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Slaughter House (YusukeXKurama) [EDDE x FavoredFox]

"Which one..." he muttered to himself. It wasn't like they didn't all fight a some nobodies before all their big fights. Although if the guy was here he was probably one of the stronger ones. Yusuke followed Kurama purely out of habit as he crossed his arms and cupped at his chin in thought. He didnt even notice Hiei shift off like a lightning bolt, as he so often tended to do.

Shigure was toward the back of the large room tending to his circular sword. When they entered the room, he mentioned "Long time," without looking up from what he was doing. "Hiei informed me of what you're here for a few moments ago."

Yusuke gasped and pointed an accusatory finger at the man. "Hey! Aren't you dead?!"

He happened to finish caring for his blade a second after Yusuke said as much, and his attention landed on him and he looked over his face. "Do you plan to have treatment for something so menial?"

Yusuke bubbled up into a pout as his question was ignored. "Not here for me," he huffed.

Expectant eyes landed on Kurama instead, making Yusuke look between the two of them, right back in that lost state of his. He had no clue what was going on. Why wasn't the guy helping already?
 
"Yusuke!" He hissed in a scold, giving his lover's elbow a pinch. "Please don't be rude." With a little sigh he turned his attention to Shigure. "It has been. I'm glad to see you in good health."

"We are actually here in hopes that you can heal my arm. I believe Hiei has given you the necessary details already?" He didn't elaborate further just yet. Shigure wanted payments for his surgeries and augmentations. He was hoping he could avoid such a thing for a simple healing of his arm. He couldn't help but wonder, however, if they should have returned to the human world and gotten help from one of their friends, but that was a moot point now.
 
Yusuke whined quietly and rubbed at his elbow with a pout. "Well I thought he was," he muttered to himself.

"That arm is really my only concern. Although your loud mouthed friend here might bother that mild concussion of yours, so I suppose there's no reason not to deal with the rest." The man uttered as he looked the two of them over. His attention then turned to the pods on the far side of the room. "I'm sure you're aware that I take a fee for my services. But considering the simple fix, I'll accept a simple story. Doesn't what what, as long as it's simple."

He gestured toward said arm. "For instance, you could tell me how you got in the shape you're in now." It was hardly a suggestion, as he was curious given the details he'd been given. But that didnt mean, if he had a story that interested him just as much, that he wouldnt accept something else.

Shigure stood, noting the still rather rude, skeptical squint the dark haired one had and still was giving him after being scolded but not having his question answered. He was likely debating the answer for himself, and the old man was fine with that. "Have a seat. A fairly detailed diagnosis is fine, but I'll still need to examine your wound for myself a bit. You can tell me your story while I do. It will pass the time."

Yusuke had heard him say concussion. So that meant he had done more to Kurama than cripple his arm. He was horribly interested in what else the redhead hadn't mentioned since he came back to himhimself. So while he wanted to keep guessing how this guy came back to life (like if it was like a situation like his own or something), his full interest shifted to Kurama instead.
 
A concussion? He hadn't realized, though, with as hard as Yusuke barrelled into him, it made perfect sense. He'd hit the ground hard and rolled several yards. It likely explained the rest of the aches and pains spread out across his torso. "I would appreciate that," he replied while stepping towards the chair. The bleeding had slowed considerably, but his wound was still seeping into the heavily laden bandages. Kurama had kept his arm against his side to keep the blood soaking into his clothing rather than dripping over Makuro's floor.

He sat and crossed his right leg over his left to keep his injured ankle up and off of the floor, and placed his hands in his lap in a rather proper sit. Even in his current state he held a hint of elegance, somehow managing to do so while covered in blood and dirt. Even his usually perfectly groomed hair was a bit out of sorts, though not nearly as mussed as it should be all considering.

Kurama glanced at Yusuke before turning his full attention on Shigure. "I am a prey animal, who provoked a predator," he answered simply. After all, his doctor had only requested a simple story. He had no intention of going into detail unless he deemed it necessary for his treatment. Which he did not.
 
Shigure stepped closer, eyeing over Kurama's body as he took his seat. A soft huff escaped his chest in amusement. He had asked for a simple story. Perhaps he should have been a bit more detailed on what he expected. He wasn't surprised the redhead took advantage of his lack. From what he'd heard, the fox was rather cunning.

So as he wrapped his hand around his calf and raised his injured leg to look it over, poke and prod it, he first peeked at Yusuke to see if he were still paying attention.

The boy's attention was on checking Kurama's condition himself. It was probably habitual. Though as soon as Shigure had a hand full of his, Yusuke's eyes sharpened slightly and landed hard on Shugure. That was probably habitual, too, because it didn't take long before the look was corrected by peeking back at his companion sheepishly as the story settled in his mind. He was either a very jealous person, or incredibly protective.

"And you?" The question was almost casual before he went back to work and actually started his poking and prodding. "Are you any better at telling stories?"

"Eh? Me?" Yusuke thought about it for a second. "Well, some people really like my stories." He was mentioning Shiori but would never actually mention her to someone he didnt know, let alone a strange demon. "But really, I like his stories better. He gets all happy when he tells me stories, and lets me ask questions i dont understand."

Shigure snorted lightly, though the expression on his face didnt change much. "I see." He noticed the young demon was staring just as hard at that ankle as he was. "Rotate on the ankle," he instructed Kurama. "And stretch it as far as you can in each direction before until the pain hits. Pause when you feel pain before moving on."

And to Yusuke he suggested, "Would you like to tell a story in his place, Boy? You seem like the type that might take responsibility for his actions."
 
Kurama hid a wince as his foot was taken, his ankle throbbing in protest of the upcoming touches. But he was pulled from that pain by Yusuke's words, and he couldn't help but chuckle as he remembered the story Yusuke had told his mother about how they met. It had been the truth, but so outlandishly told that she had taken it as fiction. Which he was grateful for. And he felt warmed by the confession as well. He enjoyed sharing stories with the former detective. He loved the full attention he garnered and those curious inquires that told him Yusuke was, in fact, paying him perfect attention.

He was, unfortunately, pulled back to reality when firm fingers began pushing at his ankle. He winced slightly, but did as he was told. He wasn't able to move it much without pain radiating up his leg, but managed to stretch it down further than he could stretch it up before the pain hit. "The pain is manageable," he assured.

When he looked back at Yusuke he made a suggestion. "Why not tell him how you died?" He said with a tease. "Whichever time you prefer."
 
"I'm concerned with the function. I'm sure you can handle to pain just fine. You walked in here on your own, after all." After a bit more prodding, he added, "although you probably should have taken help..."

Yusuke blinked a few times at Kurama when he was offered a story to tell. But he kept quiet as the man examining him spoke to him about his injuries. "It's a meager sprain in the joint, but there is a tear in the tendon. Honestly, I'm surprised you did walk in here on your own. Not because of pain, but it couldn't have been very easy to use."

Shigure began the process of prodding up each of Kurama's legs to find further injury. Hiei had giveb him a telepathic picture of what he'd seen for himself, but he wasn't professional by any means. "Go on then, Child." He noticed Yusuke stiffen up and glower a harsh but bubbly pout at being called a child. To the centuries old demon, he was though. He was even younger than Hiei. "Get on with the story unless you want me to stop."

He wouldn't have. Technically Kurana had fulfilled his obligation. He was just curious. And Yusuke believed the serious faced man.

He bubbled up in a soft panic before throwing his hands out in front of him, palms facing each other at waist height as that exuberantly 'serious' face that dodnt quite make it draped over him in the way it always did when he was about to spin a tale. "So there I was at school!" As he spoke, he was as hugely animated in speaking with his hands as he always was.

"Which, in the first place was a weird place for me to be, since I never really went. But every damn time I turned around someone was copping an attitude with me or had some bulletin to bitch at me about. So I decided that I was done doing weird stuff for the day and went home.

"But when I was walking down the street, a ball flew out of nowhere and almost made its way into traffic, so I grabbed it before it got there cause... I guess it seemed like it would be pretty stupid for some idiot to get scared by a random ass ball and crash his car all over some guy's face for it."

Shigure was absolutely enthralled with Yusuke's tale, peeking from the corner of his eye in distraction whenever one of those large hand movements of his was too much to ignore. But he continued examining Kurama. Although he was saving the worst of his injuries until the end. No need to make the redhead bleed out while he listened to his friend's story along with him. He seemed distracted too. It made his work easier.

"So anyway, this dumb ass little kid walks up to me and asks for his dumb ass ball back. So I yelled at him nice and good to teach him a lesson about how scary it is for little kids to run in Traffic. He cried, I made faces, he laughed.

"So I gave him back his dumb ball and warned him again before I took off. It wasn't my problem if some stupid kid got hit by some stupid surprised guy because everyone was being stupid."

Yusuke paused in his story as Shigure began examining Kurama's right arm, going over his bumps and bruises diligently before stopping to walk around the slabbed chair to check on his back. That was when the teen decided to wrap up his story as fast as he could.

"Wouldn't you know it, that kid threw all my hard work in my face and kicked that damn ball into the street the second I turned my back. So I ran into the street and pushed the stupid little brat out of the way of the stupid guy who got scared by the stupid ball. I was faster than the car in reaching the car, but I sure as Hell was not faster than the car in general."

He huffed a sigh as he rubbed at his hair in annoyance at the next thought. "So yeah, I died. And there was a weird chick who says bingo all the time-- Spirit world is run by way too many toddlers, by the way-- Then I got given this weird egg and was told I need to take care of it so I could come back to life using it... So naturally, I threw it in a fire and it exploded in pretty colors... but yeah that's about it, really. The rest of it is a long, long story that comes up to now."

He chuckled out his sudden boredom with his own story, having finished it through sighs and a need to hurry so he could focus on what was coming next in the examination.

"Oh yeah," he added, making Shigure pause in unwrapping the wound to watch him for a moment as he thumbed over his shoulder. "The little egg guy's alright, by the way. And he ain't so little anymore either. He's outside waiting for us."

Shigure took a small breath to comment on the story but was cut off by Yusuke's hurried, "Oh yeah. The end." It made that breath come out in a quiet snort through his nose even though his expression didn't change.

"So you died, but saved a child in the process," Shigure concluded.

"Well... No not exactly," Yusuke huffed out, pouting hard and crossing his arms sullenly. "Apparently if I hadn't jumped in front of the car and pushed him, he would have got less hurt."

Shigure shook his head. "Well. I suppose that is a simple story in one way." It was hard to tell if he were insulting him or not, so Yusuke's eyes just landed back on that bandage.

"Yeah I guess." And so did Shigure's as the man reached out and began expertly reversing Hiei's work to keep the flesh together and as whole as possible.
 
"It was fine," he mentioned offhandedly. A torn tendon, from a trip and fall? Human bodies really were so very frail. It had been difficult to use, but he couldn't have brought himself to ask for help when Yusuke was already so worried about him. Besides, his mind had focused on his wounded and near useless arm instead. The pain radiating from the bite was gradually becoming more intense, but he hid it well enough. He hid it all well enough, and though he'd like to say it was due to his own will power alone, he knew that to be false. As he'd said, he was a prey animal, and after the close call his body and instincts were acting like one. Any sign of weakness was a trigger for the predator still so close to him.

He was thankfully distracted from his own thoughts by Yusuke's story. It brought a small smile to his lips, and the fox closed his eyes to simply listen and enjoy as well as he could. There were no signs of any other injuries on his legs, and he was grateful for that.

Yusuke's stories were a joy to listen to. The way he spoke and babbled on while still creating something cohesive was just delightful, and Kurama clung to his lover's voice adimantly. Perhaps a bit too much. Shigure touched his back and the fox flinched forward. His shoulder blades had already started to turn an ugly shade of black and blue and were sensitive to the touch. Odd... He hadn't noticed that when Yusuke was holding him, but perhaps that was simply because it was Yusuke holding him.

He opened his eyes again as the story sadly ended, and offered a quiet huff that echoed Shigure's snort. "Wonderfully told, Yusuke," he praised with amusement in his pinched tone. The healer was reaching for his bandaged arm, and Kurama decided he didn't want to look at it. He turned his focus forward as the wrappings fell away.

The sleeve of his shirt was still there, hanging on by thick threads of cloth, but Yusuke's teeth had torn through it easily, giving Shigure enough room to look at the wound without him having to remove his shirt. The bitten chunk of flesh was bulging out of his arm like a puzzle piece that didn't quite fit, and with it now free to expand it seemed as if the rest of his arm was pushing the muscle and tissue out further, and the bleeding continued on with a vengence, spilling down the length of his limb, and yet the torn tendon could be clearly seen through the mess, hanging out in the air like a fishing lure.
 
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