Because we're terrible people (okay, this was mostly my idea).

[paradiseblossoms]

A log in which a great deal of time has passed, Kurama (minamino_shuuichi) and Shoshanna have somehow met again, and Kurama hasn't aged a day.

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[minamino_shuuichi]

It's been...a very long time. Kurama's spent most of it working, moving from town to town so that no one at his old job can never run into him, ten years down the line, and wonder why he still looks exactly the same. He's changed his official year of birth more times than he can count (they help, his old skills, as he steals into records rooms and replaces his birth certificate with the most recent forgery), cursed to look perpetually in his mid-twenties while the world moves around him.

His family knows, of course. He had to explain it to them, eventually, and he thinks that were it not for his mother's quiet acceptance, it might have gone much worse than it did. He should have trusted her with the information long ago, he knows now, but better late than never, he supposes.

The occasional visits from Yusuke and Hiei help - they're just about the only people from his past he keeps in contact with, some of the only people who are still alive, actually. Those visits help remind him that he's not just some monster, cursed to live alone forever - and that there's a place waiting for him, in the Makai, whenever he decides to leave the world of humans behind.

It will be soon, he thinks. His brother is grown, married, with his own children - Kurama's not even sure why he's stuck around this long. It's like he's waiting for something, but he has no idea what that something might be.