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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.
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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Date: 2011-08-27 01:35 pm (UTC)And the touch to his mark along with his wings sent Kuronue drifting, knowing that it would end very soon with it being this intense, this close. Yukimura felt good around him, in his arms beneath him, curled around him. He never wanted to let him go.
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Date: 2011-08-27 01:49 pm (UTC)The touch to his wings had him almost screaming though it was like his physical body was far off, the sounds and voices and cries too. Yukimura's touch though, it was like the single thing that he could feel, everything was Yukimura, never ending. It reached down inside him and plucked at what last strand of restraint he had, what last piece of sanity he had.
He came, and it was like the world was breaking apart around him. His eyes rolled back and his body seized. He reached for Yukimura, pulling him with him, joining him.
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Date: 2011-08-27 01:57 pm (UTC)When he was aware of anything outside their shared experience, his body was limp under Kuronue, trembling and he could smell the girls around them. What had this looked like to them, he wondered idly, absently, not really caring. What mattered most was that Kuronue was with him.
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Date: 2011-08-27 02:12 pm (UTC)He was something special.
Turning his head slowly, like he was drunk and half-asleep at the same time, he pressed his lips to Yukimura's cheek and then settled his head on his shoulder, letting his eyes close. Just wanted to be for a moment.
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Date: 2011-08-27 02:28 pm (UTC)Just before he opened his eyes again, he was aware that they were alone, that a light blanket had been placed over them and that Kanae and Mame-chan were talking quietly in another room. It took a couple of tries before he could convince his eyes to open, though, the desire to linger in that contentment and the desire to see Kuronue warring with each other.
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Date: 2011-08-27 02:51 pm (UTC)"Hey," he greeted, though it was more of a wordless grunt. He looked around the room briefly, trying to figure out where he was.
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Date: 2011-08-27 02:55 pm (UTC)The girls' voices stilled and there was some movement. "Would you like some tea?" Mame-chan asked from the doorway. Yukimura turned and saw her kneeling, properly attired for a geisha again.
Yukimura smiled, a half laugh in his voice as he said, "Yes, thank you."
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Date: 2011-08-27 03:01 pm (UTC)He raised a hand in a brief wave and then let it flop back down to the floor like a dead weight. Kusuriyuri, the girls and the Yukimura had done a thorough job of wearing him out. He felt like he could sleep for another couple of hours, but it wasn't a burning need and since Yukimura was awake he'd make an effort to be so too. They had to give Mamechiho her gifts after all.
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Date: 2011-08-27 03:11 pm (UTC)"Thank you," Yukimura said, lifting his head and just managing to get the lukewarm drink to his lips and sipped.
"Truly, you love each other," she added, blushing a little at the comment.
Yukimura's smile was genuine, happy. "Yes," he said, his arm tightening around Kuronue a little.
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Date: 2011-08-27 03:22 pm (UTC)He shifted, careful to not knock Yukimura's tea any. Then he plucked it from his hand and set it down beside him, pulled Yukimura over into his lap. He handed him his cup, took his own from Mamechiho gracefully.
It was good tea.
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Date: 2011-08-27 03:37 pm (UTC)Mamechiho waved her hand. "No need to apologize. They were most pleased by their time with you and that you allowed participation and to witness such."
Yukimura finished his tea and handed back the cup, reaching up to touch her cheek. "It was our pleasure."
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Date: 2011-08-27 03:41 pm (UTC)He nodded, and then widened his eyes. "Oh, if you'd like to open your gifts now, you may. One is an apology for my being absent, the other is just because I can."
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Date: 2011-08-27 03:47 pm (UTC)"It was a fantasy of his, you helped fulfill it," Yukimura explained, covering another yawn. "To be worshiped that way. And the presents are in Kanae's closet, if you haven't peeked yet," he said, his eyes closing as he settled against Kuronue.
Mame-chan laughed. "Thank you. I am pleased then, both that we could aid you and for the presents. Rest." She rose, taking the cups away.
Sighing, Yukimura let his eyes close, his sleep less intense, but as needed. At some point, he heard Kanae leave and could occasionally hear sounds of Mame-chan moving around.
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Date: 2011-08-28 05:13 am (UTC)She returned, poking her head in the door, and bowed to him. "Thank you, I'm humbled by your gifts," she whispered.
Kuronue smiled and crooked at finger at her, returning it to Yukimura hair, stoking lightly. As Mamechiho came close, Kuronue leant forward and pressed his lips to hers lightly, careful to not mess up her makeup too much. He took her hand. "You deserve them. If I could, I'd see that you'd become one of the best geishas. I'll try to visit you more often, even if it's just for tea."
She nodded in that graceful way of hers, pulled the blanket that had been covering them before up again. He noted the way she used her hands, fingers straight, elegant. Every movement was smooth, like art itself. "Sleep a while longer, danna," she said softly, looked down to Yukimura and then back up to him with a smile.
She left and Kuronue settled with Yukimura. Faintly, before he fell asleep he could hear Mamechiho calling her Okasaan to tell her about her gifts.
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Date: 2011-08-28 10:11 am (UTC)He couldn't hear anyone moving around in the apartment and that made his eyebrows rise, even as his eyes remained closed. He wondered if Kanae was still at work when it was this late. Or was it early. Had Mamechiho left?
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