[Kurama hums with pleasure at Minato's response, hands shifting to support more of the smaller boy's weight. Some of that self-restraint starts to slip away-
Until the sound of an explosion has him jerking back, eyes wide and startled and almost fearful. His head turns towards the sound almost against his will; on the wall, his home is shown, a shattered, smoking ruin.
His cry overlaps with his other self's.]
No!
[Karasu is dragging the other Kurama along into the destroyed house. The redhead has a collar locked around his throat, with scratch marks livid at the sides.
There are bodies in the house. An older woman and man, and a younger teen boy, bloody and burned. The collared Kurama's scream is rage and agony and the sound of someone breaking beyond repair.
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Until the sound of an explosion has him jerking back, eyes wide and startled and almost fearful. His head turns towards the sound almost against his will; on the wall, his home is shown, a shattered, smoking ruin.
His cry overlaps with his other self's.]
No!
[Karasu is dragging the other Kurama along into the destroyed house. The redhead has a collar locked around his throat, with scratch marks livid at the sides.
There are bodies in the house. An older woman and man, and a younger teen boy, bloody and burned. The collared Kurama's scream is rage and agony and the sound of someone breaking beyond repair.
"Mother!"]