Kusuriyuri felt himself being drawn up into the sky, felt Kurama being drawn up with him, following the path of the lightning. He was sure their feet were no longer on the canopy of the trees below them, though they were still connected. That hardly mattered. There was so much energy, and Kurama was with him in it. He wanted to laugh, he wanted to love. If they were flying, it would make perfect sense to him. He held onto Kurama, continuing their kiss, holding his mate as close as possible.