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Finger-lickin' Good

COVERED IN BLOOD

"So much blood."

Need options?

1. Another day that ends in Y. When mass murder needs to happen you're the weapon for the job. Employed? Owned by a secret organization? Untamed embodiment of extreme violence? Either way someone's going to try to stop you eventually.

2. How did I get here? The last thing you remember everything was fine and hunky dory– Wait, is this b-blood?! Hopefully there's someone who can help you and not hurt you.

3. Justified. This is war and wars are won with weapons, not words! Cut through the masses knowing what you are doing is right. Does that mean the enemy of your enemy is a friend, or is everyone not part of the solution a problem?

4. Humor/Crack option. This really is your blood. Do you have intense nosebleeds every time someone even moderately attractive catches your eye? Are you Deadpool and constantly leaving heaps of blood everywhere? WHO IS GOING TO CLEAN THIS MESS UP?

5. Smut. Bloodplay, nuff said.

6. Gruesome to some, beautiful to you. Vampires, crazed artists, and evil scientists can eat their heart out. Or someone else's

7. Wilcard! Have something different in mind when you clicked? Go with it! Or re-roll/mix and match.

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"So, superheat it, now." Hiei's not quite sure what Kurama's aiming for, with this. Or what the solve might be after all of this. Still, with that determined, the little fire demon plucks the blood dripped bit of skin out of the spoon to place it in his palm.

Superheating without destroying is not exactly Hiei's forte, but he begins to heat his palm anyway. Slowly, but surely so that he can make sure to tone it back if he's going too quickly. It's coming down to this, he thinks, so a bit of caution is necessary.

"What are we looking for, with this?" Hiei asks, though he doesn't yet take his eyes off of his own hand.

"You'll see." Kurama leans forward a little, using his left hand to balance himself and watching, knowing Hiei will understand his meaning as the heat begins to seemingly dissapate, returning the skin to its original color.

“Kurama ..” Hiei grumbles at that answer that’s a non-answer as well. He’s hardly in to this botany stuff, and so he’s curious what to expect. Granted, he knows that Kurama wouldn’t have him put it in his hand if it would react violently (or at least he hopes), but still.

He likes to know, regardless.

But it’s obvious enough as the skin returns to normal, those wide red eyes blinking once, twice, before he looks to Kurama.

“So we need to heat you. How? Without burning you.”

Not good with botany or patience, but Kurama knew it would be easier to let Hiei see than to explain, as well as faster. And he isn't dissapointed, pleased that the little demon also picks up on the solution. Or part of it.

Even Kurama needs a bit of time to think about it, since he has indeed realized the issue. As Youko, he may have been able to deal better with heating than his human form, but even if he wanted, it would be too dangerous to change now. Meaning heating his human body without raising his temperature too high.

So he takes a moment, thinking about it carefully and factoring many things before sighing.

"We're going to have to hope that alternating between heating my body to around 103 degrees, sweating and letting it cool, we can manage the same effect as is needed. I'll just be about useless afterwards, if it works, for a long while."

Hiei frowns for a moment in concentration as he thinks about this. Of course, he knows Kurama knows his own limits better than he would, but if they were aiming to essentially ‘sweat it out’ of him ...

“The bath?” It’s a shot in the dark so far as Hiei is concerned, but it just may work.

“Then I can heat it without directly touching you. Or make it steam instead to facilitate the sweating ..”

"Yeah... that should work." At least hopefully. But if not... Kurama takes a moment again, reaching idly with his left hand to rub his now numb right. "If it doesn't work, we may have to actually burn me. So let me arrange something first.

"Can you get me a pen and paper from my desk? I'll explain what I'm thinking as I write."

“I’ll have to carry you again.” That was no great hardship, though. He’d brought him to the bed, after all. Of course, a grown crosses his face as Kurama speaks of actually burning him, but -

He’ll do what he has to, in the end. Kurama would recover or he wouldn’t. But he wouldn’t allow the latter because he hadn’t tried.

Hiei fetches a pen and paper easily enough, handing it over without complaint, this time. “Out with it, then.”

"Don't worry, I'll buy you as much food as my wallet can muster for all this trouble." He knows well that isn't why Hiei is upset, but he needs to keep some levity about the situation, even as he grabs the pad to write as best he can with his left. "My mother shouldn't be home until tomorrow, so we can stay here till morning if necessary.

"However, if sweating it out doesn't work, submerging me in the water may be necessary, the result being wounds almost as severe as when I fought Karasu..." He doesn't hide the distaste at that name, even as he sets the pad down, finished with the note. "If it comes to that, I'll need you to use some of my herbs to put me into a death-like state, leave this note on the fridge and drag my carcass to Yukina for healing.

"Naturally, I am hoping it will not be necessary."

[ooc: Too bad Hiei can't let the dragon swim in the tub and heat the water... it would be cute]

"Shut up." Hiei offers the gruff dismissal of Kurama's soothing with a little glare. Of course he knows that Kurama knows the real origins of his worries, but it doesn't actually make him feel much better about the entire situation. The idea of having to take Kurama to Yukina with the possibility of death looming... he definitely is not a fan of it. But if this is the option that they are left with, then it is what it is, isn't it?

His distaste for even having to consider it is plain enough on his face, but he nods his understanding and acceptance of Kurama's plan, anyway.

"Let's try the sweating now, then." Might as well get this show on the road, basically. "When you're ready."

[ OOC : definitely, sadly, a boiled Kurama out of that but it would be awesome. ]

Kurama smiles apologetically at Hiei. Yes, he knows the real reason for Hiei's looks, but maybe some small part of him needs to continue the commentary so he doesn't go insane with his own worry. Someone has to think ahead, and for this situation, Hiei can't do it; he's no botanist.

He nods at Hiei though, an indication he is ready to try.

With Kurama's permission obtained, Hiei moves to gather him up again, gingerly, making sure that he isn't at an odd angle or, perhaps, risking making things move more quickly. Thankfully the trip to the bathroom isn't very far, and soon Hiei is, carefully, navigating them inside. Once there, though, Hiei has a moment of clear hesitation, looking between his options.

"Should I sit you down and get in to the shower myself? .. That may be the fastest way to make steam."

Considering Hiei could boil water off of himself for as long as needed? It seems the smartest way to handle this as well. "Unless you had other ideas."

Honestly, the fox doesn't think movement will make things worse, but he has no way to comment on this if Hiei makes no comment himself. Truthfully, Kurama is more concerned that he's extreme dead weight right now, his limbs all but useless.

Once into the bathroom, he nods to Hiei, not having actually thought of the solution presented. He'd just thought to run a bath, let Hiei heat it and go from there.

"That would work better than my thoughts. But only if you are comfortable doing so."

Hiei shrugs his shoulders at the subject of his comfort. Yes, he will more than likely have to strip down in order to not be standing there in soaking clothes, but he's hardly bothered by that kind of thing. Of all things, the little fire demon barely worries about things like his own nudity, these days.

.. Besides, he's worked hard for it, so why not show it off every once in a while?

At any rate, Hiei seats Kurama first, then closes the door. A bit of knob fumbling later and there's a shower head running, and Hiei is beginning the process of getting his belts open to strip down. The closer the water was to his skin, the better, so far as he could tell. And the faster he could make steam.

"Let me know if it gets too hot in here for you." Hiei notes as his final belt comes open, and his shirt is hoisted quickly over his head. Already he's beginning to heat his skin a little more, a pre-heat so that they can get right to business once he hits the water. "Or if things start to deteriorate more."

Fortunately for Hiei, Kurama is about as concerned with nudity as the fire demon. Less so if it was Hiei's, since it wasn't as of they hadn't seen each other before for one reason or another.

Now seated, watching Hiei work on preparing to heat the bathroom, Kurama leans his head back a bit. This was becoming a troublesome evening, and most likely neither he nor Hiei would get revenge; there wasn't exactly much left of the demons they had been fightimg earlier.

"I'll let you know, don't worry."

"Mn." Hiei acknowledges the Youko with a grunt, fairly serious about what he was about to embark on for the moment. It wouldn't be his first time heating a place, though definitely the first time heating a bathroom specifically for steam to try and sweat out a poison. But there was a first time for everything, wasn't there?

With their communication established, though, Hiei is fast to work. He shucks his pants, belts still in their loops, and makes his way to the shower head. Water touches his skin and instantly turns in to steam, rapidly beginning to fill the room with wafts of steam and humidity.

"It shouldn't take long."

No, Kurama wouldn't think it would be long for Hiei to heat such a small space as his bathroom. What would take time would be seeing if motion came back to his own limbs, while also making sure to alert Hiei when his body was getting too hot.

In fact, Kurama can feel the change in temperature almost as soon as the water begins to steam off Hiei's body, and he'll give it time before he tries to move anything, sighing a bit when he finds some motion in his hand.

"I think it's working..."

"Already?" Hiei inquires with a bit of a surprised arch of his brow, casually letting water run down his back and steam up from there. Not much of it reaches the floor, at this point, though Hiei is hardly paying attention to that fact for the moment. He's much more interested in how the hell this is having such a rapid effect, considering the rarity of the poison itself.

"For such a rare poison... I would've expected the antidote to be more than heat." But then his shoulders shrug.

"All the better for you, though."

Kurama shifts his head so he can look at Hiei a fraction, a vague look of lethargy on his face due either the heat or the poison, chuckling softly at the remark.

"Not so much a surprise, when you think about it. By the time I even knew something was wrong, my legs were useless. Within fifteen of that, my hips, then other limbs. Anyone not a fire demon, without one to help and without knowledge of the poison would be dead long before they found a solution."

"Should we check me? Just for curiosity's sake?" Who knew, after all. If someone was foolish enough to try Kurama, probably thinking that he would go home alone and would not have anyone else around to help, who knows what they would do related to him. Though... he takes another moment to think about it and then mutters :

"Nevermind. It will have healed on me." Without the poison being effective, Hiei's body would have healed the injury quickly. Especially in a wound the size of Kurama's. "So you're saying they thought you went home alone and would have just rolled over and let it happen."

Hiei pauses again, a rumble rolling through his chest.

"Makes me wish we would have known earlier."

It certainly would have burnt out of Hiei's system long ago, what with his increased temperature, though if the demon who had used the poison was foolish enough not to know the cure and thus its effect on someone like the black-haired demon, they were truly fools.

As to Kurama and alone?

"They were probably betting you'd go back to Mukuro, and even if I called anyone else, it would be too late and resources would be slim..."

Hiei gets a bit of a look on his face as Kurama says that there was likely the anticipation he would be going back to Mukuro instead of Kurama. For all of his obvious .. affection is perhaps not the right word, but predilection toward not being totally murderous toward the former demon king, Hiei doesn't take kindly to the implication that he and Mukuro share the type of affection that and Kurama do.

"mn... Or that one of the fools would be coming back with you. Kuwabara and Yusuke would be running about like they were headless in the same situation."

"Mm..." It's an agreement, since there is little to say otherwise. Plus, the steam and heat are making him a fraction sleepy. "I'm just glad this is working. I didn't like the idea of third degree burns."

Neither did Hiei, when it came right down to it, but the fire demon thinks that goes without saying. He hums a little agreement, easy enough to do when they both understand what he means, still pumping out heat and steam. Only some water even makes it to the floor, at this point, with Hiei's eyes focused on Kurama as the other demon falls in to something more like sleepy.

"Don't fall asleep until we can be sure of what's happening." He warns, voice low and still concentrating, trying to keep his eye on the prize as much as Kurama's.

"If the tide turns I don't want you to be asleep when it happens."

It's easily understood, even in the haze of drowsiness enveloping him, as are the words of warning. Yet he isn't immediately responsive, processing his words compared to understanding Hiei's a bit difficult.

"How long have you been heating the room?"

"Not that long..." Hiei pauses to think, trying to quantify the minutes as closely as he can estimate, though it doesn't take him long to throw out a figure. "Six or seven minutes at the most."

Hiei pauses, then, brows furrowing a little as he watches the fox and how long it takes him to respond after he's spoke, debating reaching out to find a way to pinch or otherwise irritate him awake. "Should I stop and focus on keeping you from sleeping?"

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