Rating: G

Pairing: Yusuke/Kurama

Disclaimer: Don't own, no money, don't sue.

Authors notes: I was struck by a random, fluffy plot hamster. Que será. Kurama's p.o.v.

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The lines in your palm are deep and clear, and I tell your fortune to myself when you're sleeping.

I trace the head line across your palm. It is strong and short, and it reminds me of the way you stubbornly push through life until you lose your temper.

I trace the life line up the curve of the heel of your hand. It is short, but there is a vivid branch stemming from the middle that leads up to your index finger. I wonder about the significance of that, if maybe the branch shows the path that your energy follows out of your body.

I trace the chain of X's that makes up your heart line. The main line curves up under the little webbing of skin between your index and middle fingers, and the branch curves off to join your life line. I think that is very much like you, to put your heart so plainly in view.

You stir when I follow your fate line, wondering where I fall in that little indentation of flesh.

There isn't enough light to see the curves and angles of the smaller lines of your hand, and I tell myself I will look at them in the morning when sunlight hazes blue-tinted through the shades and over you.

For now, though, I will fit my hand to yours, line up our heart lines and our fate lines, and I will sleep.