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

There was a small jump in his insides as Kurama landed that sweet smile on him. Such a look was often used to easily irk him when Kurama felt the need to tease. It usually forced the smaller being to pull away, or at the very least pull a huffy pout. However the look landed on him seemed slightly different from that far too sweet, placating smile he used so often to either tease or hide behind. And even if he didn't recognize it, that slight difference spoke volumes toward the fire demon. He was keen to focus on body language more than spoken. And while the look did effect him, it wasn't nearly as harsh as it could be. Though it did force crimson eyes to flit away quickly to settle in a fully different direction from both the fox and the way they were walking. Still, it wasn't a heavy enough need that they didn't slide back as Kurama peaked his interest with those words. The question he was used to. And he often either declined or accepted almost silently. Should he decide to take him up on it, he simply would stick around for longer and Kurama would get the idea by the time he'd go to bed. If he decided not to, he'd usually disappear shortly after it was asked. And then there were times when Kurama could gather nearly right away what the answer was. Especially if he peaked Hiei's interest. And it had to be obvious this was one of those times. Because while he didn't respond, the curious glint that flashed across his features in the shortest of moments said plenty and they fact that they were once again glued to him said nearly as much. Hiei didn't tend to keep eye contact all that often. In a sense it probably seemed like something that made him incredibly uncomfortable given the fact that he turned away from it so quickly so often. There were other factors of course, but actually that wasn't really off base in some ways. Although most likely it was some odd form of defense mechanism over anything else. And of course there were times when he very purposefully kept eye contact solidly. At the moment however there was no reason for him to be intimidating which was the most common reasoning behind any adamant eye contact the little demon practiced in. And the slight dilation of usually sharply focused pupils spoke toward the fact that he was contemplating the redheads words. There were other signs of course, though those large crimson eyes tended to say so much at any given time. Perhaps that was why he felt the need to avert them so often as if he understood on some level exactly how revealing they could be. Then again, maybe not. Broad shoulders were lax. Hands were held loosely in the pockets of the cloak that shrouded his other features. And the over all lack of tenisty in his neck even as he stopped in the doorway as Kurama went to the tub were all indications of a resignation he really didn't need to voice. At least, not between the two of them anyway. The playful tone that floated his way forced a change in that stance that was just as subtle as it was screamingly overt. His posture fixed itself, raising him up slightly. And while his shoulders didn't shoot up and his hands didn't fall from their hiding place, his neck did tense all over again. It put the slightest of tilts to his head. And crimson pools, that had been previously roaming the redheads body mindlessly, sharpened and saught a connection with forest green quickly. The look was skeptical. It lasted for a long, silent moment as he studied the taller male intently. Because that tone only every went one of two ways and the most often of those two didn't tend to turn out pleasantly for him in most cases. But even as he studied the redhead he'd already acknowleded the answer to this question to himself as well. At least on some level. And while he didn't want to think too deeply on the subject, he recognized the nagging need to keep the redhead in his sights. He didn't want to take his eyes off him. For the most part anyway. And besides the need, he had noticed well before now the distracting scent of death that was permeating off his own body and undercutting that of Kurama's. It was something he would have no problem doing without. The scent wafting off the redhead was far less tainted than it had been before thanks to the old woman. Seared flesh had been mended. And despite the somewhat sulferous remnants that would be washed away under the water, his blood smelled absolutely delectable. It was a morbid thing to find so enticing for sure. Especially for the reason it was there in the first place. But that didn't deter the small creature that found himself lusting for blood often enough to seek out and spill it on a normal basis. After the skeptical look that remained planted for a long moment--though somewhat shorter than usual-- Hiei did take his eyes off the fox in the form of closing them through a long blink. As he did so, he began to disrobe himself upon stepping further into the bathroom. The look on his face was muted, but with the slight upturn of his nose as he did so effectively passed on a farce of annoyance. Without saying anything still, he managed to tell Kurama exactly how bothersome he seemed to find him at the moment. The removal of his cloak did make his own predicament more obvious as well, as it was most likely nearly as blood stained as Kurama's pajamas judging by the spatters of spilled blood marring his skin and clothing beneath it. Of course none if it was his own.. He'd acquired the ornamental splatters while playing in the woods. In all honestly Hiei had planned to stick around the redhead for the night already invited or not. And had decided to blow off some steam and extra energy before hand. He hadn't been expecting the hag to heal him up like that. So he'd assumed the night would end up being boring andor tedious at best while hanging around the injured fox. It wasn't until he'd lifted his tank top over his head and turned his eyes down on his belts to undo them that he chose to speak. The long pause wasn't unusual, but it was purposefully placed. That tone used on him previously had everything to do with it. He chose to avoid reacting to it tactically, and instead focus on the part that had interested him for better reasons. What kind of training? Last edited Nov 6, 2018