That New-Age therapy crap ((Open RP, Greenhouses))

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

After the first thousand years or so, Kurama found a way to control exhausting emotions like rage and hate and the like. Most of the time, he could cool down after a moment, probably following some bit of vengeful destruction, and move on.

Sometimes, however, it took more than just a little vengeful destruction.


At first, the destruction was random, mindless, angry culling of whatever flora he didn't happen to like at the moment, or that reminded him that a certain bomb-fetishist demon who shall not be named had come in and ruined the hell out of his day. Then, as the greenhouse started to look more like a disaster zone, he began to parse off each plant, vine, stem, flower, and leaf until parts of the greenhouse looked like they'd been planned out by a math-happy earth god; not a curved or unsymmetrical line to be seen.

He was obviously in a dark mood, but he had forgotten to close the greenhouse door. Belophoebe, wise cat that she was, came in at just the right moment and demanded his attention. Which he gladly gave, abandoning the wreckage of his greenhouse - half mathematical perfection, half jungle disaster chaos - to sit on a worktable and pet his cat.

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[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

It didn't take much for Kusuriyuri to find Kurama. It did take much, however, to walk normally. His back hurt and he was in no mood to speak with anyone, but he needed to make sure his lover was alright. He needed to know Kurama would be okay. He paused, just outside the open door, looking in on the chaos, listening before he entered the room.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama had graduated from petting to dangling a little bit of string for Belophoebe's enjoyment. It was more soothing to watch her play than to destroy his greenhouse. But when he felt and heard Kusuriyuri, he set down the string and stood to greet him, walking towards the door.

It took him only a few paces to be able to smell the lingering odor of gunpowder, and feel the residual crawl of Karasu's youki. A feeling of dread crawled into Kurama's stomach and settled there.

"Kusuriyuri..." He held out his hands to his lover, eyes intent to find where Karasu had hurt him, terrified that he'd been hurt more than he was showing.

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuriyuri took Kurama's hands. "It is not much," he said, downplaying his injuries mostly because his concern for Kurama was more intense. "And you? How are you, my Blue Lotus?"

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama shook his head, squeezing Kusuriyuri's fingers gently. "I'm fine. He is frightening, but for now he is trapped in that room. Where did he hurt you?"

[edomedpeddler.livejournal.com]

Kusuryuri frowned. "Back. It was unexpected. It will not happen again," he said, his voice firm.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"That coward," he hissed. His eyes darken and he felt a murderous, suicidal urge to go after Karasu and use him for plant fertilizer. He shoved it away as well as he could, focusing his energy and concern back on Kusuriyuri. "I am sorry, koi. I should have found a way to trap him while I was there."

[crispydemon.livejournal.com]

Hiei appeared in the greenhouse without announcing his arrival. He didn't see any need to warn Kurama of his coming; if he didn't expect the demon to show up, then he was a fool.

"...I see you already know who's here," Hiei observed, glancing around at the destruction in the greenhouse. He pointedly ignored Kusuriyuri's presence, for the moment.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

He would have been irritated any other day, but for now he was relieved. Karasu had no outspoken interest in Hiei, and Hiei knew how to take care of himself in either case, which was a heavy weight off of Kurama's mind.

"Yes," he replied at length. "I cannot say I'm terribly surprised that he is here, but I am also not happy about it."

[crispydemon.livejournal.com]

"Of course not," Hiei spat, walking over to stand closer to Kurama. "If you were happy about his being here, you'd deserve to be put in a coma." Hiei was in a terrible mood but concern for Kurama outweighed everything else at the moment.

He sniffed the air. The smell of blood confirmed Hiei's suspicion; the medicine seller had checked on Kurama before receiving medical attention, that idiot.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama's gaze was flat, voice deadpan. "Hiei, if you're only here to make remarks on the obvious, I'm not in the mood." That, though, he hadn't meant to let sound so harsh. But Hiei did have a particular talent at catching him in bad moods.

[crispydemon.livejournal.com]

Hiei narrowed his glare on Kurama but said nothing. His friend was obviously in a very poor mood and for a very good reason. He couldn't really blame him for responding badly to his sarcasm.

Hiei looked away, focusing his attention on a half mutilated plant by his foot. "I came to see if you were alright and...if you needed my help at all," he mumbled. He knew Kurama could hear him, but Hiei felt vulnerable in saying that out loud. However he knew from prior experience that it meant a lot to Kurama when he swallowed his pride and told him his feelings without resorting to telepathy.

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

A was on his way through the greenhouse for a walk to hopefully clear his head a little when he saw the devastation. When he spotted Kurama he gave him a shocked look.

"What, oh, oh, did someone..."

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"All my doing," he smiled, though it lacked heart. "I encountered someone today who was less than welcome." then he paused, noticing something about A seemed... off. He left his perch and knelt in front of A so that they were eye-level. "A, is something wrong?"

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

"You, oh, oh, you, someone who..." Did he mean the same person that A had met, in the sorting room? He closed his eyes and shivered.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"In the sorting room," god, had Karasu gotten to A, too? Damn him. "A, did you go there, did you see him?"

[i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com]

"In..." So Kurama did mean the same person. "Ohhh.... I, I, I, oh, he didn't bleed enough, not enough, didn't stay cut..."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

Wishbone peeked into the room. Oh, WOW, what happened here?

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"I had an unfortunate creative jag," Kurama said, sitting on the floor so it was easier to talk to Wishbone, and holding out his hand for pets if the dog wanted. "On old 'friend' just came to visit by way of the sorting room."

[woocha.livejournal.com]

That scary guy?! He's scary! He scared me.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," Kurama looked at Wishbone intently, fearing for a moment that Karasu had hurt the dog, too. "He didn't touch you, or hurt you, did he?"

[woocha.livejournal.com]

He did! He snuck around behind me and scared me and touched my back! I tried to be brave but he scared me!

[calligraphywolf.livejournal.com]

Amaterasu and Issun's self-guided tour of Hogwarts eventually brought them to the greenhouses, just in time to see Kurama's destruction in full swing. Once things seemed to quiet down a short while later, the wolf took advantage of the open greenhouse door and sat in the doorway, peering in at the wreckage with what might have been a disapproving look. Or perhaps more worried. It was difficult to tell, what with her being a wolf and all.

"Is this more of that 'plant magic' you were talkin' about before, fox face?" Issun asked from his place on Amaterasu's head, wondering if the kitsune often went on such rampages.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

Kurama grimaced. "No, I just... got a little carried away." He traded the grimace for a smile, even though it still seemed a little pained. "Welcome to greenhouse two, I suppose. Coming around to see the sights?"

[calligraphywolf.livejournal.com]

"A little?" Issun asked incredulously. "Well, we'd had enough of the stinky Gryffindor common room, so I thought we should get some fresh air. Is this your classroom?"

Amaterasu got up and padded in, curiously sniffing at the plethora of plant life that littered the ground. She knew it probably wasn't her place to mend that damage, though she was sorely tempted to.

[serrulata.livejournal.com]

His smile grew a touch more genuine. "One of them. There are seven greenhouses in all, excluding the one A built for his own plants." He began to repair some of the damage as he spoke, reviving plants that he'd been a little too rough with, calming other back into their proper places.

"Though since there isn't much of a clamor to learn plant magic, I only use this and greenhouse one for actual classes. Three is where I keep more dangerous plants, and four is for growing experiments and hanging out to drink tea. Five, six, and seven are still in repair from the last teacher."