tampered | Log: Ongoing

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Log: Ongoing

When: August 30th, late afternoon
Rating: Everyone
Characters: Kurama [

banditfox], Shiori [

minaminookaasan], Hiei [

3redeyes], Kuronoe [

nobamboopls] and open to others who live in the apartment.
Summary: Anyone is bound to be a little confused after being unconscious for almost three days, right?
Log:

He's not sure how long it's been quiet. He's not sure when he fell asleep. Generally, he remembers these sorts of things. The last time he felt so uncertain of where and when and how was when ... Actually, he's not sure when the last time was. Best to focus on what he does know, then, and move on from there.

Fact: He's aware.
Fact: He's Kurama.

An excellent start, but he needs to move on past that to something more comprehensive. He's aware, but how does he feel? Sore, he decides, which doesn't bode well at all. His head hurts. He wonders if he should open his eyes, but part of him is content to keep to the dark. If he drifts off again, the questions will go away. He's tired; he doesn't want to deal with them.

Something won't let him, though. Instinct? He knows that feeling nothing is dangerous. Far better to be aware, to know there are questions. The pain in his head is worse, more present. He winces without really being aware of it, notes idly that it's not normal to wake up in this kind of pain.

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Shiori had gone out of the room for a minute, just a minute, to get some food for herself. She’d watched over her son as best she could, letting others do as they would to help him further. Without him, she ambled around the house, making food for others and tidying up as she could; it was an odd time without her son.

Shiori returned to the little room where her son is sleeping, where he’s been for three days, and she sits next to him, again, in the same spot she’s been in for so long. She sighs, and looks down at her boy.

“Shuuichi...” Though she knows he can’t hear her.

Kuronoe was visiting again, he'd come and visit Kurama's bedside for short periods of time. He never stayed for long periods of time though, he didn't like it. Being a bad demon, instinct made him loathe to stay indoors for too long, he'd go and brood on the roof where the open air made him less nervous.

He pushes open the door, folding his wings in so he could slip through the door without scraping them against the door frame.

"How is he?"

And Hiei listened. Never that far, not when his partner was injured, he’d be either practicing or watching. If he died, then where would they be?

Now the bat was there, the Jagan told him, and his human mother had returned to him. She rarely left, and his former partner, Kuronoe, visited often.

Hiei didn’t need to visit. He could watch.

And so he did, he watched. Anyway, if he went inside, he’s track ash.

He'd thought he would wait, but then he heard something. Footsteps first, then a voice. More footsteps, another voice. His hand moves. He thinks it might be a good time to open his eyes.

Shiori looked up to Kuronoe, “Ah... the same.” She tried to keep the fear out of her voice, the though that this was how he would stay, stagnant, for the rest of... for the rest of forever.

She didn’t see the hand movement, she wasn’t overly observant, her eyes settling on his face, most often, though she tried not to gaze at him in the presence of a guest... It was rude.

Kuronoe moved forward and crouched beside the bed, looking at the human face of his partner, still not quite used to his human face. He probably never would.

"He's strong he'll wake up so.." He'd started to speak, wanting to say something reassure Shiori, though he stopped once he noticed Kurama's hand move. Scarlet eyes immediately turned to focus on Kurama.

"I think he just moved."

Hiei, who’s eyes had been closed, save one (it was easier that way, better to focus...), flashed to attention, all eyes open.

Moved?

He checked and rechecked what he had last seen, the room from all angles and layouts...

Yes, a movement, a twitch.

Not much, though, nothing to get one’s hopes up about, but, still...

It meant he’d be waking up.

Eventually.

He thought the second voice might be a hallucination, but the first ... His mother. She'd be worried.

His eyes opened. "Kaasan?"

Shiori beamed, “Oh- Shuuichi!”

She bent down to him, repressing the urge to give a big hug, to welcome him, to hold him so close he’d never leave again, but instead held back, “Y-you’re awake.”

It wouldn’t do to cry, now.

He gave a half smile, hanging back so that Shiori could be closer. She was his mother after all.

"About time you woke up, Kurama."

Yes. Awake. Kurama was awake. Hiei allowed a smile to display across his features, not an innocent or innocuous one, but one of triumphant malice. His partner was back, so help all else.

He closed his eyes once more, all save the hardest working one, and continued to watch them, awaiting any sign that he should enter. He knew he probably shouldn’t, he was covered in soot and blood (mostly his own, mostly) and it would track everywhere; he didn’t want Yukina trying to clean it up as he knew she would attempt.

So Hiei just watched.

Of course, if he had to enter, well, then... He’d rise to the occasion.

Kurama mustered a smile for his mother. "It's all right, Kaasan," he told her, before he realized that the second voice hadn't been a hallucination. Kuronoe was standing behind Shiori, had welcomed him back, had used his real name and his mother hadn't looked askance at it. His eyes widened in surprise.

"W- ... Kuronoe?"

Shiori almost jumped back at Shuuichi’s surprise. What was wrong?

“Yes... Kuronoe.” She nodded, not understanding, “Your friend?”

Kuronoe quirked quirked an eyebrow at Kurama's shock. It didn't make much sense, what was so surprising about him being there?

"Don't act so surprised, I wouldn't have vanished in the three days you were unconcious."

He was fidgeting with his pendant again, regained after the curse reversed him to his childhood.

Hiei, eyes still closed, twitched an eyebrow meticulously. What kind of dream had that fox been having, for that reaction? He was tempted to pry, but... no. Not now at least.

He’d seen the fox’s dreams before, though, it wasn’t unlikely that was the case... if it wasn’t, then he’d have to pry.

No detail was ever too small to warrant suspicion.

"Three ... but you're ... " Kurama cast a helpless glance at his mother, who seemed entirely too at ease with his old partner in the room. "You know?" None of this made any sense at all. His attention flickered to other parts of the room, taking in the details, before he settled his focus on Shiori again. "Where are we?"

“Know- wha-” Shiori is confused, and she shook her head to clear her mind, “That you’re...” She still couldn’t say it, “Of course!” But she ended with a smile, warm and welcoming.

“Your room, of course.” Another smile.

Soft footsteps were pitter-pattering about the kitchen at the time. The koorime was keeping herself busy with preparing supper for all the residents in the apartment. Tucking some hair behind her ear, she smiled to herself in the midst of stirring the soup as it simmered on the stove, a kettle of water boiling slowly beside it. She stole a quick peek at the cookbook resting on the counter.

"Hm... I need some basil next..." At the sound of voices coming from down the hall she paused in mid-stir to listen carefully.

"Maybe he got a harder hit to his head than we originally thought."

He frowned a bit. Memory loss was never a good sign.

Hiei shifted uncomfortably on the roof.

...Memory loss? Possible, but what were the chances of that affecting a youkai, especially a youkai like Kurama. Very likely he was just disoriented. Unconsciousness does that, sometimes.

Harder hit? Kurama, though he knew it probably wasn't the wisest idea, pushed himself into a seated position. His head swam with the movement, and his arms felt weak from lack of use, but he stubbornly ignored his physical condition in favor of feeling a little more in control. He hated that he was apparently missing something extremely important. "Maybe you should tell me what happened," he prompted, his voice steady, his expression remarkably calm in light of the anxiety he felt.

Shiori put a comforting hand on his shoulder; he really shouldn’t be sitting up at all, but she really couldn’t stop him...

“You...” She sighed, deeply, “You killed him... and then, you got knocked unconscious...”

With a flick of her wrist she turned down the temperature of the stove until it clicked off while setting the wooden spoon aside. It sounded as though Kurama had awakened - that would mean she should be there in case any more healing was required! she hurried out of the kitchen and down the hall towards the fox's bedroom.

Kuronoe, if Shiori weren't right there he might have just pushed Kurama down again.

"It was Karasu." He added, remembering with more than a bit of pleasure the occasion not so long ago he'd cut off a few fingers from the crow.

Yukina was moving, the Jagan told Hiei, and he made a special note of that, before redirecting his youki back to the room with the bat, the fox and the human woman.

"No tact..." Hiei muttered. Kuronoe had no tact.

The kitsune flinched upon hearing the name. It shouldn't have bothered him after so long, but Karasu had never quite gone from his mind. Their battle in the Dark Tournament had been too personal, the crow's obsession too disconcerting, and Kurama had, at the time, been too vulnerable. He was vulnerable now--injured, apparently not recalling things he should have, and in an unfamiliar environment.

"He was dead," Kurama insisted to Kuronoe. "So were you."

His gaze fixed on the window, framed by plants and doubtless protected by wards. "Hiei," he called. "I know you're there. Don't leave Kuronoe and my mother to explain this to me alone."

Shiori could feel the discontent in her son, maybe they should wait... but he was confused, it was ill to leave him hanging.

"Ah... yes. The dead can be... here." How much did he know, how much didn't he know? What was wrong?

Peering around the door frame, she gazed inside at the two hovering by the fox's bed. They spoke quietly, their expressions all seem to look tired but serious never the less. For a moment she wondered if she should wait until later to come back.

Kuronoe turned, sensing Yukina's precense. He did his best to look friendly since he didn't really interact with the girl very often.

"You can come in, Yukina."

And now Yukina was there. No reason to go inside now, not in this state, and not at that point. Yukina was there.

Hiei shifted in the trees. Yes, the fox had definately forgotten something, now, and they would have to sort it out for themselves.

If he could help it... he wasn't going in that room.

His partner sighed in frustration at his reticence, but turned away from the window without a word and did his best to keep all signs of vexation from his expression, at the least for Yukina and his mother's sake. "I don't know what's going on," he told them. "The last I remember is home, not this."

"You don't remember... anything here?" Shiori was shocked. That was so much to forget.

"You must be so confused." She looked to him, warmly and sympathetically.

Hearing Kuronue address her, telling her to enter, a little smile could be seen when she stepped quietly into the room. "I just wanted to see if anymore of my healing was required.. are you feeling any better, Kurama?'

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