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I can't be a good girl if I'm not a girl at all.

[He's not sensitive about that. He's absolutely not. But even if he was, it seemed his statement was made with as much humor as Reimi's had been, and no bitterness at all. She was fortunate to have parents like hers, and he was very fortunate to have her for a friend.]

In any case...I will try to arrive as soon as possible. Thank you, Emily.

[With a polite goodbye, Kurama ended the call. The final boarding announcement was made and, picking up his backpack, he hurried onto the train. It would be nearly an hour before he reached Upper Marcy, and a little bit longer after that (and after curfew) when he finally made it from the station to Reimi's home.

Standing before the front door, he knocked gently to announce his presence hoping that by now she had spoken with her parents and his arrival wasn't going to alarm anyone...]

You'd be surprised.

[buuuut she's willing to continue pretending to be that 'good girl' and let that rest in peace with one final comment. she bids Kurama an equal polite goodbye and then sets about getting things prepared for his arrival after hanging up.

it's actually pretty convenient that his arrival took such a long time. everything had been not only approved but set up by the time Reimi hears the telltale knock on her door. she hops off the couch and opens it in good time, grinning up at him.]

There you are! I thought you got lost.

[she steps out of the doorway so that he can enter...or at least, as much as one can enter smoothly after having a snuggie thrown at their face.]

I'm sorry about that, the way here from...!

[Abruptly silenced by the snuggie, Kurama laughed softly into the warm fabric before pulling it away from his face. He hadn't expected to receive anything quite so flamboyant as this for comfort, but he was nevertheless grateful for Reimi's thoughtfulness.

With an appreciative nod, he stepped inside off the front porch and proceeded to remove his shoes, expertly juggling the warm bundle and his backpack.]

As I was saying, I was required to take three trains to get here from Green Valley. I suppose next time I'll have to leave a little earlier or text you midway.

[Not that there would ever be a next time, or so he hoped. At least...not for the same reasons.]

Geez, no kidding. I've had to get that trip down to a science for school.

[she closes the door behind him with a small laugh, watching attentively in case he decided to hand over any of his burdens to make things a little easier. it's a doubtful thought, but Reimi preferred to remain on hand just in case.]

I'm not allowed to let you stay in the house unless you wear that, just so you know. My parents are worried that none of my dad's smaller pajamas are thick enough for this weather.

[for the moment she was just going to keep it to herself that the snuggie was her mother's. Kurama's probably suffered enough pain these past couple days without that knowledge.]

[With a look down at the bundle in his arms, and then a glance back in Reimi's direction, it seemed Kurama had his suspicions about the snuggie's origins. He even fixed his host with a tiny and knowing smile, but unlike his other self, he was easy to get along with.]

I'll have to thank your father for his generosity.

[Regardless of whom the warm bundle truly belonged to, it looked like it would fit him and it would certainly beat sleeping in his clothes as he would have done otherwise. He hadn't brought much with him in his backpack, just a couple sets of day wear, his uniform for school, and his books. Pajamas were a luxury he hadn't even considered in the event the only place he found to stay was some out of the way sheltered stop at a station or park.]

As soon as I get settled I can change.

[um, no need to cast those silent accusations! she is being perfectly truthful, thank you very much, Kurama!! put those judgey eyeballs away.]

Sure! Come on upstairs.

[pausing just to make sure that he had everything well in hand and wouldn't trip or drop something, Reimi turns smartly on her heel and begins the ascent up the stairs and towards her bedroom. her voice lowers out of courtesy for her once again sleeping parents, but it's still loud enough to carry behind her.]

He said he stuck a shirt and pants in there, so be careful when you unroll it.

I will, but...

[As he followed after Reimi, seeming to have no trouble with the bundle in his arms or the bag slung over his shoulder, Kurama cast a glance around them as if looking for...well, anywhere else that wasn't her bedroom. Some things it seemed wouldn't change with Awakening, but fortunately for everyone there was no window nearby for Kurama to go throwing himself out of.]

The couch would be more than adequate.

[Although he supposed if he slept on the couch they wouldn't have the same opportunity to speak, and this really was the first time since the other night that they'd been alone together. They wouldn't get another chance like this too soon.]

Not really. We already dumped all the blankets in my room.

[and as comfortable as that snuggie was, Reimi's pretty sure that Kurama would require at least a couple extra blankets to comfortably get through this chilly autumn weather. at least in this case she knew if he disappeared overnight he'd just be downstairs instead of in her backyard.

they reach her bedroom door in short order, which she nudges open gently with her hip. true to her word, it seems as if every single blanket in the Sugimoto household has been thrown into a haphazard nest on her floor along with a wayward sleeping bag. the change in environment seems to have greatly perturbed the endearingly ugly gray cat sitting on her bed, who lets out an irritated maow upon the return of his owner.]

[...even if Kurama wanted to protest further, the very idea of doing so died when he saw the miserable gray cat in Reimi's room.

Proceeding inside and setting his bundle and bag down next to the nest that was made on the floor for him, he made a beeline for the cat. He wasn't as excessively fond of them as Kuwabara, but he had a soft spot for almost all animals, particularly those with such obvious personality. Crouching down at Reimi's bedside and holding out his hand, he allowed the cat to investigate his scent if he was so inclined.

Kit didn't have any of his own pets, but he did have a wide variety of plants and Kurama smelled just as strongly of them as his other self would have.]

This must be Bowie. I regret that I didn't bring any cat grass...

[Reimi laughs behind the pair of them, clearly entertained as Bowie dutifully gives the stranger's hand a few cursory sniffs before staring at him expectantly. alright, walking garden. get on with it.]

Aw, don't worry. He'll forgive you so long as you give him enough attention.

[to underscore this, the cat chooses just then to let out another offended yowl over Kurama's complete lack of affectionate gestures. what even was the point if he was going to just crouch there??

the whole thing makes his owner laugh all over again.]

He likes to have his chin rubbed.

That won't be a problem.

[Not only did Bowie get exactly what he wanted in the form of chin rubs, but he would also find himself scooped up into Kurama's arms. But whether the gesture was a preemptive attempt meant to keep the cat from having anything else to yowl about or to keep Kurama from having to put on a ladies snuggie was anyone's guess.

In any case, he took a seat on the edge of the blankets on the floor, dutifully stroking the cat's chin and cheeks and occasionally brushing a finger gently down the bridge of Bowie's nose.]

I'm terribly sorry that this was such short notice, but I cannot thank you enough for letting me stay here tonight, Reimi.

[the noise that Bowie makes is undoubtedly supposed to be purring, but what it ends up sounding most like is a clogged drain vigorously trying to unstick itself. still, he clearly appreciates the attention, making his strange sound of happiness without cessation and rubbing his head all over every inch of Kurama he can reach.

Reimi, for her part, smiles warmly at her friends getting along so well before taking her cat's former position on the bed. curling her legs up neatly beneath her, she leans forward slightly to better talk to her temporary roommate.]

I already told you it's not a problem, right? This isn't even the the hardest thing I've done with you.

[It was a charming sound despite being unusual, but then, Kurama wasn't one to judge animals. He continued to dote upon the cat as Reimi folded herself into Bowie's previous position on the bed, seeming almost as if he had nothing to say in response to such a remark until...]

I know.

[He looked from the cat to her then, his expression serious and gaze apologetic.]

I have been nothing but trouble, haven't I? Every single time we've spoken or met it seems I have done nothing but inconvenience you in some way.

If this is the most inconvenient you're ever going to be, I'm not really worried.

[up close and without the flutter of activity Kurama's arrival had afforded, a sharp eye might notice that Reimi appears to be a bit paler and more strained than usual in appearance. it does nothing to inhibit her warm smile, however.]

All my friends have been pretty troublesome. I think it's why I like them so much.

I would say you need better friends, but most of mine are just as troublesome.

[Even Reimi, in her own way, had the same stubborn streak as Kurama's friends from home. Like her, that spirit was part of what he found so endearing about them. Somehow, such people seemed larger than life.

Even when it was clear that the night of this world had stolen their life away from them.

She was pale, even in the warm light of her home. Paler than she looked during the day at school. Kurama couldn't help thinking that was an effect of Awakening, especially after recalling how she'd looked the same way in the dream they had shared. But she never let that consume her. She had a strength and a way about her that Kit really should have paid closer attention to. He might have learned something.]

Even so, I'll endeavor not to be such a burden in the future. I hope you won't like me any less for that.

[it wasn't even the sudden cessation of her heart that caused her such strain these days. it was, and perhaps always would be, the blossoming of wounds across her back over and over with every sunset. it had been difficult enough to withstand them the first time; each new experience, despite the fact they no longer dripped or stained, was harder to swallow.

but almost none of that shows in her face. death had nothing to do with her life - not in Morioh and certainly not here.]

Mmm, I can't say for sure. I'll have to see how boring you are in action before rendering judgement.

Terribly boring, I promise.

[He was teasing, naturally. As much as Kurama was content to lead a life of mundane and peaceful comforts, the strife of his old life always found its way back to him like some kind of lost animal. Perhaps it was his scent. Or perhaps it was because he had never really quit his ways. In any case, excitement seemed to inevitably rear its head whether or not he wanted it to. As such, he had learned to be prepared for the worst, so that even if he was caught unawares, he wouldn't be without a plan.

He couldn't say the same for Kit, however. That was how he'd wound up here. But...there were worse fates. Reimi's company, and Bowie's, were both enjoyable.]

Then I've got some really bad news for you.

[she giggles, reaching out to give him a teasingly light bop on the head. there was no way in any universe that she could ever believe someone wearing Kurama's face would ever be able to allow himself to become truly boring. that would kill him faster than any trouble he felt the need to instigate.

that was more than welcome. the heart of her very town had never been anything less than truly bizarre. even now, it was the only way that she knew how to live.]

[If it weren't for Bowie eating up all the affection Kurama was bestowing upon his chin, cheeks, and ears, he might have caught Reimi's hand before she had the chance to bop him. Instead, held prisoner by her cat, he was forced to suffer that playful tap. It was a cruel punishment indeed.

He grinned at her, unaware of the way his eyes shone gold for a moment, and his hair silver.]

Kit was fortunate to have made a friend of you. I only wish he'd listened more.

[Adjusting the way the cat was sprawled in his arms, Kurama booped him gently on the nose.]

You were right, you know. There is someone here with me from my world. He hasn't Awakened yet, and I'm afraid that when he does things will truly be difficult.

[this is what happened when you wandered into someone's home, Kurama. they and their allies would tag team you when you were least expecting it.

Reimi smiles widely back at him, taking quiet note of the shimmering change which crosses over her companion momentarily. it was something she'd seen in other Unawakened, albeit in the daytime - it seemed that she was going to have a fun surprise whenever Kurama grew into his persona. how exciting.

for his part, Bowie protests the change in position with a gravelly mrrrowl, lightly nibbling on the offending fingers that dare boop him in his adorable little nose. truly terrifying.]

I told you, it's a very powerful way to tell fortunes.

[she doesn't comment on his first statement at all. Reimi doesn't think she's any more of a friendly catch than the other people her age - and as much as she'd wished Kit had listened to her as well, that was in the past. there was nothing to do about that now.]

What kind of difficult, though?

Unfortunately, I mean the kind that is the most difficult of all.

[Seeming content to let Bowie nibble on his fingers, Kurama continued.]

The alliance Hiei and I forged in the very beginning was tentative, but over time we became formidable partners and, more importantly, friends. I can think of no one else who knows me so well, whom I also trust so deeply.

[He had beloved friends, people he would die for, but only Hiei really knew him and understood him. Of all the people he had ever met, demon or human, only Hiei embraced every side of him.]

It seems that bond was one that was reborn with us here, but the circumstances in this world were very different. Our goals aligned from the start. We grew close very quickly. Close enough that I find myself needing to take a long look at the feelings I find myself harboring for him. Hiei will not have so easy a time, however.

[Regretfully, Kurama shook his head. He was limited in how much he could or would say about his partner, but there were some things that he could share.]

He and I are both demons, but the time I spent as a human taught me much. Hiei, unfortunately, never found himself blessed with the same privilege. Here he has a human heart, something he has never felt beat within him before, something he cannot even begin to comprehend. It will be difficult...even without the ways in which our other selves complicated matters.

[Sighing, he waggled his fingers around Bowie's paws and booped his nose again before looking back up at Reimi. Impossibly, he was smiling and the expression wasn't at all sad or discouraged. He knew the hard road that lay ahead for him, but the alternative was not walking at all and letting his friend suffer. For whom he was now, there was only one choice.]

It is something we will overcome, however. Even if I am not yet sure how...there has never been anything that, combined, we could not conquer.

[Reimi draws her knees up against her chest, resting her chin in the valley they create to listen with rapt attention to her friend's story. these were the things that she loved best, even when they were fraught with hardship - knowing that the people she cared about had others in their lives who loved them so completely.

it's no surprise, then, to hear that the absence of their former world pressing down upon them had caused something deeper to bloom between them. likely it had always been lurking somewhere neither could reach - but the life of a demon wouldn't allow for such things. she didn't need to have met a true one before now to know that.]

Whatever their race, people like that love really intensely. I think that it scares them and that's why they won't acknowledge it.

[it was a wholly different set of circumstances, but Reimi couldn't help being reminded of Rohan. all those hours they'd spent together, just the two of them in the endless loops of the alley, and when it came for their final goodbyes he'd struggled to even admit he would miss her.

Rohan and Hiei both suffered from the curse of caring too deeply. it was a frightening thing to behold when no one had ever truly taught them about what it was for.]

But I'm pretty sure you're right. You might have to buy stock in ulcer preventatives by the time it's over, but people like that can't be separated. Not even by themselves.

I think you're right, but that's part of why I have faith. That intensity is part of Hiei's strength — the same strength that other people like him possess and have harnessed for the sake of their survival.

[In theory, anyway. Kurama didn't really believe there was anyone else quite like Hiei in all the world. Not this one or the world from which they came. His very angry and very fierce little partner was one of a kind. As well as someone he would need to contend with before long. This situation Kit had forced them into wasn't one he could permit to fester forever. Eventually they would need to speak...

...perhaps sooner than the other teen would like, what with the time of Awakening looming so close around the bend.

For now, however, Kurama was well aware he had put far too much on his host's shoulders. It was awfully kind of her to listen and be so helpful, but unkind of him to burden her after already asking such a steep favor. It was time to turn the spotlight off himself, as much to play the part of gracious guest as to spare himself the discomfort.

Or perhaps learn something.]

Speaking of survival...I hope you will forgive my asking, but I find it rather curious. Do people simply not see the changes the 'Awakened' go through at night?

[Did her own family not see the sudden paleness her skin adopted? Would his own not see past the illusion of Kit Florentine if he ever changed?]

[boy, he really had it bad, didn't he? Reimi can't help but wonder if he's even aware of how hard he seems to have fallen for this boy, although she suspects that the answer is "not quite aware enough". love was silly like that.

but it's also the reason that she doesn't push Kurama to continue sharing, willingly allowing the focus to shift back onto herself for the time being. they had the entire night and possibly a bit of the early morning; there was plenty of time to resume that topic.]

It seems that way! I definitely wouldn't be here now if my parents could see me like this.

[it wasn't the pallor of her skin to which Reimi referred, but the horrible gashes that reopened upon her back like clockwork every night. there was no sweater thick enough that could hide such a thing from the knowing eyes of a parent.]

I guess it's sort of like the app in that way. We can all see it, but nobody else even notices.

I wish I knew whether to be more grateful for such a precautionary measure, or offended by the complete lack of respect.

[Kurama did not wish for Kit Florentine's adoptive parents to see his demon fox form, if that was in fact the way he'd appear when he fully Awakened, but he also wished he had some say in the matter. To render any form of anyone's essentially invisible...

It felt too much like writing off that part of their history.

Strategically speaking, it made sense. They couldn't have everyone worrying, couldn't risk drawing attention, but he could only be bitter at the choice having been taken from him.

...it was no wonder Kit had rushed towards Awakening early, he realized. Kurama himself possessed a great desire to be in control. Perhaps that had bled over into the other boy, his other self, and had been the catalyst for everything. Perhaps he really was to blame and not Kit.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly, and then returned to administering affectionate chin rubs to Reimi's cat.]

I suppose it doesn't matter, does it? What's done is done. But I think if I find the one truly responsible for all of this...

[Kurama left the thought hanging in the air between them. Finishing it might be as unkind as the threat itself. Toying with lives was unforgivable. He would kill the one pulling their strings if he got the chance. Whether it was Luci or someone else.]

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what the fuck is a reimi tag can i eat it