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WHO: Kuwabara, Blue, the space rodent in above icon
WHERE: Hakuhaus, the garden out back
WHEN: Saturday morning/afternoonie
WARNINGS: Harmless
SUMMARY: psychic things and plants and nobody's life in grave peril for a time! go figure. hopefully keith won't suddenly be compelled to shoot a giant, planet-razing laser through it all just on principle.
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Tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, a kind of squash...Carrots, unseen - root plants, Blue learned. He was still learning. But most of the plants that had grown and flowered in that garden bore their color above the ground to be seen, making the experience much more satisfying. Granted, Baroona did most of the work, as he knew his way around the garden much better. Anyone on Earth probably could, comparatively, as life in exile on a space ship hiding in the mountains offers little chance to growing much of anything of this nature. Blue always approached the plants tentatively; not only did he not know much outside of sunlight, water, plants weren't thinking lifeforms. He couldn't tell what was needed and when. Baroona knew, seemingly by just the way a leaf would lean, which never ceased to impress.

But he'd been reading about it, now and then, when there was enough chance for repose (rather rare lately, but even so). He had borrowed the book from the library he'd initially mistook for Lupin's place of work, and still had a few days left with it. With Ophelia's torment gone and the migraines that came with it just a memory, setting his mind to something quiet and productive did him well.

He had the book open on the ground beside him as he sat before the tomato plants, looking from the pictures to the plants themselves to compare. Rain, happy to be allowed outside, was scampering and skittering throughout, a little blue blur getting lost in the greens. Like the violence, the heat had ebbed, too, making it a pleasant day to be outside; it felt almost safe to be content. Blue was trying, at least.

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"I think some people might. I never have either, though. Red means they're ripe and everything. Seems easy enough." He took another drink of his coffee, watching the little mouse-thing with mild interest. Then he smiled a little bit. "Make sure it doesn't have a worm in it or something before you take a bite. Might wanna wash it, too, but... No chemicals to worry about here, huh?"

"I would hope not," he agreed. "Baroona never has any on-hand when he tends...This is more his work than anyone's." Which made him hesitate from taking more than he already had. Baroona would hardly mind, probably, but...keeping them there gave him more reason to keep coming back. There was a pulse of worry at that, concern that would shadow him for a while to come, but Blue showed no indication of it on his face as he looked up with his invitation.

"Would you like any of it? When I cut it."

Kuwabara shrugged, frowning just slightly again and for only a moment. There might have been something there, some kind of trouble on Blue's mind, but his expression didn't seem more than pleasant enough. All right, then.

"It'll go bad if we don't eat it all or give it to somebody else who will. So sure. I'll pitch in."

With a nod, Blue began to stir, urging Rain to hop off and mull about as it pleased. It would be slow following in, obliging the last one in to open the door again just for it's sake. The book was left on the lawn, as Blue had intention to return later.

Knife and cutting board were where Keiko and Yukina typically left them, and Blue moved it all closer to the sink and soaked the tomato as he'd been advised.

"Your power seems more whole lately," he remarked as he did so, lifting his head and looking over at Kuwabara when he'd washed enough. "Does it feel that way to you?"

Without speaking further on the matter, Kuwabara simply waited for Blue to get up and followed him back inside, waiting on the mouse-thing for a moment before closing the door. While Blue went to the cutting board and the sink, Kuwabara leaned against one of the kitchen counters, setting his mug down when there was nothing left in it. One of the cats, Shizuka, was stretched out on the floor, and he poked at her playfully with his toes until Blue addressed him.

The question kind of caught him off guard. He hadn't had any big discussions about his powers and how that whole getting kidnapped mess had affected him in that sense. Again, he took a moment to try and think, reaching up to scratch his forehead. "I guess so, yeah. There was a ringing... That's gone, now."

Blue made a thoughtful sound, carefully lining up his knife against the skin of the tomato for an even, clean cut. "The things you could do before...they're all back?"

"Yeah, mostly."

He hadn't really put anything to a great test or anything. The basic sword could be summoned again, while the power for the Jigen Tou, which almost always felt just beyond his reach, felt as though it had ebbed further away. His other abilities... Well, he'd been lousy with wielding them from the beginning.

"It's harder to work, somehow, but it's there."

The first three slices were unequal in width, but Blue appeared to have gotten into the swing of things before the entire tiny fruit (/vegetable, whatever the scientific community decided it officially is) was spent. The mix of puzzling over making those slices even with thinking of ways he could be of use to Kuwabara's cause seemed to blend well enough and end with little incident; he divided the slices evenly, leaving the smallest aside.

"I wish I knew more of the way that power works," he admitted. "Or someone...in order to help you." He turned around, offering Kuwabara a share. "Are there any in this City who could?"

"Hell if I know."

Helpful, right? He's not really the kind to seek out help much less know how to do it if it came down to that. Their world was different, too. Here, there were no parallels, no spirit of demon worlds. That was how it always felt, anyway.

"It'll wake up when I need it. That's how it's always happened."

Blue lapsed into a ponderous silence as he set the knife under running water to rinse. He thought again of Remus' offer weeks prior, open and willing to lend a hand for Kuwabara's sake. He had never made mention of it before; whether or not it was place to interfere still conflicted him. Powers were so personal, and it wasn't the same as it was on the Shangri-La. The abilities of the Mu were all similar, he could easily speak from a place of experience and authority to mentor the younger. Not so in the City.

His brow began to crease, frowning with the thought, until he saw the knife unstained, glinting at him as he held it with an unsteady hand. It shook him out of his introspection, blinking a few times as he quickly turned off the water and set the knife aside. For a moment, he worried he had drifted off for too long, but not so.

Rain mewled at his feet, demanding attention (and his share).

"Ah..." Blue glanced up at Kuwabara before picking up the small piece of tomato and bending to offer it to the mouse. "I hope that remains the case," he said, almost a murmur. His volume raised as the rest of him did. "Or...that there may not be a need for it. Power to fight. There's been enough..."

Kuwabara mulled that last bit over for a moment and realized that he'd never considered that possibility before. Even after the Dark Tournament, when his powers had shut off completely and unexpectedly, or after Urameshi had gone to Demon World and he'd stayed behind to go to school, he'd never considered that he might never be a need for that power again.

He shrugged. "It's really dumb. In our world... I gotta be pretty far up on the scale of powerful humans, but everything here's all about that, you know? Super-powers." Pausing, he looked down to his hands, turning them so that he stared at his palms for a moment before dropping his arms again with a huff. "Humble pie, I guess, letting some creeps get hold of you and rearrange everything."

Anyway...

"Some else'll come up. I'll have to fight properly."

Truth was that he probably couldn't function right without fighting for something. He'd do it without the plethora of strange abilities that he'd gained, but they kind of helped a lot when it came to winning.

Blue watched, beginning to frown again. There really was no easy way to deal with what Kuwabara had been subjected to. Being subjected to forces stronger...having no say. It was never simple.

"Then you will," he said, holding out Kuwabara's share in view. He pushed a small smile for encouragement. "Because the same dirty tricks won't work twice."

Kuwabara maintained a more serious expression for a moment before catching up with the world. He turned up a smile when he reached out for the tomato slice and punctuated it with a 'ha.'

It was kind of a tricking thing to eat, being wet and prone to falling apart. He settled it by simply popping the whole slice into his mouth, chewing and swallowing with a nod of approval. After that, he gave Blue's comment a little laugh, "You'd be surprised, I bet."

"I think I would rather be hopeful," Blue replied, picking up a piece for himself. "And...surprised later, I suppose. But all the same." Wishful thinking had to count for something, even a small amount. He hoped so. People learned and grew, and even mistakes repeated weren't always the same. Not when everything else changed. He believed that, mostly. When he wasn't thinking about his future...

But that he put aside, and took the tomato instead. He hadn't expected it to be as slimy, but he followed Kuwabara's lead and instead of picking at it, just ate the whole piece at once, using the heel of his hand to wipe at juice from the corner of his mouth. From the look on his face, he hadn't expected what he tasted; it was a lot different cooked. Still, there was a smile left once his hand moved.

"I think you were right, being good enough..."

Kuwabara let the subject drop, at well, and he grinned in response to the smile, one of the more sure he'd seen, that Blue had on. He was kind of a grim guy in, like, the nicest way somebody could be grim. It was always nice to see him in good spirits.

"We got salt?" Probably. Why wouldn't they have salt? "Raw tomato's pretty awesome with salt."

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