~Tomoe X Reader: Book One~

28. Anti-Kill.

It wasn't hard to find the house that Kurama had rented.

It was one of the largest houses in town, and you didn't bother with knocking.
The door was already ajar.

You shoved the door open with such force that it hit the wall.

Your eyes immediately fixated on the drips of blood on the wooden flooring. The hall was large, and to the right, there was a carpeted staircase, but you found no blood there. It was in a trail, and it wouldn't be hard to follow.

A loud banging noise made you jump, and there was a sound like the crumbling of marble.

You wasted no time, practically sprinting to the end of the hall, towards the sound. The end of the hall opened into a fancy-looking, lavishly furnished living room, connected to a kitchen with marble countertops and black cabinets.

There was a high-pitched squeak, and you whipped towards the sound.
In the living room, there was Tomoe, thin fingers wrapped around Kurama's throat.

Kurama had begun to turn red from the lack of air, but he was still defiant, his hands pressed up against Tomoe's chest in an attempt to push him off.

You got there right on time, though, as Kurama had began to grow limp, squeezing his eyes shut against the pressure.

"Tomoe." You stated calmly. "Get off of him."
The divine order settled down onto Tomoe and he yanked himself away with a grunt, eyes widening as he realized it was you.

Kurama gasped sharply for air, shuddering and wheezing as his face slowly went back down to it's original color.

"(Name)..." Tomoe managed to growl, "That... scum... needs to b-"
You raised a hand, signaling for him to stop, and sighed.
"He's had enough."
You crouched down next to Kurama, offering him a hand to help him up.

The male was still having a very hard time breathing, his chest rising and falling rather rapidly and irregularly, and you could see the beginnings of a ring of bruises around his neck.
You felt an odd, overwhelming twinge of sympathy for him, and Kurama's gaze went to your hand, unsure if he should take it, but you decided not to give him a choice.
You wrapped your fingers around his wrist, and tugged, the male was silent as he stood. You reached out a hand to steady him, lead him to one of the couches, and helped him settle back down.

When that was done, you calmly sat down onto the ground cross-legged, between Tomoe and Kurama, closer to Tomoe.

"Tomoe, you can speak now." You said airily, and the fox spirit sputtered.

"You helped him up? Seriously? This... beast... tried to kill you."

Kurama stayed silent. It was suiting for him. He had tilted his head down and forward a small bit, his reddish hair hanging down into his face, guarding his expression.

You shrugged.
"Tomoe, you have to understand, I'm a god now. It's only natural that I'll have people after me."

The fox Yokai wasn't angry any more, just... confused.

"So... you're letting him go?"

You nodded. "Yes, I'm letting him go."

Your (e/c) irises slipped over to gaze at Kurama. "On the condition that he promises never to cause me physical harm again."

Your hand went to your still blood-soaked clothes, touching the area that had so recently been life-threateningly injured.

Kurama gave a short nod. The pop star didn't look at all like his normal self, this experience had sobered him.

"(Name)..." His voice had faded to a soft mumble, but it grew firmer with the ending of the statement.
He tilted his head upwards, and you were struck with guilt at how saddened his silver eyes had became.

"I am eternally grateful. You saved my life."

Your brows furrowed. "I kicked you in your crotch and caused my familiar to just about kill you. It doesn't count if I just saved you from something that was my fault."

Kurama's gaze went back down to the ground.

"Even if you want to blame yourself for my near-death experience right there, I tried to kill you as well."

Kurama's lips tilted up into a grin. "I guess we're even."