Thread: Tails Of A Half Breed [YYH] (FavoredFox)

Hiei had as little of a problem of disrobing in front of anyone especially the redhead. It wasn't a task he gave much mind to at all, even as emerald eyes roamed over his motions and body. In fact, he had less than a problem with it. It was something he'd done often enough when visiting the redhead in the past. Whether it be due to his clothes being sullied from battle, or soaked from rain. And if he were being honest with himself, which he didn't care enough to think on at the moment to do so, he would have to admit that he received at least a bit of a thrill now and then when feeling those eyes pour over him while he did it. He might also have to admit that it slowed, and even exaggerated the process to some extent sometimes. At the moment, while it did just that, he paid no mind to it whatsoever. He was far too focused on the redhead. Upon handing over his pants, Hiei moved directly over to the shower head and lifted the long hose from it's holster. It wasn't long at all before the weight of cool water mixed with a bit of dirt and blood had mowed down naturally spiked hair just enough to become unrecognizable. It never seemed to fully flatten against his head even when drenched through and through. Although the natural lift in it couldn't hold up fully against weight and gravity when it was. Fingers of his free hand roamed through it roughly and shook loose anything that wasn't purely water in little time as well. In most cases Hiei would have stopped off to rise himself and his clothing in a nearby stream after such an extensive amount of blood had been spilled over him. But there were times when other things, be they wants or needs, out weighed the grooming habit. Most of those times ended up having to do with the fox. This time it hadn't so much been some sort of anxious feeling or anything that had pulled him toward the tall, slender creature or anything like that. And, in fact, there hadn't been any other time like that either. A want to have the teen in his sights had simply driven his feet to carry him past that task and on to the temple. And the only reason he was taking up the task now was convenience. The convenience of having the fox in the room with him while doing it being able to keep his eyes on him as he rid himself of the scent that tainted the delicious one rising off his patner. As he pulled the spray down over his body he couldn't help but wonder when he'd gone from watching diluted blood circle down the drain back to casually rolling his sights slowly over Kurama's body. They steadily went from tracing over form and feature to landing on and studying remaining wounds if one could even call most of the cuts left over wounds. Stomach and heel were the worst off, but even those had healed significantly enough not to warrant any concern that might have been there previously. Not that he was concerned... Crimson eyes shifted away from the redhead quickly and focused back on the rinsing he was doing, a slight tenisty rolling into his joints and muscles. It was off weird for him to be focusing so sharply on the redhead like this... whatever this was. He had no problem recognizing that his focus on Kurama had changed over the time they'd known each other. But at the moment he'd been so focused that he'd lost most of what Kurama had said to him in the last minute or so. So much so that he had to pause for a moment to recall the words. And what came of them had rinsing hand pausing as he simply allowed the water to pour over him and wash the rest away on its own. Because it was the part where his fight with Karasu was brought up that came to mind. Why did you do that? The question almost sounded accusatory, tossed into the air as if what he was asking about had just happened, or at the very least was already being discussed. It wasn't all that often that he chose to do so, but Hiei clarified that odd question. Even he realized how vague it had been. I've never seen you fight like that Kurama. Why did it turn out like that? He might not be being clear enough with his words still, but he couldn't be sure until he heard an answer to what he'd said. Hell, he wasn't even sure what exactly he was asking on at the moment. Mentally, he was switching from going over each action the redhead took to thinking on the over all outcome. And he wasn't sure which part of any of it he was asking on at the moment. Because the entire thing had been so starkly different than anything he'd been expecting from the sharp fox. He wasn't even sure if he was asking due to the crushing loss, or because of how insanely difficult it had been to watch unfold. Last edited Sep 25, 2018