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Chapter 1
The icy winds nipped at Yusuke’s ears. He regretted cutting his hair a few days before and was annoyed with how he’d forgotten to wear a hat. He pulled the collar of his inadequate jean jacket higher around his neck and bowed his head slightly into the gale-like breeze. The fat flakes that were beginning to fill the air only served to irritate the boy further and he snarled at one in particular that dared land on his nose. He rubbed away the offending wet spot and ducked his head further. The frozen air was making Yusuke’s joints feel stiff, as if the blood had frozen in his veins. He gnashed his teeth together as a particularly harsh gust made its way under the hem of his shirt and chilled his chest. It’s March, he thought bitterly, noticing that the snow was beginning to pick up, it shouldn’t be so fucking cold. He increased his speed. When Yusuke reached his destination, shivering and overburdened with both his bag and shuttered emotions, he was glad to see that the house was dark and inhabitants apparently sleeping. It made it easier for him to sneak past Kurama’s mom if she wasn’t even awake.
As Kurama had instructed Yusuke to do in such a situation, he touched an apparently hibernating bush beside the front door and flared his ki. The plant slipped a branch past him and into the lock of the door. A moment later, a slight click alerted Yusuke that the branch had picked the lock. He fed the plant a bit of his ki in thanks and tip-toed into the house. Yusuke smiled at the memory of when Kurama had told him how to break in. Yusuke had given him a questioning look and asked when he’d ever need to get in Kurama’s house when the door was locked. “You never know, Yusuke-kun,” he’d said. Kurama rarely used the affectionate honorific with Yusuke and never when others could hear. Yusuke would never admit it, but he actually quite liked when Kurama called him “-kun,” though he was unsure why. After ascending the staircase, Yusuke opened the door quietly as possible even though he knew Kurama had woken up the moment Yusuke had said “hi” to his plant. As he’d expected, Kurama sat up when Yusuke entered the room and closed the door behind him with a barely audible “click.”
“Hello, Yusuke-kun,” said Kurama.
“Hey,” Yusuke replied. He shifted uncomfortably for a moment before dropping his tattered backpack on the floor and tossing his chilly jacket over the chair by Kurama’s desk.
“Rough night?” Kurama inquired. Yusuke just shrugged and made his way around the surprisingly cluttered room to sit beside Kurama on the bed. Kurama shifted aside to give Yusuke room. “You’re cold,” said Kurama. Yusuke shrugged again. Kurama frowned and threw his blanket over his friend’s lap.
“I just wanna sleep, okay?” said Yusuke. Kurama nodded and lay back down. He planned to get answers tomorrow.

- = -

Yusuke and Kurama woke up at precisely the same moment due to Kurama’s alarm clock going off at seven am. Yusuke groaned and pressed his pillow to his face to drown out the oppressive wailing of the alarm. It took him a moment to remember that he didn’t even own an alarm clock and the fact that he wasn’t being woken up by his mom meant he was somewhere else. Then he remembered the previous day and groaned even louder. The pillow was cast aside and Yusuke stood, stretching and cracking a few of his stiff joints. The walk in the snow hadn’t been very good for his already sore body. He still wasn’t quite recovered from last week’s bout with Sensui and wasn’t yet used to how differently his demonic body moved. He kept tripping over things, swearing he had grown several inches when he wasn’t paying attention. The fact was confirmed when he’d had to sag his uniform pants more than normal the next day since they’d become too short suddenly.
“Good morning, Yusuke,” said Kurama.
Yusuke cast a look over his shoulder at Kurama. “Morning, man,” he said. He rifled through the bag he’d hastily packed the day before and pulled out a relatively unwrinkled uniform for school. “What should I tell my mother about why you’re here?” Kurama asked.
Yusuke shrugged. “Whatever you want is fine. You could tell her the truth.”
“You haven’t told me the truth,” Kurama reminded him.
“Yeah, sorry.” Yusuke pulled his shirt off over his head. “My mom had some asshole over last night and we got in a fight. Long story short, she kicked me out. Said if I was old enough to ‘assert my authority’ over the guys she dated, I was old enough to leave. I’ll go back home tonight, she won’t even remember.” Kurama nodded. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you any warning. It’s just… you said I could come over if I needed a place to crash.”

“Indeed. I meant it. Explanations are not required, however they are polite.” Yusuke smiled and pulled his uniform shirt on and then changed his pants, keeping his back to Kurama. Yusuke never used to be comfortable changing in front of other people. Kurama being a demon somehow made it feel natural to Yusuke, however. He made a mental note to ask Kurama or Hiei about it later. “I’d better get to school,” he said. “The walk is longer from here.” He grabbed his backpack and started for the door.
“Yusuke,” said Kurama. Yusuke paused with his hand on the door. “The bruise on your side; how did that happen?”
Yusuke turned around. “Been a lot clumsier lately.”
Kurama deemed the explanation sufficient, however vague, and changed the subject. “You have plenty of time. I’m sure my mother would be more than happy to drive you to school.”
Yusuke bit his lip and paused for a minute before finally nodding his agreement. He waited for Kurama to change and the pair walked together down the stairs after a warning from Kurama for Yusuke to call him “Shuuichi.”
Shiori was smiling brightly and humming to herself as she cooked. “Good morning, Shuuichi!” she called as her son entered the room. She gave Yusuke a broad smile. “Yusuke-kun,” she said. “It’s been a while.”
“Yes,” Yusuke replied politely. “It has been a while hasn’t it?”
"When did you arrive?” she asked.
“Last night,” he said. “You were asleep already. Sorry.”
Shiori waved a dismissive hand. “It’s alright, sweetie. You’re welcome any time.”
“Thanks.” Yusuke grinned. He'd always liked Shiori.
“You go to Sarayshiki Junior High, correct?” she asked. “Would you like a lift to school?”
“Yeah, thanks, ma’am.”
"You can call me Shiori.” She smiled and turned to Kurama. “Breakfast is nearly ready. Shuuichi, will you set the table?”
“Yes, Mother.” Kurama gathered plates and chopsticks and Yusuke grabbed three cups which they brought to the dining room. Shiori followed moments later with bowls of food which she portioned onto each plate and the trio took their seats.
“So, Yusuke-kun,” said Shiori. “Do you have plans for the up-coming school holiday?”
Yusuke swallowed the omelet he’d been chewing and shook his head. “No,” he replied. “I’m just gonna stay home and chill, I guess.”
Shiori smiled. “You would be more than welcome to spend some time here, if you'd like."
"Oh.." Yusuke fumbled with his chop-sticks. "That'd be fun, probably."
"Shuuichi does not often bring friends to visit." Shiori gave Kurama an unreadable look. "I often worry that he is lonely..."
Yusuke stifled a laugh.
“Mother,” Kurama interrupted. “It’s about time we left.”
“Of course, Shuuichi,” said Shiori. She stood. “Just leave your plates.”
Yusuke and Kurama followed Shiori out to the car. Kurama insisted that Yusuke take the front seat and they drove to school. As Yusuke was exiting the car, Kurama sent him a telepathic message that he could come over after school if he needed to. Yusuke was grateful that although Kurama hadn’t mentioned it, his friend had somewhat of an accurate understanding of the situation.
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As Yusuke dropped his bag on the floor of his bedroom, he wondered to himself why he’d chosen to lie to Kurama about why he'd gone to his house the previous night. He knew that his friend could spot a lie from a mile away and that it was ill advised to try and deceive a kitsune. He flopped backward onto his bed, exhaustion from the previous night slipping him into sleep before the sun was even near the horizon.
There was a pillar in the middle of an ornate dining room. Yusuke recognized his surroundings as the home of one of the Yakuza his mother used to run with. Although the pillar had definitely not been there when he’d last visited the man. He saw his mother speaking to the man who lived there but he couldn’t hear what was said. A boiling rage filled Yusuke’s blood. He could practically feel his temperature rising by inching degrees. Something about his mother speaking to this man made him angry beyond all measure.
Suddenly, Yusuke was in the Forest of Fools in Makai. He was running, chasing a lesser classed female demon. She was humanoid and had very pretty brown hair trailing behind her as she ran. The wind shifted and Yusuke caught the scent of human blood, he redoubled his efforts in his chase, keeping the woman within sight but allowing her to be far enough ahead that she could almost have hope of escaping. She was screaming something and it made Yusuke’s mouth fill with saliva. He could practically taste the woman’s heart and feel her blood dripping down his chin. The human tripped and Yusuke finally decided to descend upon her. He smirked down at the pleading and sobbing form of the woman and scratched her beautiful face.
“Why are you doing this?!” She was demanding. “Please, Yusuke, snap out of it!” Her smell was familiar. Yusuke frowned in confusion but only let it force him into inaction for a moment longer before he ran his claws over the woman’s face and chest. He played with her flesh, tearing trails of delicious-looking red across the skin and licking his fingers. The woman’s screaming in pain, coupled with the taste of her blood made Yusuke’s hunger intensify. He plunged his hand through the woman’s chest and plucked out her heart, feeling it beat feebly before stilling. Yusuke admired the sight of his prey’s bloody form before taking a bite out of her heart. It wasn’t until then that he realized the woman was his mother.
“Shit!” Yusuke shouted as he bolted upright in bed. He was covered with a fine sheen of cold sweat and felt that the sheets beneath him were soaked. He wiped sweat off his brow and looked outside. It was dark. The watch on his bedside table confirmed that it was a quarter past midnight. He had a momentary sense that he was hungry before the thought turned his stomach. He wanted to heave. Yusuke did the only thing he could think of, he grabbed is backpack off the floor and shoved a uniform in it. He remembered at the last second that tomorrow was the beginning of the winter holiday and tossed the uniform aside, instead packing a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. He yanked a sweater from his closet and toed on a pair of boots. He had the foresight to put on a warmer coat on his way out the door and headed to Kurama’s at a steady run. It took far less time than he was used to. Yusuke hadn’t been pushing himself but it seemed like it only took a minute or two to run the six miles to Kurama’s house. Yusuke looked down at his watch. Two minutes had passed from when he’d left the house. He scratched the back of his head before frowning and heading up the stoop. The plant dutifully unlocked the door with little more than Yusuke’s hand hovering near it and Yusuke slipped in as silently as he was able.
The creaking of the stairs sounded unnaturally loud to Yusuke and he winced, certain that the sound would wake Shiori. He was pleased when he managed to get to Kurama’s bedroom without Shiori so much as stirring in her slumber. Noticing that the room was empty, Yusuke took a seat on Kurama’s bed. He wasn’t concerned by Kurama’s absence as he knew immediately that Kurama was in the bathroom. It only took the thought I wonder where Kurama is and the answer came to him. He scanned the area automatically for the presence of a threat and wondered briefly why he’d done it. He shook his head, noticing that his hair had grown at least an inch since Kurama had cut it several days ago.
Kurama returned to his bedroom and merely inclined his head to Yusuke in greeting. Yusuke stood, allowing Kurama to lay down on what Yusuke considered “Kurama's side of the bed” before lying beside his friend and pulling the covers over himself and Kurama. “You realize I didn’t believe yesterday’s story,” Kurama stated. Yusuke nodded. “One night, I can understand. As this is the second night in a row you’ve shown up, I feel you owe me the truth.”
“I know.” Yusuke sighed. The heaviness worried Kurama for a moment before Yusuke spoke again. “I don’t wanna talk about it right now, but I’ll tell you tomorrow.”
“And the bruise?”
Yusuke paused. He thought he’d told Kurama yesterday that he was clumsier. “The one on my side? I ran into a counter in my kitchen. I keep doing that stupid shit lately. I feel like I’m all big and awkward.”
Kurama frowned. He hadn’t noticed a change in Yusuke’s size. His friend was perhaps a bit taller, but other than that, he didn’t seem broader. It took Kurama a moment to realize that Yusuke must be feeling something akin to being transplanted into an entirely new body. “I see…”
“You don’t sound like you believe it.”
“I believe you, Yusuke. You’d be hard-pressed to lie convincingly to a fox.”
Yusuke chuckled quietly. “I can’t lie to anyone. Can’t lie for shit. Keiko used to remind me all the time.” Yusuke shuddered at the memory of the dream that had brought him there the first time. It had been similar to the one that drove him to Kurama’s home that night, except that he’d plucked Keiko’s heart out instead. He felt a pang of guilt at the realization that he hadn’t spoken to her much in school except to say that he was having a rough week. The fact that Keiko understood Yusuke’s reason only made the former detective feel worse about it. He recalled his conversation three days prior with Koenma.
Koenma was in exile to the human world until King Enma decided to stop throwing his divine hissy fit. While the Lord of Spirit World had decided to leave Yusuke alone for the most part, he was still quite angry with his son for betraying him. Koenma warned Yusuke to avoid using his demonic powers or indeed appearing at all out of the ordinary lest his father decide to eliminate Yusuke. “Ugh…” Yusuke muttered. He smacked his forehead. What a mess… he thought.
“Is something the matter?” Kurama asked.
“Just a bunch of stupid bullshit. Sorry. Keeping you awake…”
Kurama was silent for a moment. “We’ll talk tomorrow,” he said firmly. “Unless you need to get something off your chest right now?”
Yusuke considered Kurama’s offer for a moment before politely declining. “It’ll make more sense if we can talk somewhere private and I can get my head around some shit in my sleep.”
Kurama nodded. “Good night, Yusuke,” he whispered.
“G’night.” Yusuke couldn’t help but feel inexplicably disappointed that Kurama hadn’t given him the honorific.
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