Living in a World Without You [RL with Kuronue]

[deadly_garden]

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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[deadly_garden]

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?"

[deadly_garden]

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'."