hh_mirror | The Water Warlocks (Open Chocolate Plot, whole school)

They'd raced through the dungeon, Kuronue taking the West end, Kurama the East, and by the time they met up again, every water pipe in the place was glowing a different color. Some were even alight with colors that didn't even exist, or sparkled and dripped in disconcerting ways.

"Excellent," Kurama grinned, shoving his wand back into its holster. "I wonder what'll happen once the sprinklers go on in the greenhouses."

There was a long pause of contemplation.

"I think you might wanna take a day or two off work," Kuronue said, catching a distant tinkle of glass as something in that general area broke. Or, broke free.

"D'you think we might not have planned this out too carefully?" Kurama asked.

Another long pause.

“Still, you know... No need to get tentacle raped or something.” Kuronue looked oddly pleased at the possibility of such happening however. Especially since he knew it was possible.

Well, it was Kurama.

_{((OOC - Kuro socking done with mun approval. Basic chocolate plot rules apply, all the water in the school is magicked, cursed, charmed, and so forth, all with different effects up to the mun. Have fun!))}

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It was more effort than he could give right now to keep from crying, and the last person he wanted to cry in front of was Kuronue. But this was his human body, with a human brain and a human heart and all the mixed-up, conflicting, horrible emotions that went with it. And the mad insane other demon part of him was of the sudden violently bright mindset that it wasn't selfish if he had Kuronue and Kusuriyuri, but balanced and well-deserved.

He'd wanted others, of course, but he needed them. He'd go mad if either of them were to suddenly disappear, but having Kuronue so close and not doing anything about it was far worse. He wouldn't want anyone else if he had them.

"I don't understand," he muttered, pressing his forehead to Kuronue's, holding him like a lifeline. His cheeks were wet and hot and he hated the feeling of crying, but hated more the idea of letting go for now.

Tilting his head a little he pressed his lips to Kurama's tears and brushed the trails away with his thumbs. It was weird to see him cry, but it was something he associated with this red headed Kurama, expected more strangeness from him that his Youko body, since for the moment, they represented the two sides of Kurama as he saw them. "You are worth it, Kurama. I don't think even Kusuriyuri or Inari could deny us this after all we've been through."

He smiled sadly and held onto Kurama in turn, slid his arms over his shoulders and rested his head against Kurama's. It felt good just to be this close to Kurama, and to be able to hope to calm him like this. He still couldn't believe this was happening, half felt like it had to be a joke after so long being denied.

Kusuriyuri or Inari, Kusuriyuri or Inari... Kurama's head wasn't working the way it should've, he was sure, because there was something just as important they had to consider but with Kuronue so close and kissing him so sweetly he couldn't just...

There it was, a cognitive flash in the turned-off parts of his brain. He gripped Kuronue's shoulders again, but this time with a little more urgency. "What about Yukimura?" This was said with more than a little feeling of dread, he had visions of katanas shining in the dark as maybe more than the warning of a jilted lover. Not that Yukimura could permanently hurt him, but their friendship was on shaky ground at best, and at worst... well, the man had cut his head off once.

He blinked a little startled.

"Yuki? He has Sasuke so I don't see why he'd..." Kuronue trailed off into silence, his eyes going wide.

Yuki?

Nothing.

One of his hands flew to his neck covering where his mark should have been. he felt nothing, no Yukimura in the back of his mind, no bond, no feeling of his presence--or anyones at all.

And he'd been so wrapped up in Kurama to not have noticed.

He looked at Kurama, horrified. "The-the mark..." Yukimura would have been going insane! Kuronue had when Karasu had taken Yukimura, and to have done this to his lover after knowing that Yukimura would have been heartbroken by the prospect of his popcorning. He made a small, helpless sound, remembering that Youko had locked the door.

"For fuck's sake," Kurama growled, the heel of one hand rubbing hard against his forehead. "I'm such an idiot. Here," He gently pushed Kuronue off his lap, even though it took a considerable effort of will to do so.

"We're both thieves still," he said, stalking over to the door. "Human, but we still have the know-how. And I really suck at spells anyway, so I'm sure this isn't too strong to keep us in for a very long time."

Kuronue flopped back onto the couch beside Kurama rather easily for all he wanted to claw at Kurama's shoulders and stay right there. But Yukimura was too dear to him to make him worry at a time like this. They had to do something.

He stood, followed Kurama to the door. Reaching up into his hair, he pulled his wand out from the tie he had his hair up in and stared at the door. "I don't know where to start... uh, Alohomora?"

His wand glowed a little, the door clicked.

Kurama stared. "It can't possibly have been that easy." He pushed at the door. It swung open on well-oiled hinges.

There was a long silence. "You're never going to let me live that down, are you," he said flatly, shoving his hands in his pockets. He gave Kuronue a long-suffering look. "For the rest of my life you're going to tease me about that."

He gave Kurama an annoyed look. "You grow up in a tent or something?" He was half insulted that this was meant to be the man that had taught him most of what he knew. He pushed his wand back into his hair. While Youko could have made unbreakable locks back in the day, clearly magical ones were not his forte. "Remind me to never hire you to change my locks..."

He tried to smile a little as he made his way out into the hall, rather overwhelmed with where to go first. He spun on his heel a little, looking in both directions before turning to look at Kurama. He fell easily into looking to him for what to do next when at a loss.

Kurama followed at a more sedate pace, chewing the inside of his lip. "How long has it been since you were jinxed?"

"Hour, hour and a half, maybe..." That it took that long horrified him.

He chewed on his lip. "Should we split up or something? Look for him and smoke signal that we found him or something? I mean GODDAMMIT how do you deal with this shit," he complained, flailing a little and glaring down at himself.

"Shit..." He bit down a little harder. "Yes, split. You head to his room, just in case, I'll head to the popcorn room, since if it were me, that's the first place I would look." He started to turn in that direction, stopped himself, then turned back to Kuronue and gave him a small, but meaningful kiss. "If he's not at his room, stay there and I'll find you."

He made a small sound at the kiss, his hands going to Kurama's arms automatically. All these breif kisses were going to give him some sort of a heart attack. The thought made his hand fly to his chest where he could feel his heart racing, now that he had one.

"Okay," he said, stroking Kurama's cheek lightly before he had to force himself to pull himself away from Kurama. He took off at a sprint down the hall, heading down to the Slytherin dorm. Damn if running didn't seem to take a lot more effort all of a sudden.

Kurama shivered, turned on his heel, and went down the opposite hall, lucky in that he, at least, knew how to run like a human. Kuro would tire himself out too quickly...

Oh, what the fuck ever. That wasn't important. Dammit, why did he have to go and complicate things all the time?

The Water Warlocks (Open Chocolate Plot, whole school)

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