Epilogue
“That’s right,” Kurama replied.
“You care to tell me how you just suddenly got better like that?”
“I don’t have anything to regret anymore,” Kurama said. “That’s all.”
“Uh-huh,” Yuusuke said, sounding quite skeptical. “So, what? You were regretting your strained friendship with Hiei or something?”
“Something like that.”
“You aren’t going to tell me, are you?”
“Are you pouting, Yuusuke?” Kurama asked teasingly.
“Would you tell me if I am?”
“Probably not.”
“Then I’m probably not pouting.”
Kurama laughed.
“I’ll tell you all about someday soon, but not yet.”
Yuusuke sighed. “I guess I’ll have to live with that. No more close brushes with death for a while though, okay man?”
“I’m not planning any.”
“Well, I’ll see you soon, I guess.”
“Yeah, soon.”
“Take care Kurama.”
“You too.”
Kurama hung up the phone and walked back to his room; he smiled when he saw Hiei perched on the window sill.
“I thought you were going to report back to Mukuro?”
“I did,” Hiei said. “She threatened to lock me in the dungeon if I so much as set foot in the Makai any time in the next month.”
“Remind me to thank her later,” Kurama laughed. “So, what do you want to do in the meantime?”
Hiei shrugged. “We could spar. Or we could kiss some more.”
“I have an idea,” Kurama said. “Why don’t we go camping?”
“Camping?”
“You know what that is, right?”
“Of course, I just don’t see why ningen think it’s so special. I always ‘camped’ until I became Mukuro’s heir.”
“I think it has something to do with getting back to their roots; living like their ancient ancestors. Even ningen have something primal within them. I thought it might be fun; we could spar, and kiss, and other things. Have you ever been fishing?”
“Fish live in water,” Hiei said, scathingly.
“You don’t have to get wet, unless you want to. I can teach you how ningen catch fish; it’s really quite ingenious.”
“Hn.”
“We don’t have to go camping if you don’t want to.”
“I didn’t say I didn’t want to.”
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