Darkness

Child of Light

         Humming, I found myself sitting in front of Kurama on a Concorde. The cabin was quiet and spacious, and we were due to pick up more passenges from Paris, France but until then, Kurama and I were alone. We didn't speak much. There was no need to. Kurama and I worked well together because we were, in a way, quite alike. We shared part of the same heritage. What he didn't know about my heritage woulnd't hurt him of course.