hh_mirror | Journey into Recovery ((Sock, RP, Kusuriyuri, Yukimura, Kuronue))

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Journey into Recovery ((Sock, RP, Kusuriyuri, Yukimura, Kuronue))

What god-modding there is has been approved. Topic and action likely to wander to NSFW areas and possibly triggery.

It had taken him longer to recover than he expected, but Kusuriyuri had finally convinced Kurama that he was well enough to return to his office for the day. He had almost had to threaten his lover with wards to make Kurama go to the greenhouses. He was just finishing preparing to leave when there was a soft knock at the door. Frowning at the wards that thought about identifying the presence as Kuronue but wouldn't commit, Kusuriyuri opened the door, not surprised the knocker was Yukimura, though he was surprised to see the samurai.

"I am sorry to bother you so early," Yukimura said, bowing. "As well as at your home, but I have something I wish to speak with you about in private."

Kusuriyuri tilted his head and looked at Yukimura. A contented exhaustion overlayed a deeper sense of concern. He returned the bow and stepped back. "Please, come in. Good morning." He wondered how long Yukimura had been waiting to be sure Kurama had left for the day.

Yukimura smiled as he walked past the peddler, stepping out of his shoes easily before entering the main portion of the house. "Good morning and thank you for your indulgence."

Kusuriyuri led Yukimura to the living room and gestured for him to take a seat. He watched while the samurai knelt between the couch and the table. Kusuriyuri knelt opposite him and waited.

Boukensha crawled into Kusuriyuri's lap and Belophoebe sniffed at Yukimura before hopping up on the couch behind his head, turning to deliberately ignore him except for her tail that draped over his shoulder.

Yukimura reached up and brushed her tail, causing ti to twitch and then settle again on his shoulder. "First, I want to thank you for everything you have done for us, Kuronue and myself. Words only are not enough."

"You have done much for us, as well," Kusuriyuri murmured. He knew that Yukimura's relationship with Kurama and Kuronue helped the fox in many ways.

A smile crossed Yukimura's lips. "I also know that we are far more in your debt." He reached up and caressed Bel's tail, amusement in his features as her tail flicked around his neck, lingering, before settling on his shoulder again. His expression sobered as his hand settled in his lap. "And I am here to place myself more in your debt."

While it was expected, Kusuriyuri's eyebrow went up. "This one does not consider you in his debt," he said formally. "As to your request, this one is a medicine peddler."

"True, but as to whether what I ask is within your trade..." Yukimura protested, his hand coming up to caress Bel's tail again.

"Ease your mind, then, and make your request," Kusuriyuri suggested after watching Yukimura pet the cat's tail a long moment.

Sighing, Yukimura said, "It is a difficult thing, but Kuronue did agree to this." He looked at Kusuriyuri. "Kuronue is still having nightmares. He doesn't always recognize me when I try to soothe or wake him. While he has only snarled at me in his sleep, this is a newer development and I would not care to see it become worse."

Kusuriyuri bowed to Yukimura. "This is a difficult thing," he murmured.

Nodding, Yukimura continued, "And, neither of us is used to asking for help. But, I do not wish to have you obliged, either. I remember that thing Apos threw at you."

"Once this one's body accepted it, it has ceased to be a problem." Nor would it be one in the future with Apos trapped in the sinning tree.

"That is good to hear. I would not want you to come to permanent harm." There was genuine relief in the samurai's voice.

"What is it that you would ask of this one?" Kusuriyuri asked. "What you have said does sound as though it would be within the scope of a medicine peddler."

"It is more complex than that," Yukimura said carefully. "To allow himself to be open enough, he needs more than I am able to give him."

Kusuriyuri frowned slightly. "More?"

"Yes," Yukimura nodded. "Violence and sex are very closely tied in his mind. I tend to be more gentle unless he provokes me, and even then, I am not as harsh as he desires sometimes. But, when he receives such treatment, his mind is more open."

"Is that so?" Kusuriyuri murmured. "That may be why Akabane affected him so deeply."

A wry expression crossed Yukimura's face, his eyes hardening. "Perhaps, but we both would like him to reach a level of peace rather than just burying his heart again. I would rather he healed."

The image of Ro impinged on Kusuriyuri's mind. He'd kept his distance but he had seen how very weak and injured that part of Kuronue's mind had been. "Healing cannot be forced," he said carefully.

"I know. I also am aware that things between us may change. I also know that things may become worse before they improve." Yukimura held up his hand. "I trust and respect your judgement, both in regard to whether you'll accept and what you tell Kurama. If you will not, there will be nothing more spoken of this."

Kusuriyuri was silent a long moment, stroking Boukensha as he thought. "I would speak with Kuronue alone first," he said slowly. While he understood why Yukimura approached him—things between him and Kuronue were still somewhat awkward despite the recent changes in their relationship—he needed to know this was truly what Kuronue wanted, that he was prepared.

"Of course," Yukimura said. His eyes went unfocused for a moment and he rose. "He will be here soon," he said, bowing. "Thank you."

Kusuriyuri rose before returning the bow. "It is what is done," he said as Yukimura walked to the hall.

"By some," Yukimura said, turning as he stepped into his shoes. "Those who are indeed worthy of regard," he added with a bow, stepping out of the door.

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"I think they'd like that," he said, leaning back until the last of his hair was rinsed out. He tipped his head down once more after and smiled at Yukimura.

"Would you like me to do yours?" he asked, smiling lightly.

"That would be wonderful," Yukimura said, smiling as well. "I do enjoy when you take care of my hair, of me," he added softly, tilting his chin a little. "When I feel your love like this," he whispered.

Chuckling, Kuronue leant forward and kissed Yukimura's forehead, bent bent to pick up the shampoo, squeeze some into his fingers. It was more frothy than he was used to, and lathered well.

"This smells disgusting," he said suddenly, wrinkling his nose. "There's..." he looked at the label, "no mango about it. At the moment it's like a vat of chemicals slathered in honey to cover up the smell." It did ease, just at the moment this wasn't doing his nose any favours.

Yukimura sniffed and frowned. "If you don't like it, you could rewash my hair when we get home," he offered, almost innocently. He kept his arms around Kuronue's waist, holding onto his lover while he worked. "I will try not to complain too much," he added, his tone almost wavering with amusement.

"Like it's such a chore," he teased back, grinning. Drawing Yukimura under the water, he tipped his head back and tried to keep the suds out of his eyes as he wash them out. "But yes, I think I will."

He was in a good mood, he wanted to do it for Yukimura.

When his hair was rinsed, Yukimura looked at Kuronue, still managing to be mostly serious, though his eyes danced with mirth. "Good, because I wouldn't want to be unacceptable to you in any way."

Kuronue chuckled. "Only the best for my lover," he purred, picking up the conditioner and running it through Yukimura's hair gently, being sure to keep him from beneath the water as he did.

Yukimura sighed, drawing Kuronue down a little as his lover worked, until their lips pressed together. The kiss was long, slow, because he needed to kiss his lover just then. "I demand the best," he whispered when their lips separated.

Humming in agreement through the kiss, Kuronue still kept his fingers working the more oily conditioner through Yukimura's hair, massaging lightly.

"Spoilt," he teased.

"Indeed," Yukimura agreed, amusement in his voice. "Let's finish and sit in the bath for a while," he suggested, tilting his head a little as though to lean it against Kuronu's shoulder but not quite because he still had conditioner in his hair. "The girls will be up soon, if Mame-chan isn't already."

Kuronue made a small sounds, suspiciously like a coo, and pushed Yukimura's head back again. Gently he rinsed Yukimura's hair, running his hands through it to be sure all of the conditioner was gone.

After he tipped Yukimura's head up and kissed him lightly. "Alright."

He turned the tap off, he pushed at Yukimura lightly, urging him to the heated water with a bit of glee. A nice soak would be relaxing.

Yukimura did laugh a little at Kuronue. "Excited to be in the bath or that Mame-chan will be up when we leave this room?" he teased even as he followed Kuronue into the bath. It was a little cooler than normal, but not close to cold yet, nice for the summer.

"In the bath with you, naturally," he said, tone sickly sweet. It was true though.

While he was always happy to be around Mamechiho, he rather liked his time with Yukimura in baths. It was their time. The day before had been quite possibly one of the more memorable days of his life, and he wanted to let it all sink in.

Yukimura laughed. "Of course," he said, snuggling against Kuronue once they both sat. It was a narrower tub than they had at home, but long enough for them to both let their legs stretch out. He turned a little, feeling the need to be a little closer to his lover, needing to cuddle a little longer. It still feels so new to have this, the ability to be close, to have you satisfied, to know that your mind is healing, he said. Do not apologize, he added before Kuronue could say anything. I just...want to savor it.

Kuronue wrapped his arms around Yukimura and almost purred. He was very pleased for the moment, almost beyond elated. He burried his face in Yukimura's sodden hair and smiled gently, sighing as he let himself relax.

I want to savour it as well, before it becomes something I take for granted. If he ever did. Which, Kuronue suspected, he might. Only because he enjoyed it so much, however. It was a much better mindstate to be in.

Do...Ro, he is healing, yes? Yukimura asked softly, holding Kuronue's arm. He curled up, wanting to be as close as he could to his lover. And, Kuroi, the little one, all of you? He paused. Do you think, one day, that the five will be one?

It was a difficult question to answer since they were him and he hadn't been aware he'd segregated his mind in such a way in the first place. Thinking on it, he rubbed his cheek against Yukimura's head, silent for a while.

I think so. Maybe. I don't think I'll ever be quite normal, but maybe they won't disagree with each other. Maybe they'll all be happy, and their environment will be nicer.

That was one thing he remembered of being inside himself when Yukimura visited. Like watching through multiple screens, each one a different person, he saw the scorched earth and felt the resentment, distrust and fear they held for one another. Love and understanding was a far off thing, segregated to Kuroi and the child. But they were both wishful thinking, and Ni was just pure scattered thoughts, whatever was leftover. the barren part of his soul that had never been fulfilled throughout his life.

A trip back to see...might be...nice. He thought that it might be an interesting idea to have Yukimura accompany him to see Kusuriyuri as well.

Yukimura held Kuronue's arm, keeping his lover close, being with him. I should have asked later, he said gently. I didn't mean to cause you worry, but I have been wondering and the question came out before I truly thought of it, he whispered, sighing. I would be honoured, if you desire, he added. While he wasn't apologizing for the question itself, he hadn't really meant to ask while Kuronue was still somewhat basking in their activities of the day before.

It's okay, he soothed, tilted his head and kissing Yukimura's temple. He shifted his wings and settled against the back of the ofuro, shifted to be more comfortable as he let his head rest back and closed his eyes. You don't have to hide those kinds of things from me love, no matter what kind of mood I'm in.

Yukimura sighed, smiling a little as he moved with Kuronue. I do want you to savor yesterday, though, he teased. To fix it in your mind. His hand moved to caress Kuronue's side. To know I love you, so very much, he added, pressing his lips to Kuronue's chest.

I know, he said. I am savouring it. Thank you for letting me do that. Thank you for being so supportive.

Squeezing Yukimura a little, Kuronue sighed.

His voice rippling with amusement, Yukimura said, It's what is done.

He rested against Kuronue's chest until he could smell food cooking and hear the soft sounds of the girls talking. He was sure that Kuronue could hear more than he could. "Breakfast?" he whispered, not moving just yet.

He gave a non-committal hum and sighed. "Yeah," he whispered in return, not wanting to speak too loud. Slowly, he unwrapped his arms from Yukimura and made to sit up.

"Or, you could turn into a fish," Yukimura added, teasing as he moved to his knees, lifting himself to his feet, his hands resting on the sides of the tub. He brushed a kiss over Kuronue's lips. "I will eat, though," he said sweetly, moving to step out of the tub.

"Hm, fins would clash with the wings, I think," he said, leaning after that kiss. He stood and followed Yukimura, spent a moment hunting for towels they could use and then handed one to Yukimura.

He dried Yukimura with the towel he'd kept for himself, still smiling a little.

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