So many things ran around in his mind. Kurama felt himself feeling things he was never used to. Human emotions were an odd thing for him indeed. He sat down on his bed and closed his eyes for a second. The dark tournament was more than enough evidence of the change happening to him. Perhaps it wasn’t so bad that the majority of his Yoko like personality was all but gone. He placed a hand in his lap, the other cupping his forehead as he sighed. “how on earth am I going to tell him?” he mumbled to himself. There were some things easier left un said in the presence of his friends. This may have been one of them.
Years ago the thought of such a thing would have made him laugh. Yoko didn’t worry about such things. Emotions, the thoughts of how his actions would hurt others? it didn’t mater. He did what he liked with little consequence. This time was different. “How unfortunate that such a thing would reduce me to such a migraine…” he shook his head. After the dark tournament he thought it would be easy for a little period in time… with the company he keeps thats starting to seem impossible.
Hiei awoke with a start at the sound of honking horns. Blasted humans didn’t know how irritating it was waking up to their various noises. He sat up and rubbed his eyes, his vision slowly coming into focus. He was in the middle of a park, on a tree that provided enough cover to shield him from view. It was dark, and Hiei was fed up with the human world and every creature living in it.
The first thing he felt was a nagging emptiness in his stomach. Although Hiei could go long stretches without having to eat, it had been weeks since his last good meal, and he finally was on empty. He usually would just hunt for food on his own, and was quite ready to do so, but after looking around a bit more he realized he was only a few minutes sprint from Kurama’s house. He didn’t need to see him for any real reason, but some things had been bothering Hiei since their trip back from the Dark Tournament. He didn’t understand why humans were so emotionally driven, but he could sense that something had been bothering the redhead for a while now, and he wanted to know what. He wasn’t interested in human food, but it was better than nothing. He jumped from the tree and headed in the direction of Kurama’s house.
A few minutes later he found himself at the door, debating whether to knock on it, or head up to the window. In the end he decided to let out a bit of his energy, just enough so that Kurama would be able to sense it, and then let the fox decide what was best.
