After team Urameshi won the Dark Tournament, everyone relaxed on the ship ride home, or at least everyone but Kurama. As they sat in the dining hall of the large ship, a certain scent kept on bothering him, the scent wasn’t bad, by no means, it was quite pleasant. It was just that it smelt like them.

“Yo Kurama, you good buddy? Your face looks kinda funny.” Yusuke, the Spirit Detective and a boy who had grown to be quite close to Kurama asked.

“I am quite alright, nothing to worry about.” The red-head stated, shaking his hands in front of him as he gave a convincing look. Yusuke still eyed him suspiciously but knew better than to drag something on longer than it needed to be.