It's Kurama's knowledge of this that makes it so easy for him to take charge in any number of decisions, manipulate the situation into a direction most favorable - hopefully for both of them. It is also the reason not doing so continues to be a struggle for him, despite his best intentions. Whether Hiei believes that's what they are, or not, is another matter.
He wasn't thinking about any of that, and really this might have been his first mistake. Not thinking about how likely this was to blow up in both their faces for not sticking to the plan. The redhead hasn't touched anyone himself, in those fifty years. Not that it came even close to the same, when he'd been previously able to spend centuries on his own.
Kurama shouldn't have touched him in the first place, and he certainly shouldn't have let it go so far. He hadn't meant to. What comes next occurs before he can even register the cause. One second, Hiei is pulling at him again, as if determined to get closer, and the next shoving him away. It takes him a moment to recognize the sensation of the tug for what it is, so caught up in the present, rather than the incident earlier. The cord on his neck, which the fire apparition must have forgotten about since that reveal, or so he assumes.
Hiei covers his mouth, and the shock of having the rug pulled out from under him by the sudden 180 fades from transparent wounded surprise to the faintest smile when realization sinks in.
Of course.
The fox is already pushing himself to his feet by the time he's commanded to leave, turning to do just that without another word.
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He wasn't thinking about any of that, and really this might have been his first mistake. Not thinking about how likely this was to blow up in both their faces for not sticking to the plan. The redhead hasn't touched anyone himself, in those fifty years. Not that it came even close to the same, when he'd been previously able to spend centuries on his own.
Kurama shouldn't have touched him in the first place, and he certainly shouldn't have let it go so far. He hadn't meant to. What comes next occurs before he can even register the cause. One second, Hiei is pulling at him again, as if determined to get closer, and the next shoving him away. It takes him a moment to recognize the sensation of the tug for what it is, so caught up in the present, rather than the incident earlier. The cord on his neck, which the fire apparition must have forgotten about since that reveal, or so he assumes.
Hiei covers his mouth, and the shock of having the rug pulled out from under him by the sudden 180 fades from transparent wounded surprise to the faintest smile when realization sinks in.
Of course.
The fox is already pushing himself to his feet by the time he's commanded to leave, turning to do just that without another word.