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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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Yukimura made a choked noise. "With you?! You're here!" he pointed out.

Kusuriyuri frowned at Kurama. "What he forgets is that he has been hexed so that his aspects are separate. Kuronue was hexed into being human."

"Human?" Yukimura echoed, his eyes widening as he leaned more against the peddler, his knees weakening. "Just human, nothing else?" he asked, his voice faint.

"No, nothing else," Oh wow. He had a feeling he knew exactly how Yukimura was feeling right at this moment, and hated that he hadn't thought of the samurai sooner. Well, the little blips he was getting off of his other half still indicated nothing more strenuous than a brisk jog and that-

Wait, what?

He turned, and his arms shot out around the corner, closing on his other arm. Kurama and Youko stared at each other for a moment, the sensation still dizzyingly weird. The Kurama scowled, and started hitting him. "This is your fault, you stupid, emotionally underdeveloped pig," the redhead growled.

Youko let him go and held up his hands. "Oh, I'm sure I'm not nearly as nice as all that, you forgot egotistical and still half bent on world domination."

"And that," Kurama snapped. "Where's- oh, Yukimura, you're here. Good, follow me." Youko tried to take the lead and Kurama hit him again. "Not that me."

"Where is Kuronue?" Yukimura asked, finding that question far more important that understanding fully what was going on. It was strange, seeing the two forms of Kurama side-by-side, but for now, until he saw that Kuronue was truly okay, it could wait.

"Whichever of you knows where Kuronue is, lead us there quickly," Kusuriyuri added, adjusting his hold, though the samurai seemed to be able and willing to support his own weight now. Kusuriyuri wasn't entirely pleased with Kurama just now, but they could deal with that later.

Kurama took the lead, heading back down the hall. "I sent him to your room, in case you'd already been here," he explained, sending baleful glares at his unapologetic other half as they went. "I'm sorry we didn't get to you sooner. someone had other plans."

"It wasn't a thorough plan but at least we'll all be together eventually," Youko sniffed. If it hadn't been for the urgency he could feel radiating off of Yukimura, Kurama would have stopped to punch him. But, other things were more important.

Kusuriyuri's grip on Yukimura's arm was the only thing that kept the samurai with the group. As it was, he nearly stumbled and twisted as he tried to run and the peddler kept ahold of him. Kusuriyuri ignored the glares that were aimed at him and continued to walk behind the Kuramas, frowning at them.

Kuronue was never being human again. Ever. He couldn't even get to higher ground to see if he could see Yukimura anywhere.

When he rounded a corner he just about tripped over himself as he saw Yukimura, Kurama and Kusuriyuri. He almost fell a few times when his body just didn't want to run as fast as he tried to make it go. "Yuki!"

He pushed his was past Kurama and Youko rather indelicately and more collided with his lover than reached him, wrapping his arm around him and clinging to him like a starfish. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said, squeezing him tight and burying his face in his neck.

Kurama took the opportunity of Youko already being off-balance to drag him back around a corner, giving Yukimura and Kuro a moment.

"And what has this taught us on bad decision-making?" he said testily, turning and stamping hard on the urge to kick himself in the dick. Youko stared back at him guilelessly.

"I was only telling the truth. Kusu can tell you, he knows it when he sees it," Youko protested.

"I hate you so much," Kurama said, covering his face in his hands. "I hate everything about you."

"I am you. Quit- Koi," Youko turned to Kusuriyuri, "tell him he's being a baby."

Yukimura pulled away from Kusuriyuri easily. "Kuro," he nearly sobbed, holding his lover tight. "I...I have never..." He trailed off, almost reflexively thinking I've never been so scared, only to choke when he realized Kuronue couldn't hear him. His knees were weak under him and he felt himself falling to the ground, unable to stop himself. It was a mixture of relief and horror to be able to hold Kuronue and not be aware of him the way they had been since they marked each other. "Kuro," he whimpered, burying his face in Kuronue's neck as well.

Kusuriyuri turned a silent glare on Kurama and Youko.

The sensation of grasping at straws was odd, having to go off Yukimura's expression alone wasn't something he was used to. "I can't..."

He lifted his head and pulled Yukimura's up with his hands on either side of his face. He tried to divine what Yukimura had been about to say and then frowned when he couldn't. Making a frustrated sound and the sight of Yukimura breaking his heart. He kissed him. "I should have found you sooner..."

Youko fidgeted. He was half amused that the look Kusuriyuri was giving him (them?) was identical in every way to the glare on the face of his other half, only Kusuriyuri didn't look quite so potentially murderous. (Or was it suicidal, in this case? At any rate, he could hear the thought broadcasting from his other self: Maybe I should just go take a bath with a toaster. Not cool.)

"All right," he said, after glancing back around the corner at Kuro and Yuki, though without any kind of guilt. "I should have thought about Yuki earlier, but I didn't know they'd... y'know, been separated."

Kurama let out an exasperated sigh, but said nothing. He was too angry at himself and too out of his depth to even know where to start apologizing. he couldn't even look Kusuriyuri in the face.

Kusuriyuri scowled. "You were too concerned with your own desires," he said. "Too concerned with seeking out that which you wished to convince me of. Tell me, with your priorities such as they are, why should I consider what you ask of me? Why do you ask it?" he demanded, his voice cold, hard.

Yukimura's hands moved to Kuronue's cheeks. There was so much he could say along their bond that he just couldn't communicate verbally. He couldn't say aloud he'd been terrified Kuronue had left, had become popcorn without warning. He couldn't say how painful it was not to be able to feel his lover, how much he'd come to rely on that sensation. "I couldn't find you," he whispered, his voice broken.

Hugging him tight, Kuronue's frown deepened. "I know I'm sorry. But it's okay now. Alright?" He ran his hands through Yukimura's hair, finding it so much more difficult to comfort him when he didn't quite know the exact details of what he needed to hear in order to put him at ease. "I'd never leave you."

He kissed his cheek, his forehead, tried to calm him with physical contact, though that didn't seem to go deep enough.

A keen observer would notice something pass between Youko and Kurama, the way tension suddenly showed around the former's eyes, and how the latter had gone completely pale.

"Don't," Kurama started, but Youko clapped a hand over his mouth and shoved him violently back.

"Why do you expect me to always know every outcome of a given situation," Youko asked, his voice very calm, and very cold. "How was I supposed to divine that a jinx would sever their bond? I'm not part of it, I can't tell when that kind of energy is around or not; it's just them. If something was wrong, Kuronue at least I'd expect to say something, but I can't just know because it's convenient."

Kusuriyuri's eyebrows drew together. "Had you even considered asking?" he asked, his voice cold. "Or were you only concerned with what you desired that you did not consider his welfare? This one does not expect you to know all but only know enough to ask for what is needed." He crossed his arms over his chest. "Why is it that you were only concerned with bedding him again?"

Yukimura pressed himself against Kuronue. "Will it come back?" he asked, his voice soft, pale sounding. He wanted to be alone, in their room, away from everyone else save perhaps Sasuke. He couldn't let himself be this weak in public.

He hesitated and then nodded. "I don't see why not, it seems to be the way things work around here." He kissed him lightly again, then lifted his head and craned his neck to try and listen in to what the others were talking about.

"I'm not sure how its going to work out but I think its safe to say Kurama and Kusuriyuri have a few things they need to talk about." It would have been so much easier to show Yukimura what he meant through their bond. Without he only felt like half a person, that he was back to being unbalanced and young. The sensation of floundering in emotions due to Kurama was familiar and almost nostalgic.

"I'm not-" Youko started, but Kurama had peeled himself away from the wall, and cut in.

"It isn't just that," he said, pinning Youko with a glare before he could say anything else stupid. "Emotion over there thought he saw an opportunity, and-"

"-Didn't think of talking to Yuki first since that hasn't been an issue for them before," Youko muttered. "Kuro can go out and fuck whoever he wants, why should it be different if it's me and you approve?" He would have gone on, but Kurama hit him again. He grunted, and quieted down.

"If you're quite done. It's not just the sex," Kurama said, trying to sound reasonable while his emotions muttered in the background. "It's a major part of it, but, there's so much we haven't been able to settle because of all that tension. I," he flushed, mostly out of irritation. He could hear Kuro and Yuki talking quietly to one another. "Let's go home and talk about this, please."

"You only considered yourself," Kusuriyuri summarized. He softened his voice even more, lowering it to where Kurama should be the only one to hear it. "Had you even thought what state Yukimura would have been in, had you carried through your plan? It may be so that their relationship is open in such a manner, yet it is also needful to ensure that their bond remains." He narrowed his eyes at his lover. "Were this one to become human and were Kuronue to press his whiles on you during that time, would you thank him? Would this one?"

Yukimura clung to Kuronue's clothing. "If we could go to our room?" he asked softly. "Please. We can discuss anything else you want, but could we go there?"

Kuronue nodded at Yukimura. As much as he thought that he'd been so very close to having Kurama, in heart as well as body. He knew it wouldn't happen, half expected Kusuriyuri to say no, to say that they made a promise and that he lived in a world of blacks and whites and there could be no exceptions to monogamy.

Taking one of Yukimura's hands in his he lead him the short distance to Kusuriyuri and Kurama, though he said nothing. He was tentative about making a target of himself, of ruining his chances of having both Yukimura and Kurama.

"If I had known-" Youko started, but Kurama shoved him back.
"You're right. I hadn't even considered the possibility of Yukimura until this one ran off to find you. As soon as we realized was was going on, we split up to find him. Kuro and I did, I mean." He glared at Youko pointedly, and his demon half had the grace to shut up on this point.

Kurama held the look, then grimaced apologetically at Kusuriyuri. "I'm sorry, Koi. If I'd known this would happen..." he let the sentence hang. He just had a way with ruining his own life, didn't he.

"If you had thought," Kusuriyuri retorted, his voice still soft, narrowing his eyes slightly at Youko. His expression neutralized when he glaced over at Kuronue and Yukimura. "It is best this is further discussed in private and when proper thought may be given to it," he said, his voice much closer to his normal tone.

Yukimura nodded, fighting the urge to cling to Kuronue. He hadn't realized, before now, just how much he relied upon their bond.

Kuronue frowned and couldn't help but speak up. "If he weren't split, what he really wanted would have never been discussed. He'd be stuck suffering for your sake." He frowned at Kusuriyuri a little more. "You might have tamed him, but it doesn't change who and what, he is."

He pointed at Youko. "He's not just an annoying split personality buried in Kurama. That is the core of him."

Looking at Yukimura he smiled a little and squeezed his hand, then back to the others. "Uh, we're going to go...we need some time alone."

Kusuriyuri turned to Kuronue. "While your point is valid, this one did not request such and still believes it a bad time to discuss this. This one did not desire to change what Kurama is, only accepted what was offered freely. When things have been restored, when all can think clearly, then we shall speak of this," he said.

Yukimura nodded and squeezed Kuronue's hand. "This did have to come up, at some point, and we will speak of it again, but now, I think you're right, we need some time and so do they." He knew and accepted that Kuronue still loved Kurama and was confident that that love wouldn't take away from Kuronue's love for him. It was not being able to feel or hear Kuronue through their connection that was disturbing him so much right now.

Youko looked still, despite all the insanity and confusion, quite confident. nodding at each point as it was given. Kurama, however, seemed to shrink, drawing back behind his other self and mouthing a surreptitious apology to Kuronue before tugging at Youko's sleeve.

"Please, let's go," he said, so close to begging that the parts of him that would never do such a thing took enough notice to follow, even reaching out - a little tentatively - to Kusuriyuri.

"Right," Youko murmured, distracted by following Kuronue and Yukimura with his eyes. "Let's go home."

Kuronue wanted to stay and argue but he knew he'd end up in a worse position than when he started so he kept his mouth shut and turned to Yukimura, pulled him along with him as they headed back to their room. Looking over his shoulder once, he gave a supportive look and Youko and smiled his thanks at Kurama.

Then he turned his attention back to Yukimura. It had all just been one big clusterfuck of an afternoon for all it had started out well.

Kusuriyuri reached out and brushed his fingers against Kurama's hand. "This one has much to do to prepare for the task Inari has set," he said. "This subject will be discussed later, after things are accomplished that must be done," he said, turning to return to his office.

Yukimura threaded his fingers through Kuronue's, more relieved than he liked to be headed toward his room with his lover.

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