Family 2

Disclaimer: I do not own YuYuHaksho or Harry Potter and have no rights to it and such. If I did then their would be a lot more yaoi and yuri in it.

Chapter 4

Kuronue looked vaguely amused at his question or expression, it was not known. “We need to, so yes. ‘Ey…” he grinned cheerfully, “feel free to get any extras you want, okay?”

Kurama added in, “Yes, I agree, and let’s go to the Plant Shop after that.”

Harry’s expression lit up like a Christmas tree.

The boy disserved to be spoiled a bit.

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Once inside the bookstore Harry started browsing the shelves, checking the multitude of books of all different sorts. Keeping his keepers in his sight, he started pulling books off shelves, almost at random. He had to admit, he was feeling at least a tad paranoid, he felt that if he left Kuronue and Kurama’s line of sight, Dumbledore would swoop down and force him back to the Dursley home. It was just a matter of time, he mused, till Dumbledore was going to be back.

Harry was thankful that they had been on a very busy and distinctly Muggle Street at that last run in. He didn’t exactly know what Kuronue had done as soon as they were away from the two, but Kuronue had seemed a bit too pleased with himself when they had gotten back together.

The book store Harry was visiting now was filled with wide assortment of books, Harry reflected, as he pulled a few books on Wards off the shelves and then reached for a large and dusty tome on Makaian legends. It wasn’t a muggle store, like the last few had been. Harry guessed that it may have been a wizarding shop, or something of the sort. He had seen a lot of people walk right past, as if it weren’t there at all. It was almost like the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry tucked a long strand of hair behind his ear with his clawed fingers as he continued searching the selves. He had retracted his large wings and Kurama had put something very similar to a glamour over him. He looked almost exactly like the old Harry Potter. He was just… a bit taller and without the glasses.

A bright red bound book caught his attention and his hands found their way towards it. Pulling it off the shelves he found a genealogy and listing of several different types of demons. Deciding that it might be useful, he carefully set it in the small pile by his feet.

Pulling a few more books off the shelves and finding them to his liking be carried the mild stack over to the table where Kurama had already left a small pile of books. Setting them down with a slightly dusty thump he started to wander over to the shelf Kurama was looking at.

He was half way past one of the shelves when his eyes caught a glimpse of bright clothing. Immediately having set off warning bells in his head he took a half glance at the person, confirming it to be Dumbledore, before quickly darting across the final few isles of the store to where Kuronue had just started quickly approaching.

“Dumbledore is here!” He cried out. If he had had fur like a fox, he would have been as fluffed up as could be.

Kurama stepped up behind the two and calmingly started running his fingers through Harry’s long hair, just removing his fingers as soon as they hit the end of the illusion.

“It’s alright, Harry. We saw him.” He continued the soothing motion and grinned, though Harry couldn’t see it, “Don’t worry, he won’t be making a fool of himself here.”

“Really?” Harry sounded hopeful, though he tensed as he watched Dumbledore come closer.

Kurama laughed at the tone and Kuronue positioned himself a bit more threateningly in front of them both.

“Everything will be fine.” Kurama took his fingers out of Harry’s hair and patted him on the shoulders, keeping his body close and reassuring. He was certain that Harry needed a presence like that, and Kurama was determined to be that presence.

“It won’t be a good idea for him to try to pull a stunt in here. The store owners know us, and he doesn’t know Dumbledore, add to the fact that we are the ones that brought you here… Everything will be falling against him.”

“Okay…” he muttered, guardedly keeping his eyes darting In Kuronue and Dumbledore’s attention.

Following Harry over to another bookshelf, he tried to bring Harry into a conversation that would take his attention away from any thoughts of Dumbledore. “So… did you found some books that you like?” Kurama asked, keeping his voice light and playful.

He had seen the pile of books that Harry had dropped off at the table. He thought he recognized one, but he wasn’t sure. He’d much rather ask than go and look. He had been expecting to see sports books, or something of the like, in the pile, and he was a tad surprised at the lack of them.

“Err…” Harry looked like he was about to say something more, but he was interrupted.

“Are you done, or do you need more for your lessons?” Kuronue strode up to them both abruptly. A slight scowl was on his face and he seemed a bit antsy.

“I…” Harry looked confused. He wasn’t really sure if he had all the right books. They hadn’t been looking long. He looked at Kurama hoping that he would answer for him.

Kurama raised his eyebrow at Kuronue’s behavior but nonetheless looked through the meager stack, taking stock of what they had gathered thus far. Kurama looked at them and so that Harry would need more then what he had with him.

“We aren’t done yet, Kuronue,” Kurama gestured to the stack. “Harry? Keep looking through that shelf,” He gestured to the one they had been looking in a moment prior, “On the third and fourth shelves you should find some books on weaponry. I’ll help you look.”

“What do we still need?” Kuronue glanced in the direction Dumbledore apparently still was.

“Weaponry, fighting styles, I think they carry a book on different dangerous plants here too.”

“Fighting styles?” Harry hesitantly asked, looking up from the third shelf. He had a book in hand that he set aside. He was curious about the need for books on different fighting styles. He had been expecting one of them to teach him the style they used.

Kurama’s eyes were still focused on the bookshelf as he answered, though his voice carried a tone of gentle encouragement. “Yes, fighting styles. You’ll want to develop a bit to add to what you are taught. The books will give you some insight into some styles used by other beings.”

“Oh…” Harry left it at that and pulled out another book that caught his eye.

He was still worried about Dumbledore. Harry knew that Kurama and Kuronue would protect him, but he couldn’t help the feeling curling through his chest. He felt anxious and not a little scared. He didn’t want to go with Dumbledore. He didn’t have much of any reason to trust the old man. Any trust he still had in the old man had worn away over the summer.

“I think these will do…” Kurama picked up Harry’s books and added them to his own pile. “Harry?”

The boy looked up. “Err… Yes?”

“Just grab anything that catches your attention now, okay? You are free to get anything you like,” he made a shooing motion and smiled. “We have everything that was required.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, yes,” Kuronue spoke up, “He is sure, so scat!” he ruffled the long hair.

Harry’s choices turned out to be a bit odd for a person of his age. It hadn’t been long before he had picked out a little golden book on money management and a fairly large book on spirit energy and its uses. Through his browsing he singled out several books on different varieties of plants and their locations. The last book he withdrew from a shelf was a heavy book on gems and heirlooms.

He had been picking up the stack to head back over to his two guardians when Dumbledore came into view. Harry froze. He could see both Kurama and Kuronue tense behind the old man. Kurama had a frozen expression and Kuronue looked livid.

Harry was a weapon Dumbledore was loath to loose. He needed his weapon. He couldn’t win the war for the Light if he didn’t have his weapon, now could he? He smiled disarmingly at Harry. He had to keep Harry on his side. It was imperative to his plan that Harry would go back to his relatives.

Dumbledore had been waiting. It had taken him a while, but he had done it. Dumbledore had sent in an owl to Fudge a few hours earlier, in hopes that the Minister would grant him papers giving him full rights over Harry. The papers were clutched in his wrinkled hands.

Straightening up in posture a determined expression found its self home in his eyes. He refused to think that it could turn out anyway but in his favor. He opened his mouth to speak when he was cut off by a brash growl.

“What do you want this time?” Kuronue commanded all attention and Kurama slipped past to stand near Harry. Kuronue’s icy violet eyes flashed with repressed anger. His body once again took on an aggressive stand.

Dumbledore held out the papers. They were just out of reach. “Harry will be coming with me,” he started, taking a step forward.

“No he, by Inari, won’t!” Kurama growled from behind, pulling Harry a bit closer.

Kuronue stepped forward and ripped the papers from Dumbledore’s hands. After a moment of looking them over he tossed his head and leered at Dumbledore as he tore them in half. “The only valid documents are with us. Ours override these.” He dropped the pieces.

“Stupefy!” a red bolt of light barely missed the bat.

“Kuronue!” Harry yelped, startled. His hands latched onto Kurama’s arm like a lock. Dumbledore was supposed to be one of the most powerful wizards alive, wasn’t he? Worry bubbled up in his chest. What if Dumbledore started sending curses? He didn’t know if Kuronue could dodge them… Harry could feel Kurama’s growl wrack his frame.

Kuronue made a rather spectacular dive back from a particularly far reaching spell, it was only marred by the fact that the shelves he had bumped were swaying ominously. Deciding that he wasn’t in the best place to be fighting, Kuronue took flight with his hidden wings. The still air in the shop started swirling with every beat of his invisible wings and he dived at the Headmaster.

Meanwhile, Kurama’s right hand was reaching into his poppy red hair. If it weren’t for the fact that killing the old man would land him in a high security Reikai Prison cell, he would have given the old man to his death tree. Quickly finding the right seed, he sent a pulse of his energy into it and pulled it out of his hair. He would have rather used his rose whip, rather than the seed he had clutched in his hand, but it would do.

It was an insect like plant, native only to the jungles of the Makai. It had something much like wings. They were originally supposed to be used to reach sunlight, but because it had such a unique, though non-lethal, poison that Kurama bent it to his own uses. Kurama likened it to a Nile mosquito. The ‘wings’ were sharp enough to cut through tough bark. Cutting human skin would be no problem.

They watched the old man stumble back at the unexpected assault in grim satisfaction and Kurama held his fingers to his lips theatric gesture, the tiny seed clasped between them. He smirked slightly as Dumbledore struggled to get up, and then, he blew on the seed. It sprouted instantly and flew across the room to bury into the Headmaster’s skin.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” The shopkeeper rushed into the fray, his glasses awry and a feather duster clutched in his hands like a weapon, “You!” He zeroed in on Dumbledore, “I knew you weren’t someone I wanted in my shop! Get out!” He entered a tirade that didn’t end until Dumbledore apparated away, ending with, “—and never come back!”

“…Boys,” the shopkeeper calmed from his anger ridden high and turned an accusatory look to Kurama and Kuronue. With an explosive huff of annoyance he adjusted his glasses and peered over the top edge. “What, may I ask, was that conflict about?”

“He was trying to take me away… Sir,” Harry still hadn’t loosened his grip on the kitsune’s arm.

The shop keeper just stared at the three critically for a moment before huffing again. “I’ll send you a bill if anything’s broken.” At Harry’s incredulous stare he rolled his eyes and tucked a lock of mousey hair behind his ear before looking hopelessly at the ruffled books and being overcome with a sudden sneeze. “I know you can afford it, Kuronue, Kurama.” The shopkeeper sneezed again and disappeared behind the counter.

Kurama just laughed when Harry sent him an imploring look. “I said that he would choose our side, didn’t I?”

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“I’m beat.” Kuronue made a Kuronue shaped imprint on his bedding.

“I can see that,” Kurama chuckled slightly and slid onto the bed with all the vulpine grace he held. His fingers traced invisible patterns up his lover’s arms and he felt a flare of satisfaction when the other’s body shuddered.

“He in bed?” the muffled voice escaped the fluffy pillow. Kuronue could feel his hair standing on end. The sensation only increased when he felt Kurama’s breath against the skin of his neck.

“Un…” came the inarticulate reply as the one in question wrapped an arm securely around the others waist.

“Kurama…?” Kuronue felt the fox’s body go limp.

There was no reply.

“Kurama?”

Still no reply.

“Kurama! Come on! At least let me pull up the blanket!”

No movement.

“Kuramaaa!”

To Be Continued…