Yusuke was quiet. Kuwabara fidgeted in his chair, playing with his breakfast more than eating it. He glanced nervously around the room, questions welling up and dying before he could ask them. After Kuwabara had stabbed his breakfast thoroughly, Yusuke sighed angrily.

"What?" he demanded hoarsely.

Kuwabara flinched and looked away. "What happened last night?" he asked, finally meeting Yusuke's eyes.

"Bad things," Yusuke admitted softly. "You don't want to know. I was so out of control. At the time, it felt good, it felt right. But now…when I woke up, I just…I remember it differently now. I can't believe it's all real."

"Did Kurama kill the lady?" Kuwabara asked.

"Yeah, I guess. I mean, it's why we were there," Yusuke shrugged.

"Did he really drag it out or something?" Kuwabara pressed.

"Nah, not so much. He kinda took it out on her husband, so by the time she got home I think Kurama was calmer," Yusuke replied.

"The husband too?" Kuwabara seemed incredulous.

"Yeah. That was bad. And her mom too." Yusuke buried his head in his hands. "And her kids," he mumbled, so softly Kuwabara almost didn't hear.

Kuwabara almost flipped the table. "Children?" he demanded. "Didn't you guys learn anything from the Amanuma thing?" Kuwabara stood abruptly and paced roughly across the kitchen, shaking his head incredulously. Yusuke sighed harshly and closed his eyes.

"I don't know what to do," Yusuke whispered.

"What exactly happened last night?" Kuwabara demanded, sitting across from Yusuke and staring him down.

"I don't even remember all of it," Yusuke admitted, hanging his head.

"Bull. Try harder," Kuwabara insisted.

"I really don't," Yusuke protested. "When I got there, the atmosphere was so intense I couldn't even stay human. It wasn't quite like when Raizen took over, but it was nearly that bad. I was just acting on instinct, I couldn't control it and I didn't want to."

"So you killed them and you couldn't stop it?" Kuwabara clarified.

"No, the mom was already dead when I got there. I'm not sure about the husband. I just remember the kid. I don't even remember if it was a girl or a boy. I just held it and Hiei told me to kill it and I did. I didn't even question him." Yusuke had a haunted look on his face.

Kuwabara's anger was growing, and he clenched his hands into fists under the table. "That's not an excuse! Kurama went there to get his twisted revenge on the woman who hurt Shiori. I disagreed, but it's Kurama and he's weird about his mom so I left you guys to it. But there's never an excuse to bring the rest of her family into it," he insisted, banging the table to emphasize his point.

Yusuke didn't protest Kuwabara's rant. "I know," he finally agreed.

"So that's it?" Kuwabara demanded.

"I don't know what else to do!" Yusuke said desperately. "What do I do?"

"Hey, this is your thing," Kuwabara said. "Talk to Kurama about it. Or Hiei, but good luck with that one."

"Kurama's probably with his mom," Yusuke sighed. "I really don't want to go home."

"Fine. You can stay here," Kuwabara relented. "But you gotta be the one to explain if Shizuru asks what you're doing here."

Yusuke nodded.

"Is that the worst of it?" Kuwabara pressed.

"It's part," Yusuke admitted. "I'm not sure what to call the worst of it."

Kuwabara groaned. "What could be worse?"

"I'm pretty sure I kissed Hiei," Yusuke joked.

"Wait, really?" Kuwabara grimaced.

"Yeah," Yusuke smiled. "I don't think you'd want to hear the full story."

"Maybe not," Kuwabara decided. "I'm pretty sure I have to take a shower now. But really? Killing a kid wasn't the worst?"

"You don't want to know," Yusuke said.

"Someday I want to," Kuwabara insisted. "Maybe not today though."