Thread: Seedling ((EDDE))

When Kurama's illness first hit Yusuke had made every attempt to join his husband in order to sooth his ailments to the best of his abilities. It was almost unheard of for either of them to be able to sleep for long once their mate had left their side. He had been turned down quite abruptly at every turn. When his fox would wake up through the night or in the wee hours of the morning he'd soon turned to rolling over and wrapping himself around the stray pillow that was almost never used. He almost always served as Kurama's pillow. And he would lie there, aching to go sooth his husband and suffering with him on a different level. Yusuke was a protector. He always had been. To be denied that role so heavily had been torturous. But the redhead had caught on to his own woes. As the one person who understood him better than anyone else, he'd recognized the former detective's restlessness over this issue and, unlike how he'd been able to do, had found a way to sooth it. If he couldn't help him by being physically there for him, the next best thing was to be able to procure what he needed during or after. The raven haired demon looked up into the trees as he walked, hearing an owl hoot and seeking it out. These little 'quests' were far from glorious, and sometimes rather boring. But they made him feel better regardless because they, at the very least, seemed pretty important. He stopped at the edge of the forest, seeking out his ailing human. There wasn't a time he could remember that Kurama had been sick like this. And it was really worrying him. He'd just started pressing his husband to at least allow Yukina to have a look at him the previous morning. And he would most likely push again today. When making the attempt, it was never too difficult for them to find each other. And as he opened the door, the sight he was greeted with tugged at his lips and produced a soft smile despite everything he'd just been thinking on. Opening the patio door to the dining room allowed what was left of the moonlight to pour in. With only the stove light from the adjoining kitchen to light the area it caused a beautiful picture of his now peace full looking redhead dozing sweetly against the table. He was calm. And Yusuke was glad. But he made his move quickly. He could hear the steam beginning to work at escaping the kettle. And he was lucky to catch it before it turned shrill. Through almost perfectly silent movements the former detective carefully fixed the drink his fox had started cooking up. Not only was he attempting not to disturb him, but he neither added anything else to the drink despite his distaste for how it smelled. Because not only did the taste of these plants sometimes not match the smells they produced, but he didn't want to disturb a delicate constitution by changing it with sugar or anything. Quietly, he set himself beside his husband in the same moment he set the cup down for him. In addition he set down the herb he'd grabbed upon recognizing he hadn't let go of the somewhat tight grip he'd had on them even while getting his drink. And then he took his own drink one of the peaceful look that had fallen over his redhead in dozing off. He wanted to bask in that look. And he did. But he knew it wouldn't be long before his husband felt his presence and roused because of it. A strong, gentle hand was placed over the fox's slightly curled on, the other reaching to land upon his head at the same time. Shuichi... It was quiet and as gentle as his touch. Concern was already pulling into his features. He really didn't want to pull the man from his slumber only to throw him back into the grasp of his sickness.