Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Chicago Sky ❯ Chicago Sky ( Chapter 1 )

Chicago Sky

 

Location: Small Town outside of Chicago

Time: Early 1900's late 1800's

 

Kurama walked down the street briskly. The wind was frosty, but not too, too hard. He needed to get to his job before he was late, so he really didn't mind the wind. He pulled his coat closer to him and put a hand over his cap to keep it from blowing away. There was only a block left. He pulled out his old pocket watch and flipped it opened to look at it. He had about two minutes left before e was officially late. He started into a jog as a very expensive car passed by. Kurama glanced inside of it, not knowing that he and the man inside were to meet in the future. But Kurama did know where that car was going. It was going to the hotel he worked for, and if he wasn't there before it was, he would be fired. His job was to park the cars, easy job, but lousy tips.

He had to take a short cut if he wanted to get there quickly. He sprinted off the sidewalk and into an alley. He ran quickly with puddles of water splashing under his feet. Soon he came to a wooden fence. He climbed a few boxes and jumped over the fence. He landed right by the hotel and saw that the car had just pulled up. The car was black and polished, indicating that it was new.

Kurama ran up to the car and reached to open the back door for the man, but it opened by its self. Kurama backed up as a man got out of the car. He had long black hair that reached down to the small of his back and a black top hat on with a black cape to match. When Kurama looked at him he was stunned to see violet eyes staring at him curiously.

“Is parking my car really so important that you have to jump a fence, lad?”

“It's my job, sir. If I am not on time I'll be fired and it is a horrible time to get fired when the cold month are near. And I am not a lad, I am eighteen years of age and old enough to join the service,”

“Are you? Eighteen? Hmm…only ten years younger then myself, you are. I guess you could be considered a man…though a young one who has just crossed the brink of being a child,”

“Yes, I guess you could say that. Now, if you will, please give my your keys so I may park your car for you,”

“That's not necessary. As you see, I already have a driver who can park my car. But I would be very please if you showed me to my room, number 8, I believe,”

“Okay,” said Kurama with a nod.

Kurama started to pick up the man's suitcase, but the man took it before him. Kurama bit his lip in frustration. “If you will,” said Kurama politely while gesturing to the man's suitcase.

“That's very much okay. I can handle it,”

“No, I insist, really,” said Kurama, knowing that his boss would get angry if he saw him not carrying the luggage.

“My, are we generous. Begging to carry my belongings? How very kind of you, but I will carry my own. Just lead me to my room if you will,”

“No I won't until you give me your luggage!” Shouted Kurama.

The man gave a short chuckle. “Cute one, he is,” he thought. What the man did next both surprised and frightened him. The man reached down and picked Kurama up and threw him over his shoulder and started towards the hotel door with his luggage in his other hand.

“Ah! By god, let me go! I have a job to do!”

“Yes, just tell me where my room is and I'll let you go, sweetie,” said the man, accidentally letting the name slip. But he liked the feel of saying it.

“What?” Gasped Kurama.

“Oh nothing, lad,”

“I'm telling you, I'm not a lad!” Shouted Kurama.

Suddenly Kurama went ice cold when he saw his boss right in front of him. He let out a gasp, followed by a groan. “Kurama Minamino! What are you doing?! You're supposed to be helping him! Not adding more to his burdens!”

“I-,” Started Kurama in an attempt to explain himself, but a hand when over his mouth and the man turned around to face Kurama's boss. Kurama didn't feel to well when he could see his boss. The man holding him could say anything!

“I asked to carry him, Mr…umm?”

“Mr. Stewards,” Answered the man.

“Oh, yes. I thought Kurama mentioned you. Told me about how great of a boss you are. And excuse me, my name is Karasu,”

“Did he? Oh, I don't know what to say. But why do you want to carry him?”

“I wanted to get to get a feel of him, he's quite easy on the eyes, don't you think?”

The man was quite stunned for a moment. Kurama quickly wiggled his way out of Karasu's grasp and looked at him in his violet eyes. He huffed and puffed angrily with flushed cheeks from embarrassment in front of his boss.

“You-you! How could you!!” Yelled Kurama.

“Kurama. Could I have a word with you in my office for a moment?”

“But-but you don't-,”

“That's enough. Report there immediately, I think we should have a talk,”

Kurama walked sadly down the hall and into a door in the hall while casting Karasu a depressed look while his boss wasn't looking. After the door was securely shut, Mr. Stewards turned to Karasu with an apologetic look on his pale face.

“I'm very sorry for the trouble. Your room is right up there to the right,” he said while pointing up the stairs.

Karasu gave a short nod. “I'll have to catch up with that little one later,” Thought Karasu eagerly. He started up the stairs with his suitcase, leaving the old man at the bottom.

 

Meanwhile with Kurama**********************************************

 

Kurama nervously twiddled his thumbs and glanced around the musty office. The walls were a tarnished yellow from the smoking his boss did. On the desk were papers everywhere, a few where sitting on top of an old record player.

Suddenly the door started to open. Kurama froze and bit his lip hard enough to draw blood. As the old man walked in Kurama held his breath. The man sat down on his old creek chair and folded his hands on his messy desk. He sighed and looked at Kurama.

“Sir, I can explain-,”

“I don't want to hear it Kurama. You know how you have the gift of appearance, you can't go around seducing men-,”

“I didn't! It was him! I didn't do anything! I-,”

“Kurama,” he growled. “You're very close to getting fired, I suggest to lower your voice this instant. Now I want you to go up there and apologize to that man, understand?”

Kurama got up, a bit angry from what his boss was inferring. But he nodded and left the room and went up stairs to Mr. Karasu's room and knocked slowly, the only reason he was doing this was to keep his job. Kurama heard footsteps approaching the door and then the door slowly opened and there stood Karasu.

“Helllllllo, how may I help you?” Asked Karasu seductively.

Kurama blushed heavily and looked at his feet. “I…I'm here to apologize. I'm sorry for…well…I'm not sure…but I'm sorry,”

“You're not? I believe you are guilty of theft,” Karasu while slowly leading Kurama into the room. Kurama, unaware that he was moving cocked his head to the side. “What are you talking about? I didn't even touch your luggage,”

“You've stolen my heart, dear,” Karasu purred.

“Wha-,”

Suddenly Karasu grabbed onto Kurama's shoulders and pushed him into a wall and took him in a furious yet passionate kiss…though it was a bit one sided. Suddenly the door opened and his boss walked in.

“Mr. Karasu a believe you have a bit of mail-,”

He stopped and dropped the letter he was holding and stared at Kurama pressed against the wall with Karasu claiming his lips.

“Kurama Minamino! That's the last straw! You're fired!”

Karasu took his lips off Kurama's and looked at the man. “Finally,” he laughed.

Karasu lifted Kurama off the ground and once again threw him over his shoulder and started to leave the room, leaving the man in complete awe.

“No! Wait! Wait! Let go off me! Help me! I don't want to leave!” Yelled Kurama as he was carried out of the hotel.

Kurama vaguely heard a door of a car being opened and felt himself being thrown in it. He felt the man get in and close the door.

“Let's go,” he told the driver who was eyeing Kurama curiously.

The car started moving and Kurama soon regained sense. He quickly sat up and started unrolling a window.

“Help! Help! I'm being kidnapped!! I-,” Suddenly a hand was clasped over Kurama mouth and Karasu pulled his head back into the car. The next thing Kurama knew he was laying down with Karasu on top of him Once again he kissing him fervently.

“Hush, love. You're coming with me now. You said it yourself; it's a horrible predicament to be without a job in the cold months. You'll live with me,”

“I don't want to live with you! I want to freeze!”

“Never, never ever. I'm not letting you get away now that I've found you, itooshi,”

“But-but, don't I get a say in this?!”

“Nope, sorry,”

“But why?! I met you about…,” Kurama pulled out his pocket watch and flipped it opened and looked at it. “Twenty minutes!”

“Because I love you,”

“But you don't know me!”

“I guess it was love at first sight. Lovely thing it is if it's as lovely as you,”

“No! I-,”

“Excuse me, sir. But we're there,”

“Oh, good. Let's go, Kurama,”

“No,” said stubbornly.

Karasu cocked an eyebrow and once again took Kurama in his arms and started carrying him out. Kurama pouted and avoided Karasu's eyes that studied him affectionately.

Kurama looked up after a while and saw that they were going into a very large Chicago hotel. Kurama gasped when he saw inside. Inside the floors were marble and chandeliers hung from the ceiling. Kurama saw that Karasu approaching an elevator. Inside the elevator Karasu pushed “floor 68,” the highest floor.

Kurama cringed as the elevator started moving, showing he had never been on one,”

After a few minutes it all stopped and the doors slide open. Karasu walked out and then into a door on the left. Kurama gasped as he saw that he was in the penthouse of the building.

“Do you like it? It's the best they have,”

Kurama slowly nodded his head and stared in awe. Karasu led…er… carried him into a room. “This is our room,”

Kurama looked around and saw an oak dresser and a few windows, and last but certainly not least for Karasu, a black silk bed that was fit for two. He threw Kurama on it and followed him on it.

“Do you like this?”

“I…I,” Stuttered Kurama.

“You do! I know you love it. And you'll get to sleep in it tonight, so don't worry. But for now…”

Karasu threw Kurama into a laying position and got on top of him and kissed him again passionately, begging for entrance to Kurama's mouth by licking his lips sensually. Kurama clamped his mouth closed and threw Karasu off him. Karasu landed on the ground with a “thump” and looked at Kurama with a puzzled expression.

“What was that for? I thought you liked it,”

“Then I guess you didn't hear me when I was pleading to get away! I'm leaving!”

“Oh really now?”

 

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