#supremekaikuru

Kuru should have some interest in insects, right? He was a Supreme Kai, so, surely... 

It made no sense to create something he didn’t like, so perhaps he would enjoy a gift of species from outside of his universe. They wouldn’t be hard to procure, so the capturing would be easy for Sour.

And now, he stood somewhat awkwardly in Kuru’s living room, attempting to cooly explain why he was offering two tarantulas — one cobalt blue, and one umber — to the Kai.

“Well, you see... I...”

“I found them interesting, and therefore I thought you would find them interesting as well. 

In many ways, he finds it still difficult to construe just What the god in front of him... Does, exactly. He's never before heard the term 'Supreme Kai.' His understanding so far seems to encompass the fact that Kuru does, indeed, Create... stuff for the universe, but not much else beyond that. It's this ambiguity that leads Majora to pry, voice timid and perhaps even reluctant, because while Kuru’s responsibilities of vague creation seem a far more benevolent concept than Quitela’s similar ones of destruction, the fact remains he exists still as a large, metaphorical question mark.

“I can show you how kissing works.”

He just grabs Kuru and kisses him really quickly. What a goddamn mess.

Instead of the typical meeting at Kuru’s home, Sour had arranged something different. All he had told the Kai was to dress in something formal (that wasn’t his uniform), and to meet him at this precise location. the angel was dressed to the nines as well; a white tux replaced his usual yellow robes. 

He didn’t even give the other a name or place—just the coordinates. 

It was in Sour’s home universe, so it wasn’t like the name would mean anything to Kuru, anyway...

Leaning against a small tree, he waited for the sound of his lover’s teleport. And just like clockwork, Kuru was right on time.

As always.

“I knew you wouldn’t be a moment late.

It had been about time that he branch out to other universes. He had discussed it briefly with some of his other siblings... and admittedly, he had been acting overly cold.

He couldn’t help it much. But he could at least try. 

Cognac had given him the most hell about it... so Universe 4 was the first up. The first place he arrived to was their Kai planet⁠— well taken care of, and quiet. As perfect as it got, really. 

He gave a curt bow to their Supreme Kai.

The thought passed through him occasionally, eliciting a stronger attempt at avoidance each time. Questioning his existence always felt wrong. Uncomfortable. As if every time he spoke of it, he was under the careful surveillance of another.

However, it needed to be asked.

Why did he struggle to be any more than a copy? It made him perform efficiently, yes, but efficiency could only go so far. There was no point in allowing Sour to be sentient and contain an ounce of attachment if, at the end of it all, he was expected to function as a copy of the Grand Priest himself.

This position had bounds, yes, and it was incredibly important to stay snug between them. Some facets of his personality could not be changed for the sake of the universe at large.

Yet a part of him yearned to not simply live in his father’s shadow. To be some unfeeling, mechanical entity. He envied others who were able to explore who they are, but risk nothing.

It was pathetic to yearn for the impossible.

“...You know, if you keep coming back like this, and with your accent, people might start mistaking you for a local,” Majora remarks coolly. 

Pots and pans found themselves scattered about the Kai’s kitchen as Sour hummed to himself, slowly mixing the ingredients for a batter. Thankfully, Kuru was stocked with ingredients, so the sudden idea to bake wasn’t too difficult to bring together.

And, since the other deity wasn’t here (yet), it made for the perfect gift to thank him for his patience. It wasn’t often that Sour could come visit, but he was able to putt aside a small chunk of time just for Kuru. It was something special... and something he could hardly pull off with a position like his.

As he slid the pan into the oven, Sour heard that ever-familiar jingle from the front of the house. Shutting the oven door quickly, he leaned over with a gentle smile to welcome his lover home.

“My, it's been too long, my dear Kuru.