tampered | Log: Complete

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Log: Complete

When: April 23, late afternoon/evening
Rating: Teen
Characters: Hiei [

3redeyes] and Kurama [

banditfox]
Summary: What fun's a power exchange if you don't get to use them?
Log:

Under normal circumstances, Kurama was quite good at meditation. He valued focus and concentration. However, he was also used to listening to the things under his control--not to shutting them out.

The kokuryuuha was insistent. Kurama lacked Hiei's native affinity for fire, as well as time to adjust to the Jagan's influence before his youki caught up with the abilities that the eye engendered. He ground his teeth in frustration and got up. His form blurred, then settled into the youko. The bushy silver tail lashed behind him in aggravation.

If meditation would not work, then he turn to fighting, as Hiei had suggested.

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When meditating, one must remain still. They must place themselves in a position that is neither at rest or aware, and simply melt their consciousness until it becomes malleable enough to do as they wish. Thus it can be gathered that transforming into a demon was more than detrimental to such a practice.

Hiei watched Kurama rise, and smirked, a snicker playing across the left side of his face, “I take it you want to fight?”

"Yes." Kurama moved past Hiei without a sideways glance and headed for the front door. "The forest. Now." His plants drew back from him in confusion and perhaps fear.

"You can use the seeds from Makai," the kitsune called over his shoulder as he exited the apartment.

Hiei grabbed a handful of mismatched seed as they left. He wasn’t sure what seeds they where, or what they could do, but he figured, if all else failed, he had his katana.

“Alright,” he said, poking at the assortment of sow in his hand. What would he do with them? What could he do with them; a better question.

Well.

Only one way to find out.

His counterpart paused just past the threshold and took a moment to examine the seeds. "Very good." He plucked one of them from Hiei's hand and held it up for inspection. "Be careful with this one. It's the ojigi." Then, he selected another. "And this one. It's the janenju--the one I used on the elder Toguro."

Hiei nodded and quickly memorized. He wouldn’t be using those unless Kurama unknowingly unleashed the dragon. Then? Enma only knew.

“Well,” he said, “Find a good place in the forest.” Could Kurama stretch the eye to see that far yet?

The fox accepted the tacit challenge, and winced at the renewed strength of his headache when he did. "Next time, you get to extend your awareness to the trees and ask them." He was only half-teasing.

Soon enough, Kurama led Hiei into a part of the forest that offered both ample space for destruction and ample weaponry for the smaller demon if he could use it.

“Hn,”

Hiei surveyed the area. He mentally replayed all the moves he’d seen Kurama perform during their acquaintanceship, and decided that using a technique (any technique) involving roses was just possibly too embarrassing for him. He settled on one seed, one he’s seen before, but not one of the more dangerous ones.

With a shot of his youki, the plant shot out in front of him, a slightly dilapidated sword.

[ooc Late reply because my PC... it, like, died. Or something. oO; Thus, I've have 'commissioned' the laptop for this noble endeavor.]

As much as the dragon wanted out, Kurama had no intention of sacrificing his arm to the beast as Hiei had during the first round of the Dark Tournament. He would instead attempt to rely on the simpler attacks.

The fact that his first attempt set a nearby bush aflame rather when he had intended for the fire to hover over his hand helped prevent the kitsune from being amused at Hiei's predicament.

[OOC: <3! May the laptop serve you well.]

Hiei continued to try to hone the sword… into something more resembling a sword. Honestly. Katana are supposed to be sharp. Thus, Hiei tried to get the thing straight, first. The thing wasn’t a scimitar. The plant writhed in his hand, like a very annoyed snake, before straightening. Not exactly straightened, mind you, but… closer.

Hiei stared at the-thing-the-could-still-not-exactly-call-a-sword, and closed his eyes. Maybe meditation would work?

But his concentration was broken by the sudden fire.

“Put that thing out before you set the whole forest on fire,”

"If I didn't set the entire stadium on fire with the ojigi, I'm not going to set the woods on fire with one little shrub."

Kurama took a slow, deep breath and focused on extinguishing the fire as he would on pushing a plant back into seed.

It worked, although the last of the embers were rather stubborn about it.

In light of Hiei's attempt at something familiar, Kurama next tried to hone the fire into a sword. His attempt was passable ... but even Kuwabara would have snickered at the shape of the thing.

Hiei didn’t answer, simply watched the flames go down. Embers spat, crackled and begged, but went back from whence they came. Good. He was learning.

Seeing Kurama struggle with the fire-sword, Hiei got two ideas. First, make the not-quite-a-sword-plant into a whip ...That wasn’t going to happen.

The second idea held much more promise. He swiftly broke his plant-sword in uneven halves, tossing the smaller piece to Kurama.

“It works better with a base,” Preferably a non-flammable base, but Hiei wasn’t breaking his Katana for this.

Ah, at last. Now the sword looked like a proper weapon. Kurama allowed himself a feral grin. "Shall we?"

Then he attacked.

Hiei, of course, had just broken his sword, and had yet to muster the mental energy to grow it back. So, unarmed and surprised, Hiei jumped back and down, out of the way of the flaming sword and feral fox.

If his first instinct was to escape, his second was to defer another attack. Hiei surveyed his options and decided that a ring of fire would best keep Kurama from attacking like that again.

But he couldn’t do fire right now.

A thick wall of grass shot up in front of Hiei, not sharp or honed, but a wall.

The wall might not have been of much value as a barrier, but the suddenness with which it shot up startled Kurama. He instinctively dropped back, too used to viewing plants as weapons to risk testing Hiei's control.

Kurama's control slipped for just a moment, and what had been normal, Ningenkai fire turned black. He pinned his ears and forcibly reined in the power.

Hiei felt the pulsation. He tensed for a moment, waiting for the whisper, the kokuryuuha asking to come out and play, before realizing it wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t sure if he was more relieved or annoyed. More than anything, he was confused by the emotion.

More than anything, though, he resolved not to surprise Kurama like that again. If possible.

He tried to convince the grass to go back down, and got it most of the plant life back to how it had been seconds ago before it twisted oddly and stopped. Hiei was less concerned with perfection, though, and let it rest, the crescent shape of too-tall grass oddly misshapen in the ground.

What would is next move be? Get a sword!

"Try something from home," Kurama suggested as he waited for Hiei to regroup. "They might respond better to you."

Hiei's caution was well-warranted. The kokuryuuha had grown louder. Kurama was beginning to wonder if he could hold it back. He knew that he wouldn't be able to direct the dragon at himself and absorb its strength as Hiei did. If the dragon broke free, he would have to take care. He was not willing to assume that Hiei had retained his immunity to fire.

Hiei took Kurama’s advice, sorting through the seeds until he sensed a ki (no, youki?) distinctly... Makaian. He flicked his wrist, a blur of movement, and pulsed his youki into the plant, it blossomed into an odd, rough thing. Not nearly straight enough...

But doubtlessly sharp enough.

And, giving back what he had been dealt, without a moment’s hesitation he rushed Kurama. Hopefully that would not be too much of a surprise.

Hiei was faster, always had been, and Kurama had difficulty countering him now that they were both using unfamiliar weapons. He was learning quickly as well.

Then the kokuryuuha made a bid for freedom. Kurama drew back from Hiei and struggled with the dragon much as he would struggle with the most dangerous and unwilling of his plants. He was only marginally successful. The proper kokuryuuha failed to manifest, but the flames that had already been summoned burned darker.

The kitsune forced them back as they drained his youki, and dropped to his knees as they went out.

Dark flames ebbed and flowed, some both at once, as Hiei halted his attack. He discarded the sharp-not-really-a-sword-thing, letting it shrivel back into the seed nested in his sleeve.

As Kurama fell, Hiei yet again listened for the kokuryuuha, was it coming? Was it here? But Kurama seemed not to be the ideal vessel for it, and he discarded the idea in favor of finding a way to drag the fox home.

For his own part, Kurama was quite happy to pass out.

It finally shut the dragon up.

And Hiei started work on his second project: Build some type of bed of grass to drag Kurama home on. When they got back to the apartment, if they got back before this curse was over, he’d see about types of healing plants. Which would very likely bear no fruit, but he’s rather not face chiding from a conscious Kurama later about how he didn’t even try to find some type of remedy.

Honestly. Short of complete regeneration, Hiei had yet to see a healing method he agreed with more than cauterization.

And with that, he set about dragging Kurama home.

[ooc The last line was almost ‘…he set about schlepping Kurama home’ XD; Buuut anyway, off to bed I go~ Goodnight ♥]

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