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          THERE WERE SOME things you just couldn’t do in this world without a closet female friend, Yusuke thought. And since there was no way in Hell he was gonna get caught shopping at such a cutesy establishment in the middle of broad daylight, he found himself once again missing Keiko… albeit, for far more shallow reasons.

          Though she’d often scold him with that hand on her hip and a pointed finger, ‘Yusuke! It’s really not that big of a deal! Honestly.’ – no matter how many times she’d chided him, it didn’t make the whole ordeal any less embarrassing. And even now he couldn’t manage to force his hand into doing it himself… well, that’s what he had friends for, right? Luckily. Since there was no way he could ask Kuwabara for this sort of favor ( unless he wanted to hear that squeal of a laugh, no thank you ) that left the next closest person. A certain red-head who was sure to keep the whole thing on the down-low, y’know. In any case, he knew Kurama was good at keeping a secret. That’s all that mattered, right?

          “… – you’re not gonna laugh, right? Just… help a guy out.” A hand ran across the back of his neck somewhat nervously as he jabbed a small slip of paper that’d been folded too many times in Kurama’s direction, sloppy katakana scribbled across fine lines as to indicate what flavor and how many scoops. Yusuke’s eyes flitted briefly over to the ice cream stand a few feet away from them – the one he was so hesitant to approach.

✾ —– EVEN WITH THE tone of seriousness riddled with suppressed embarrassment greeting him, Kurama still hadn’t so much as raised a brow in curiosity-- let alone laugh. Instead, he pondered upon what might have caused Yusuke to become so haphazardly nervous that he’d ask for help. They had only been sauntering along casually up to this point, so perhaps his friend’s attention was drawn to something that Kurama otherwise wouldn’t think twice about. Observing and listening closely to the request, an affirmative nod was given as if to assure that he could be tasked not to prod and gibe at whatever this request may be. Promptly, a thin and sloppily-folded note was taken into his hand. After unraveling it and scanning over its entails for what was possibly the fourth time, he traced Yusuke’s line of sight to the ice cream stand. It all started to make sense. 

Now enlightened as to what it was the detective was after did Kurama approach the stand without a breath in interrogation or protest. He waited in line and adhered to the recipe for his companion’s ideal dessert down to the last detail before returning, relinquishing it quietly. Then, he continued walking as if it weren’t a big deal, but even the youkai quell his inquisitiveness. So, without highlighting the previous plight with his words, Kurama inquired,

          “Have you never gotten ice cream on your own before, Yusuke?”

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           ▬「 ✦ ﾟ》Luffy was in a dire need of food and a nap. All the excitement was finally wearing off and he could feel his energy slowly disappear from his body. Fatigue settled in his body and he could tell that if he didn’t find a place to nap soon, he was going to collapse. Spotting a barrel in the corner of his eyes, he decided it was the best place to sleep in since no one would be able to disturb him inside there. Placing his whole body in the barrel, he positioned himself comfortably before closing the lid on top of his head. It didn’t take him long to fall asleep.

           Unfortunately for him, there were a bunch of hooligans walking by and they didn’t hesitate to kick the barrel out of their way, causing him to roll down with the barrel. After nearly hitting a bystander in the process, the barrel slowed down and came to a complete halt. Popping out of the barrel, a huge grin blossomed on Luffy’s face. “That was a great nap! I feel hungry though…” Glancing at a bystander nearby, he asked him a question. “Do you have any meat?”

✾ ----- BY NOW KURAMA should have learned to expect the unexpected-- not only in dangerous situations, but also in his everyday life. This city couldn’t have gained a reputation for being a quiet and peaceful place, since it was anything but. Even the things one could find on a calm stroll proved to be surprising, such as a person joyfully emerging from a barrel. Between this odd mix of nonchalant and jubilant, Kurama was uncertain what to think of it prior to nearly being run over by this guy. And frankly, it became rather irrelevant since they both made it out sans any potential injuries. Still... 

          “We might be able to find you something to eat, but why would sleep in a place like that?” It didn’t sound too unlike a choice that a friend of his would make. 

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          ━ ` ★ ⋱ »  There were days where he didn’t feel like doing the regular steal and run routine simply because he was feeling too lazy to run. On days like this, he preferred to use his brain and less of his body. When the waiter asked for money after he finished eating, he pointed at the first person he saw in the corner of his eyes and uttered the words. A redhead. Perfect. “See that lady there. She’s my mom. She’s the one’s who’s gonna pay for it. Ask her for the money.” After ensuring that he wouldn’t have to pay for his meal, he walked out of the establishment, feeling content about the delicious lunch he just had.

          Unfortunately for him, people didn’t like to be tricked and sometimes he would end up getting caught by the person he tricked. If he had pinned the check on someone and ran then he would end up scot free, but he was feeling sluggish and he couldn’t be bothered to exert anymore energy. “… What is it?” He asked, as if he didn’t know what crime he had just committed. 

✾ ----- HE DIDN’T COME here for this. Well, technically speaking, he hadn’t come to this city of his own free will at all. But to come to this particular restaurant just to ask a few questions and suddenly having a bill pinned on him-- he didn’t have time to be subjected to this. It took a bit for Kurama to notice such an underhanded form of dining and dashing ( as if it weren’t underhanded enough to begin with ). In fact, the poor youkai was completely oblivious to this ‘prank’ until there was a gentle tap on his shoulder, intruding rather abruptly upon his conversation with an employee. ‘Ma’am? U-uhm, here’s your bill.’ A slip with a list of the items ordered and dues for said items was handed to him. To which, the employee Kurama was conversing with would react by vouching for him before a finger could be raised in his own protest. 

‘That can’t be right-- he has been here with me all this time. Who told you this?’ She was clearly upset, evident in her mannerisms-- arms crossed with an irritated tone and a light scowl.

‘Oh, that’s a ma-- h-him! The boy headed for the door!’

✾ ----- All but a brief glimpse of his hair had vanished from the exit. Alas, that was all that was required to track him down. With a sigh ( one that tugged at his lips, as this was borderline amusing to him ) he turned to the two with genuine mien of determination. 

          “This was a simple mistake. I’ll bring him back for you.” 

✾ ----- It almost sounded as if Kurama was promising it to them. Granting them nothing more than a small bow, he rushed for the door and pushed through to the outside. Everything was scanned frantically, but if it weren’t for the sun’s ray highlighting that brilliant orange, Kurama would have never found him. He tailed the boy-- not hurriedly or in a way that would startle. In fact, it was considerably stealthier compared to something that plain. And then, when he closed in-- “... What is it?” 

Okay, that was impressive in its own right, but it’s not like Kurama’s pursuit was for the purpose of commending him. Though he had found the odd situation vaguely amusing, there was naught but seriousness in his eyes now. “Did you enjoy your meal?”     

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          LEAVE IT TO Kurama to always be that unwavering pillar of support whenever the going got tough – or at least, whenever the Urameshi Yusuke ended up perturbed by his surroundings or by the decisions he had to make. The demon always carried that air of a clear-head about him, leaving him always easy to talk to, always there to explain the situation in layman’s terms when things got confusing. You bet your ass he appreciated his close friend, more than words could ever say at least… – rather, he was just never that great at conveying exactly what he wanted to say when it came to feelings. 

          “Yeah, I was –  the big goof’s doin’ just fine, by the way. Unless you managed to cross paths with him already… then, hey. You should already know he’s all in one piece. No more sitting alone wondering where the hell we are, I guess.” Yusuke said with a nonchalant shrug, a bit of pep in his step as he trotted alongside Kurama, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his jeans. The confidence within Kurama’s statement eased some of his keyed-up tension and gave a familiar sense of comfort.

          This ‘housing’ Kurama’d spoke of… didn’t exactly look live-able, at first glance. Rotting flights of stairs led them up to hallways scattered with dust, pieces of parchment littered here and there across the floor as they walked. Nasty… – were all the dormitories in this city so completely unkempt? He was loath to compare it to how filthy Ma always kept their household, but it certainly brought him back for a second. Upon having entered the dirty hole Kurama was now bound to live in temporarily, Yusuke ran a finger across a grimy counter… “Eugh.” 

          But the grimace on his face and the visible disgust, he didn’t have time to waste fretting on how disgusting these living conditions were. ‘We’re living on someone else’s terms.’ “Kurama.” His tone unwavering, a tad too serious. When he next whipped around, Kurama would find Yusuke pulling off a fairly iconic pose in his direction; that of his finger, locked-and-loaded and pointed straight at him.

          “No matter how hard I focus my energy, I can’t seem to pull off a single Rei Gun. So, I was thinking… that must mean whoever’s in charge here’s got us all by the balls, power-wise. You’re the same way, aren’t you? At least, I can vaguely feel that there’s been a shift in your energy level…” 

✾ —– THAT WAS A part or his role, after all. Much like the flowers which matured as he willed them to, Kurama enjoyed watching his friends grow. If it took some sort of aid --like his never-ending, reliable support-- then he would selflessly provide it without fail. In moments that they were jubilant ( and others that they were not ) could he truly relish in and savor in a manner that made Kurama feel as if finally, he wasn’t alone. And for once, that was actually the truth. So if it came down to one of them needing advice, or moral support, or even his metaphorical sword, the youkai would serve as a cornucopia of provisions. 

Even now was he met with Yusuke’s dormant concerns in the unsanitary, unstable hut he was to call a ‘home’. But no matter the levels of distress his companion could exhibit, Kurama would always answer with that warm and knowing closed-eye smile Yusuke had come to know. Their personal predicaments in reference to their limitations were troubling enough to admit, though necessary. “That’s exactly right. The way we are now, we would undoubtedly have trouble against lower-class demons, let alone the mastermind behind this plot.” Mirroring the delinquent with his own stylized and well-known display, Kurama revealed a fresh, glowing rose from the crimson curtain of hair behind him. “It’s impossible for me to call for the Rose Whip...” He goes silent, before his tone becomes weighty with seriousness. 

          “Until we regain some of our strength, I don’t think find it wise for the three of us to be too far apart.”

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❁ ██ ` CAMELLIA.

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          She could tell that there was something off. The look of disappointment that had briefly shown on his face was all she needed to see to know that something was wrong. With her phone returned to her, she looks at it for just a moment. Ah, the phone call didn’t reach whomever he had wanted to call. That could be a problem if it was important. ❝ She? ❞ so it’s a woman, as expected. 

          ❝ She must be important to you if you’re willing to ask something like this of a complete stranger. ❞ and now she moves to put the cell phone back inside of her pocket before turning her attention back to him. ❝ I’m sorry that you weren’t able to reach her, whoever she is. ❞ 

          ❝ I didn’t think it would work, though. I just didn’t want to crush whatever small hope you had. How long have you been here? ❞

✾ —– HE NODS IN reply to her deductions. The should-have-been receiver of the call was a ‘she’ indeed-- a highly important one. Shame that the call couldn’t reach from whatever domain it was they were being held in. It begged the memory of the time he was pulled into a dimensional prison of sorts with the demon Itsuki, however unfortunate it was that these were two different scenarios entirely. If it were that simple, Kuwabara could get them home the moment he increased his reiki. Kurama had a hunch that this wasn’t the case. As such, it would be a long time before his voice could reach the ears of Shiori. His concern just about doubled. “You aren’t wrong about that. But it’s fine.” He laughed off the stinging at his emotions sheepishly, just like he rehearsed. 

          “Regardless, I thank you for allowing me to try. I'm relatively new to the city, so your kindness is appreciated.”

✾ —– Just like that, all of his usual levelheadedness resurfaced. It wouldn’t hurt to get to know some of the other citizens for the duration of his stay, so as opposed to boring her ( and letting too much slip to a stranger ) with the subject of his mother, Kurama focused on the trivial. “My name’s Kurama, by the way. How about yourself? How long have you been staying here?” 

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❁ ██ ` INSIDIATUS.

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This man spoke as if he was experimenting his own abilities on goku himself, which was correct. Smiling, he took a few steps to approach the red haired man. The tone he spoke sounded direct, and cunning. A lot like piccolo. A red haired piccolo! Cool! “ For you to approach my back without showing and murderous or malicious intent was impressive as well. You must be quite cunning and sneaky to be able to hide that kind of intent.” Compliment for compliment in its on right is fairness in the book of goku. Arms crossed upon standing still, as their inquiry was reaching the main focus point. 

“ Yup. My strength has been dramatically reduced, as well as my other abilities I can’t seem to use at all like I used to do. I can only lift about a truck or two with my strength level. I take it you lost a lot of your own power as well, kurama was it? My name is goku by the way! I am a Saiyan from Earth. It’s kind of like a alien warrior race. “

✾ —– THERE WAS SOME relief bundled with the enlightenment to just how many people had been affected by this power reduction. Although, it was minuscule in comparison to that remarkable tinge of stomach-churning uncertainty. Accustomed to it as he was, his head was still racing a mile a minute with the primary concern being how somehow could possibly diminish so many peoples’ power to little more than a greenhorn spirit detective’s. It was mind-boggling enough to harden his resolve. He wanted to continue investigating. And as with any other predicament Kurama was suddenly snatched into ( and there were plenty ), he required further information.

Just the mention of exactly how much power Goku retained was intriguing; this couldn’t have been a bluff. Still, having visual proof was exceedingly reliable when weighed against someone’s word. “Hm.” The young man mused inwardly for a spell-- partially wondering what particularly deemed a Saiyan ‘special’. Priority ended up being granted to this strength Goku claimed to possess, however.

          “You said you could still lift a truck, right Goku?” He paused to allow the suspense to build before adding, “I don’t believe you.”

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what if kurama’s hair changed color subtly with the seasons? (i figure he must be pretty in-tune with nature, given he’s an animal spirit)

also kurama with shoulder length hair aslkdjf;alsdjfals;dkjfa;lskdjf

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          IT WAS ALMOST a breathless sort of noise when he caught a familiar tinge of red being flicked over a shoulder, brown eyes latching onto that vague mirage as he pushed his way through the crowd. If that was who he thought it was, then he’d have to be fast… – they had a knack for disappearing and reappearing whenever ( how did he do that all the time? ) they wanted to, after all. Though as Yusuke gave chase enthusiastically, shoving people this way and that way as nicely as he could, he hit a brick wall of realization about just how fast he’d spun around the street corner. “Kurama!”

          Shit. Maybe he’d been a little too enthusiastic. That sharp turn quickly took a change for the worse as the teenager found himself suddenly bowling over his well-dressed friend, a hand and an elbow slamming straight into the pavement in a clumsy attempt to cushion the fall on Kurama. He winced; no matter how strong he got, shit like this still stung.

          “Y-Yo, Kurama. My bad. Here.” Yusuke enthusiastically clapped a hand on the redhead’s back as he helped him back onto his feet; they’d only been separated for such a short time and yet the feeling of reunion was a tad bittersweet. Just one quick look-over for any accidental injuries and… – nope, nothing. What a relief… it would’ve really sucked if their first encounter in this city had led to a few broken bones. “But damn, am I glad to see someone as sensible as you around. Nothing like a few more familiar faces in the crowd, huh?” His expression dimmed, faltered briefly; Yusuke’d never been good at hiding his emotions around Kurama. Or in general, really. The next bit was just a mumble as he scratched the tip of his nose, gaze downcast.

           “… as far as I know, there doesn’t seem to be any way back, though. What luck.”

✾ ----- BUSY STREETS AND busier people. The crowd of individuals moving about in the Sector like bees in a hive was an astounding sort of intriguing, and for now Kurama managed to blend in with it all. The destination had been set; tasked with seeking out District Epsilon with the intention of seeing the condition of the housing. It was true --even more so with his objective in mind-- that Kurama could vanish just as well as he could haphazardly turn up. No one could blame Yusuke for making haste in regards to catching up with the youkai. Still, that wouldn’t make the forthcoming collision any less surprising.  

          ‘Kurama!’

✾ ----- The identity of the one who had called out to him was so captivating ( on account of the familiarity ) that he was forced to halt in his tracks. And when he did, he pivoted, awaiting the person to bound up to and greet him. Some greeting. Met with a surplus of strength far exceeding calculation, the overwhelming weight of his friend slammed into him. It might have been more than adequate if aimed at a wrestler, let alone someone of a shorter stature. Unable to recover his balance quickly enough, Kurama wound up barreling toward the ground. The full impact of back against concrete was solely mitigated by a nicely-timed arm snaking around him for some minimal, impromptu security. A relieved huff passed his lips, content that the resulting pain lacked severity. He climbed to his feet with Yusuke’s help the moment he was able, excusing the mishap. “It’s all right.”

Intently, he watched, only diverting his focus when Yusuke’s brighter countenance became a bit grim. The concern in mind was muttered, yet audible enough for Kurama to hear it clearly. “We aren’t even sure how or why we’ve been called here. It will take some time at this rate, but we’ll return.” The comforting was delivered with a gentle hand on his shoulder, emerald eyes bearing hardened determination. For the time being, there was little they could do to fight against this. It would be better for the both of them if they changed the subject.

          “Unrelated, but I was on my way to my housing. Are you coming?”

✾ ----- As he began pacing along the path he was on before, he detected something rather.. questionable about Yusuke. The presence of his youki was absent entirely. It might have been too early to discern whether that was due to their power being suppressed or not, but Kurama took mental note of it despite that-- of course, not bothering to mention it to him. Right now, lightening Yusuke’s mood was the priority. “We’re living on someone else’s terms, so we should play their game for now. ----- Were you not with Kuwabara?” 

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Since the Urameshi and Kuwabara duo wreckt my last ad, here’s another shot. Cap is 3! Some of these may/may not include minor event ideas - nothing too intrusive. 

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OI! SHOO, FOX DON’T BOTHER ME!!

Take your own advice, Kuwabara.

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Commission for Anomura

Hiei and Kurama from Yu Yu Hakusho.

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