Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Chicago Sky ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Chapter 3

 

Kurama stumbled into the stone tomb house as Karasu pushed and prodded in him gently, yet firmly. The air was stale, but surprisingly, the walls were clean. It looked like no one had been in there for ages! Inside the room, was a lone sarcophagus made from granite and stone. It sent chills down his spine, and it didn't help that it was completely dark, with no light except for the very small flat windows at the top of the walls. Just out of Kurama's reach if he stood on his toes.

But then another fear entered Kurama's mind. Where was Karasu? Suddenly he felt someone grab him from behind and pull him down. Kurama gasped and tried to fight as he was pulled, mostly dragged, but his fight was to no avail. He was soon lying down completely on the dusty stone cold floor.

“Karasu?”

“Yes, love?” Purred Karasu and he settled down near Kurama on the floor, laying down.

“Why are you making me lay down?”

“It's romantic, isn't it? Laying in a tomb house, the final resting place of someone that had probably never crossed our paths. And next to you makes it even better,”

“What?! Don't tell me you come here often!” Kurama shouted, trying to get up, but Karasu's arm around his waist kept in him place on the floor.

“No, not this on, anyways. This is a new one. I like to go to the uptown graves. So much darker. How about you? Which ones do you prefer?”

“Well, I don't usually do things like this…it seems sort of wrong and disrespectful,”

“Disrespect? Oh, I see how you are now. So what do you like to do, love? Or is it too obscene for you to speak of?”

Kurama blushed. “No, I-I'm not bad like that. I-,”

Kurama stopped as he felt Karasu's hands on him own, then working their way to his chest.

“Now bad? Now, I don't believe that for a moment. That boss of yours seemed to think different,”

“Well, he…” Kurama trailed off as he felt Karasu's icy hands on the back of his neck, stoking the fine hairs that stood up for his touch.

“H-he…he…” Tried once more to say something but then again trailed off.

Karasu's hands moved to Kurama's chest and then his face. Kurama felt so much chills he felt he was going to become numb.

Kurama abruptly and quickly crawled away from Karasu's touch. He franticly ran to the door and tried to pry it open, but it would not budge. He banged at it until his hands became sore.

“Please! Let me out!” Cried Kurama in a loud voice, clearly not thinking straight. They were miles away from the city.

He quickly turned around and saw Karasu coming towards him slowly, his footsteps echoing slightly in the small stone chamber.

Kurama quickly turned around and when back to banging on the stone door.

“No!! No, no, no!! This can't be happening! Let me out!!” Kurama banged harder on the door, and before he knew it, his hands were bloodied with crimson.

“Love, don't do that! Oh my, you're hurting your lovely hands. That's not very nice,”

Karasu quickly grabbed Kurama's hands and stroked them with care. You've hurt your hands terribly! Oh, these will definite need medical care. Come now, our fun is over. He will return to my penthouse at once, understand?”

Kurama pulled his hands back painfully and shook his head violently.

“No! I'm not going with you! I know what kind of person you are! Don't think I don't know what you want from me! And-And…I think you're sick!”

“Sick? Oh, that's quite the assumption, itoshi. What have I done for you to classify me as such? Yes, I touched your neck, chest, and perhaps that pretty little face of yours, but nothing more. I don't think I'm sick, perhaps I may seem sick for I am so in love,”

“Love? You call this love?! I call this mental abuse! I demand you let me out this instant! And let me leave you!”

“I'll let you leave this chamber, but certainly not let you leave me. I'm afraid that may never happen,”

“But I need a say in this! I-,”

“No love, you don't. But please, things will come so much more easily for you if you don't always protest. Now, come, I should treat your hands as soon as possible. We must leave,”

Kurama sighed, defeated. He couldn't do anything right now. “Yes, Karasu. I will go, but before that…” Kurama walked to the center of the tomb and dusted off the top of the sarcophagus and motion Karasu to come over quietly. Karasu walked over as his shoes made soft clicking sounds on the hard floor. He looked down upon the sarcophagus and saw a name that was clearly engraved upon the marble stone and was illuminated by the light for the full moon that came through the high windows.

“Fredrick…” spoke Karasu slowly. He looked to the date to see that he had died only two years before at the age of 20. Karasu knitted his brow as he looked down to Kurama.

“Was he really…??”

Kurama laughed. “No. I was just kidding I guess,”

“Oh really? I was starting to get the impression that you go after the wealthy men, you gold-digger,” Karasu said while looking around the engraved walls of the tomb.

Kurama growled and shoved Karasu, but to no avail. He quickly withdraw his hands, and cradled them as they bleed even more.

Karasu, seeing Kurama pain, smiled. “You poor boy, Kurama. Come with me,”

Kurama listened stubbornly as Karasu led him out of the stone house. Not to mention easily opening the door of which Kurama couldn't.

They walked along side the road, apparently looking for some sort of car passing by, but none did. They walked for what seemed like hours as the night grew darker, and then started to because a dim light.

Karasu slowed his pace and looked at Kurama, who was slightly behind him. He was barely able to walk, so exhausted both mentally and physically. Then Karasu completely stopped.

“Itooshi, pet, do you need help walking? You look weary…”

Kurama was suddenly offended and his tried to look awake. “Need help walking? Are you mad?! I can walk for myself,” Kurama said as he clumsy tripped over his own feet. Kurama landed on his hands and knees, making a spark go through Karasu's body.

“Kurama, if you're tired, bit could stop, rest maybe? Just for a bit,” Karasu said, trying to reason with Kurama.

“Yes, just-just a bit. A moment…not even…--------,”

Kurama passed out on the side of the road. Karasu tsked and walked over to Kurama. “Stop over-estimating yourself like that, dear. You'll cause your own death,”

He picked Kurama up and carried him out into a field of high soft grass. Never would he let his pet lie by the road like common road kill, or to be a victim of abduction. Even though he was a victim of abduction with Karasu…it was different, in a way…

As soon as he got to the middle of the field, he laid Kurama down into the tall grass and admired how it framed his body oh so wonderfully. But then again, he may get cold…

Karasu took off his long cape and laid in on Kurama as if it was a blanket. Needless to say, Kurama treated it as one by holding it tightly.

Karasu laid down next to Kurama and held him tight and close. What could he say? He was in love…

 

 

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