Recovery (closed, Kusuriyuri/Kurama, likely NSFW)

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Hands charred, nasty gash on the chest, various wounds from fire and shrapnel littering his face and arms... Kurama certainly did not look like the epitome of health. He didn't feel like it either, but managed to not limp in view of anyone as he made his way to the rooms he and Kusuriyuri shared.

Even though he felt like he'd taken a stroll through the London Blitz, it wasn't his health he was concerned about. He could smell Kusuriyuri's blood thicker here, but he could also hear the cats, and Kusuriyuri speaking to them softly. With that small relief, he pushed the door open with his shoulder, sliding in and leaning against the door as it closed again with a little sigh.

"Koi," he said softly, keeping the rage at his old foe at bay until he could get the scope of the situation, "please tell me Karasu didn't actually blow your leg off."

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Kusuriyuri looked up from his ministrations, their bond, the wards and the cats' reactions letting him know it was Kurama. "It is attached," he said blandly enough. It was badly burned and the pain was just starting to come down to a level where he could talk without hissing out the words from between his ground teeth. There was still a lot of pain and a lot of healing, but he could talk. "And you? How badly injured?" he asked, reaching out to Kurama, Boukensha rising up to rub against the extended hand.

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"Been worse," he grunted, pushing away from the door. He didn't look, but he felt bits of himself sticking to the wood as he did. He'd have to remember to clean that up later. He limped over to Kusuriyuri and sat down carefully, taking the offered hand with a sigh of relief under the sting of pain, letting the energy flow between them. "But... not by much, I have to admit."

He wanted to pet Boukensha, and would have been thankful for that extra comfort, but he doubted that cat hair was good for fresh burns. Instead he contented with rubbing his elbow along the head of each cat in greeting, earning a look, but acceptance.

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"If Itoshii is able, could he have the plants bring this one's medicine?" Kusuriyuri asked, brushing Boukensha's head with his fingers before taking Kurama's hand and examining it. He was in a bit more pain than would allow him to summon what he needed. "And water, please?" He hated to ask, especially since he knew Kurama was in pain as well. He kept his eyes on Kurama's hand, examining the burns, though.

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"That's no problem," he smiled, suppressing a wince as Kusuriyuri's ever-gentle fingers touched his hand. He closed his eyes and concentrated, calling all the plants in their apartment to attention. Perhaps it would have been easier to summon a house elf, but privacy trumped convenience here, and his energy, though depleted, was still enough to guide a few vines around.

It took longer than usual, of course, but eventually Kusuriyuri's medicines and supplies, were lowered from a careful net of vines, followed by a bowl and pitcher of water from the bathing room. That had taken a little extra brainpower, but any distraction from the aches and pains was a good distraction.

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"Thank you, Itoshii," Kusuriyuri murmured. He wasn't in a place where he could use reiki, though, his attention was too scattered by his own pain to allow the concentration he needed. So he prepared a poultice of a couple different herbs that would draw out any infection and help heal the burn. He carefully wrapped it around Kurama's hands, binding them in some clean linen to hold the poultice n place. He set some opium and willow bark to steep before he made a wash of goldenseal to clean the wounds on Kurama's chest, washing as gently as he could.

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Kurama cursed his hands, eyes drawn to the wound on Kusuriyuri's leg, burns and cuts from shrapnel showing through tears in his kimono.

"Tell me what I can do to help you," he begged, pushing his energy through the bandages, offering his energy as a replacement for reiki, trying to soothe what his hands couldn't. He grimaced slightly, the bandages he'd already messily placed on the wound Apos had given him soaked up the goldenseal, stinging all the way to the bone.

"A fine collection of scars we'll have," he said, gritting his teeth. "We can pass the time trying to find pictures in them."

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"Itoshii," Kusuriyuri murmured softly, bringing a hand up to rest against Kurama's cheek. He let his appreciation and love for his lover flow into his touch. "Let me heal you," he asked softly. "Let me care for you."

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Kurama ducked his head, pressing into the touch. "I worry, Koi. Don't put me too much before yourself." But, he relaxed, knowing that an argument with Kusuriyuri wasn't, because he always gave in. Then, because he knew Kusuriyuri would pointedly not mention it, "I'm sorry I didn't come to you for..." he gestured to the deep gash, feeling sheepish for his earlier stubbornness.

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"Why did you not, baka na itoshii?" Kusuriyuri asked softly "Why hide?" He was relieved, given the extent of Kurama's current injuries, that the kitsune had come straight to him, though, based on his first comment, he also was of the opinion it was because Kurama was worried about him and not his own injuries.

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"I was more concerned with getting back at Apos, and it didn't seem so bad..." because cuts where you could move the skin and count bones were superficial, of course. He winced again, the nerves around the wound sounding out in extreme protest. "Then Karasu showed up and I kind of went into that funny headspace where I'm constantly seeing him as a bloodied corpse."

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Kusuriyuri reached up and tapped Kurama on the nose. "You will not conceal such from me again," he said. "What brought you back?" he asked as he continued to wash Kurama's wounds, though he thought he knew the answer.

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"Yes, dear," he said, bowing his head further. Which wasn't the best idea, but mostly moving seemed to be blacklisted for the day anyway. He smiled, though, his second answer soft. "I missed you." True, they hadn't seen much of each other lately. Things had been abnormally busy. "And I worried, when I fought Karasu. I could smell you had been there."

Belatedly, his guilty conscience reminded him.

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"This one has missed you, as well," Kusuriyuri replied softly, bandaging the wounds on Kurama's chest. "You are always within this one's heart and often in his thoughts," he murmured, color touching his cheeks despite himself. "It was not this one's intention to become injured, but he did find the wards are effective," he added, the ghost of a slightly vicious smile on his lips.

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Kurama grinned, and leaned forward to place a kiss on Kusuriyuri's nose. The pain was more than worth it. "I saw, and used one that I've been keeping on me." More because it reminded him of Kusuriyuri than a legitimate reason to use it, since Karasu had been a snack for so long. "You are an evil genius, Koi."

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"This one is accustomed to fighting those which respond to wards," Kusuriyuri murmured, his eyes on the tissane he was brewing. He reached for a clean piece of linen and dipped it into the antiseptic solution. "If Itoshii would, the feet are most awkward," he asked. "Then, something for pain for both of us."

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Thankful for something - anything - to do, Kurama shifted so that he could take one of Kusuriyri's feet, carefully cleaning away the blood and tending to the small cuts. It was easy work for useless hands.

"More than used to, I should think," Kurama said, knowing he was only talking to fill the silence. "Your wards work better than most weapons."

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"Itoshii's touch is very gentle," Kusuriyuri murmured, sidestepping Kurama's comments. It was still awkward for him to receive them, though Kurama was very fond of giving them to him. "Only against those who are susceptible," he added, implying Apos.

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Kurama smiled slightly; gentleness was a natural reaction around Kusuriyuri. He finished with one foot, moving to the other, more careful this time of the bandages already around Kusuriyuri's leg.

"I think, if you'd help me with a specific ward, I've found a way to keep that little maniac out of trouble for a while," he said, catching the implication.

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"A specific ward?" Kusuriyuri asked, tilting his head. "What does Itoshii have in mind?" he asked, the touch more painful, more ticklish on this leg since it was the one that had been caught in Karasu's trap.

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"Something to keep the warded trapped in a certain area, and to weigh them down if they make any violent actions. It will be coupled with a handful of spells I've researched." He concentrated on keeping his touch as light as possible - not easy; his hands were starting to feel numb - but the effort was etched on his face.

He paused to clean the linen, giving up with that piece when wringing proved too difficult and reaching for a new one. "I have Apos marked for detention, but I know he won't show. I won't feel so bad about the subsequent punishment that way."

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Kusuriyuri reached out for Kurama's cheek. "It is enough," he murmured. He poured the tissane into two cups. "Here," he said, "drink. When we wake, I will look at your spells and see what it is I can do for you."

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Nodding, he took the cup, blowing away the steam and taking a careful sip. He gave Kusuriyuri a lopsided smile and drained the cup, setting it aside and moving to stand, offering his arm. "I give it five minutes before we pass out, so let's curl up somewhere soft and make the most of it," he said. "Though I'd rather chase the dragon with you when we're not so debilitated."

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Kusuriyuri drank the medicine as well. He frowned a little. "This one did mix it liberally," he admitted. He took Kurama's arm, needing it to help to get to his feet. He leaned on his lover, needing the support to get to their room. "What is it Itoshii desired?" he asked, leaning against Kurama's arm.

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Kurama grinned down at Kusuriyuri, already feeling the world go a little fuzzy around the edges. "Considering how hard this is going to hit us, making it across the room and laying down comfortably will be an accomplishment," he said. He took a few shaky steps forward, acting as a crutch. He would have preferred to just carry Kusuriyuri, but that risked ruining all of his lover's hard work to keep him intact.

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"Perhaps we should have waited to take it?" Kusuriyuri murmured, though he would not have been able to walk without the numbing of the pain killer. He also knew he'd need to get out of his outer kimono, most of the shrapnel on his body caught in it, but he couldn't work the obi while they were walking and he knew Kurama's hands were in no state to deal with it. "Itoshii will be sure that this one does not sit on his kimono?" he asked, figuring vaguely that would be a solution.