Living in a World Without You [RL with Kuronue]

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Kurama sighed, watching Kuronue. This was the second time he'd had to deal with the bat not knowing him in the span of a month. The last one was a virus, but this...

Whoever that girl was, he was going to find her and kill her, but not until after he tortured her for her indiscretions.  No one lived to speak about doing harm to Kurama's if he had anything to say about it.  And he usually did.

He debated with himself for a brief moment before holding out his hand.  "I won't judge you.  I don't think I ever will, in fact.  If you're hurt, you can tell me. I won't breathe a word to another living being, I swear."  He took a deep breath, hoping his heartbreak wasn't bleeding through and showing on his features, though it came out through his voice.  Strained and with the tiniest bit of pain, he added, "Please, Kuro-ai.  Please let me help."

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He pulled back, having expected the reaction. It didn't help that the antiseptic was quite strong, as Kaito could attest to personally.

"I apologize. I'm only cleaning it before I bandage it. That way it doesn't get worse. I'd be easier, but... it's very strong."

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Kuronue squinted and fell still again, obedient but anxious. It went against the grain to shift his wings apart again, and they quivered with the tense reflex to pull together and cover up the sore spot the fox kept touching. Trying to get his mind off things, he chewed into his lower lip and glared at some blank spot on the ground in front of him instead. There was a stain that looked a little like a cloud. It took him a long moment to realize the stain was his own blood. Disturbing.

"... 't hurts."

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Kurama was pointedly ignoring that stain, having seen and smelled enough of Kuronue's blood to last him the rest of his hopefully immortal life. His other hand absently stroked the uninjured wing in a soothing motion, hoping that it would be a decent distraction from the pain.

"I know it does, Kuro-ai. It'll stop soon though, promise." Once he finished with that one, he lightly did the same to the other wounds before pausing long enough to pull out bandaging. "I'm going to bandage you now, all right?" With that he set to work, gently wrapping the injured wing first.

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"Why d'you keep callin me that?" he asked sullenly after the first of the gauze was taped down, tightening and coating the wilted and uncomfortable looking wing. The injury was at the very top, causing the weight of his wing to pull painfully at the sore split. The gauze and bandaging would help brace the thankfully mostly-superficial cuts and damage, and the bat was growing restless throughout the process.

He didn't like having his back and most sensitive areas exposed to someone. Just because his own remaining honor code left him leery to ever attack from behind, it hardly meant the rest of the world would cater to the same noble character trait.

Still, no painful digging in of claws ever came, no sharp bites or ripping, red hurt. Just more gauze.

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He sighed softly. "You used to call me 'Rama-ai in return," he thought dimly. Shaking his head, he said instead "Because that is what I call you." And that was true, because that is what he had called him for centuries, once he had stopped using Kuronue's full name. It always felt too formal to his tongue.

He finished with the wing and began work on the spot in between the wings. "You should keep these clean while they heal, which shouldn't take much longer than a week or two. If the bandaging gets dirty I'll have to redo it."

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Kuronue finally lost patience and squirmed free with a mutter, his left wing-tip dragging the ground as he staggered up to his feet. ".. .'m fine," he complained, swatting away hands that approached with first-aid tape and more bandaging. The stench of antiseptic made his nose wrinkle and ears flatten back in distress, distaste.

He didn't remember ever smelling anything that acrid or bad before. How it could be helpful, he didn't know, but he'd humored this long enough.

"What's it even mean?"

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If that's how he wanted to play it, fine. Let him get infected. He packed up everything and let the plant shrink back into a seed.

He placed it and the first aid kit back into his hair and looked awkwardly to the side, wrapping his arms around his knees.

"It means 'Kuro-love'."