
As much as earning Kurama’s affection had never been his intention or focus, it is now something that Hiei dearly misses, much to his own chagrin at his weakness.
“I will never understand why you put so much effort toward me - I contented myself with that from the beginning.” A small pause, and somehow Hiei is still talking, though his tone says everything about the unsure footing he’s on putting these things to words.
“The same as I don’t understand why Mukuro forced me to live all those years ago other than her own curiosity.” And want for a companion who understood that level of suffering, he’s sure, but there are no doubt many demons in the woods that could provide that if that was what she needed or wanted. The demon woods lacked nothing in stories of suffering.