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Kurama stood in front of the door to Yusuke Urameshi’s apartment, his hands folded loosely behind his back, his patient expression starting to falter slightly as he watched the doorknob remain still. The light above the door flickered loudly before burning out and leaving Kurama in the dark. He had been standing out here, in front of Yusuke’s home, for at least a minute now, and wasn’t sure how much louder he could knock. The only reason he refused to accept that Yusuke wasn’t here was simple; he could sense him, of course, which made this all the more bothersome.

It took a lot of consideration, but Kurama felt that this was urgent enough to justify what he decided the necessary action would be. However, before he could even begin to pick the lock, it turned from the inside and the door creaked open.

“Yusuke?” Kurama asked cautiously, almost in a whisper; not because he was unsure of who he was speaking to, but because the young man peering out from behind the door appeared rather questionable to be quite honest. His hair wasn’t slicked back like normal, though Kurama excused that without a second though, for it was the middle of the night, and he was certain the boy didn’t gel his hair to sleep. Other than that though, Yusuke looked simply odd - his posture was weak, slouching around the edge of the door, hardly pulling it open enough to slip through. His hands limply held on to the door, and as for the weird part, his eyes seemed dead.

Normally someone would see this as a tired teenage boy, but Kurama had witnessed a tired Yusuke, even a dying one. This was hardly like either, and certainly not something he was used to.

“Kurama,” even Yusuke’s voice was different; a soft, lifeless monotone. “It’s late…Come in.” Kurama watched Yusuke pull the door open slowly and turn into his house toward another room. He didn’t follow immediately, a chary yet troubled expression fluttering across his face. Kurama had come about something specifically urgent, but the uncertainty he was now feeling silenced him for the moment. Hesitantly, he moved inside and let the door snap shut behind him. Kurama paused briefly before taking the few steps to Yusuke’s living room, where he saw everything but the floor.

Kurama hadn’t met Atsuko but a couple times, but he hadn’t pegged her as being this unsanitary. The bits of food, and the dirty plates, and the laundry …this apartment qualified for a good, old fashioned burning to the ground. Though by the smell of the place, if it were to burn, the fire would more than likely simply amplify it, and allow the winds to stick up the entire city. This unpleasant thought, the definition of disgusting, and Yusuke’s current disturbing appearance left Kurama biting his lip uncomfortably as he gazed at Yusuke who was sitting on a particularly dirty cushion that had apparently slid off the much dirtier couch.

Yusuke scooted to the edge of the cushion, and brushed his hand to the other half as if to wipe it off. “There’s room,” he muttered, with a lame smile.

“I’d rather not,” Kurama said, though he stepped carefully over what could’ve been anything from old food to toxic waste, and stood nearer to Yusuke. It took him a moment to find his words; since there were hardly any for this picture. Though when something came to him, he was once again thwarted in his attempt to speak at all, this time not by Yusuke’s odd appearance, but his words.

“You’re really cute,” he said, and Kurama’s eyebrow quirked awkwardly. “Wh-” The question quite possibly was to be ’What the hell is wrong with you?’ but it never got out, for Yusuke’s hand clutched Kurama’s wrist and yanked him down into the mess beside his now much more welcoming filthy sofa cushion. Kurama’s face contorted into a revolted look as his eyes fell upon the floor. Just as he went to twist his arm away from Yusuke, and return safely to the doorway of this horrid room, Yusuke’s other arm clutched his shirt’s collar, and he was forced against the front of the couch.

Kurama would have, and even considered, reacting violently; but Yusuke’s forceful motions had much too quickly grown gentler, and the boy’s face was nuzzling the fabric over his chest. So instead of attacking, Kurama simply grew stiff, unsure of how to respond now. “Cute like a teddy bear … more like a cabbage patch doll…cause you have a face.” Yusuke’s hand grabbed Kurama’s chin, and he looked up at him; Kurama noting the lack of life still in his eyes. “A round one. Like cabbage…”

“Um…” Kurama eyebrows furrowed together, not able to figure out what could possibly be wrong here, and in a swift motion Yusuke’s lips were pressed against his, and all Kurama could do was be shocked; his head being forced to lay back on the couch.

In less than a second, Yusuke’s face felt heavy upon his, and his body became completely limp. The shock had worn off just as quickly, and Kurama; with Yusuke’s face still pressed to his, spoke; “Yusuke?” it was muffled. Yusuke didn’t move, so he grabbed the boy and allowed him to flop down on the floor beside him.

’He’s alive …’ Kurama pondered as he stared down at Yusuke’s face worriedly; his eyes were still open. ’How odd …I wonder what this means?’

*breathes, finally*

I've honestly been kinda half freaked out since I posted it. >.> I don't ever put anything up so it can be like. Reviewed. XD Ever. So that was the worst 12 hours on Gaia. *pretends she didn't refresh the page 70 times over*

You wanna know something odd? xDD I think Kurama's cute like a cabbage patch doll - oddly enough. Some say pretty, some say sexy - I say "CUTE. Will he run in a wheel?! biggrin "

XD

Now I feel all excited to build up around it. :O xD *might just doooooooo eeeeeeeeet*

*hurries off to think*