FavoredFox
Logic is panic's Prey...
- Joined
- Feb 6, 2016
It had been some time since their last date. Since Yusuke's return to the human world they had spent many a day and night together, but that time had been spent at one another's home, or the occasional motel. So when a picnic was brought up, Kurama was happy and eager to accept. He loved the former detective, and not just physically as their most recent activities might suggest. He was looking forward to simply talking for a time. Their bodies could intertwine later.
Kurama had initially planned on wearing the outfit he had on their first date, but after careful consideration, decided it would be uncomfortable and unwise to wear such a thing in the middle of a forest. Instead, he'd pulled out his old tournament clothing. The white shirt and pants were airy and loose, and the yellow gi over top was thin and light. It had a nostalgic feel in and of itself. The hem of it fluttered gently in the cool breeze that drifted over him as he climbed the stairs to Genkai's temple, his hands placed in his pockets. The fox made in about three quarters of the way up before the wind under his nose began to carry a very distinctive scent. Blood. It wasn't a particularly odd thing to come across here, as the forest was wrought with the laws of nature. It simply meant a predator had caught it's prey. What was odd, was the mingle of Yusuke's energy with the smell. He picked up the pace.
He diverged from the stairs to head toward their meeting spot; a lovely clearing surrounded by the sweetest smelling flowers, and trees choked by beautiful vines, but what he found was not what he was expecting. A blanket had been torn asunder and strewn across the grass, basket that was once filled with carefully made food was ripped open as if a wild beast had come looking for a snack and that food crushed into the soil as if trampled upon. "Yusuke?" He called out curiously, cautiously as he looked from side to side, both taking in the destruction and trying to pinpoint his lover's location. At least he could tell from the smell that it wasn't Yusuke's blood.
Kurama had initially planned on wearing the outfit he had on their first date, but after careful consideration, decided it would be uncomfortable and unwise to wear such a thing in the middle of a forest. Instead, he'd pulled out his old tournament clothing. The white shirt and pants were airy and loose, and the yellow gi over top was thin and light. It had a nostalgic feel in and of itself. The hem of it fluttered gently in the cool breeze that drifted over him as he climbed the stairs to Genkai's temple, his hands placed in his pockets. The fox made in about three quarters of the way up before the wind under his nose began to carry a very distinctive scent. Blood. It wasn't a particularly odd thing to come across here, as the forest was wrought with the laws of nature. It simply meant a predator had caught it's prey. What was odd, was the mingle of Yusuke's energy with the smell. He picked up the pace.
He diverged from the stairs to head toward their meeting spot; a lovely clearing surrounded by the sweetest smelling flowers, and trees choked by beautiful vines, but what he found was not what he was expecting. A blanket had been torn asunder and strewn across the grass, basket that was once filled with carefully made food was ripped open as if a wild beast had come looking for a snack and that food crushed into the soil as if trampled upon. "Yusuke?" He called out curiously, cautiously as he looked from side to side, both taking in the destruction and trying to pinpoint his lover's location. At least he could tell from the smell that it wasn't Yusuke's blood.