Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Erotic ❯ You have a beautiful physique ( Chapter 1 )

I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho or any of its characters. If I did I'd make sure that Kurama becomes Karasu's lover bitch whore.

This fic is rated NC-17 for sexual situations, nudity, sadomasochism and the heavy involvement of the porn industry.

The main plot is something a little different that doesn't involve Kurama being Hiei's lover or any BS like that. I'm 100% pure pro-Karasu/Kurama. Sexy people should be with other sexy people. Don't get me wrong, Hiei is attractive, but he reminds me too much of Vegeta to work with him in the coupling thing. And most writers raped Hiei's character by making him in denial with his feelings.

AU. Kurama is a sophomore in college. Karasu comes back but as a very popular porn photographer, but has no memory of what happened. Find out what happens when they meet again.

--------Chapter 1: You have a beautiful physique

It was four years after the Ankoku Bujutsukai. Yusuke and Kuwabara are in their last year of high school. Kurama is a sophomore in college and Hiei still wanders throughout the Makai training to become a more powerful demon.

Kurama had won a full scholarship to his college, but living, however was a different story. Kurama preferred not to live with anyone in his dorm and stayed alone. His mother was gladly helping him pay out his rent and his necessities, but Kurama could not accept his mother to pay for everything. But after a long discussion, both of them came to a compromise: Kurama would pay his bills, food and half his rent, while his mother the other half. Yet Shiori was always willing to pay for anything else that her son needed.

Shuuichi Minamino's job was menial but paid above the minimum wage. He rarely bought anything for himself, but once and a while he indulged himself in a small box of chocolate. Life was tough but if he wanted to be on top of the others, he would have to give up many things.

College was nothing like high school. There were more over-achievers and the competition was even fiercer. The teachers were more apathetic and could care less about the students. If you had to get their attention you had to be the kind of student that bothered them 24/7. Many students whored themselves to the teachers. And when they mean `whored' they mean WHORED.

Kurama sighed as he sat outside to eat his lunch and pulled out a big Calculus book on his lap. A few crumbs from his sandwich fell onto the book. But this was normal. Most of his books had coffee stains, fruit juice, tea, vegetable, chicken wing, chocolate, and other stains in all his books. Once he had a nosebleed and it bled all over his physics book.

It was one of those regular days where nothing new happened. Kurama ate his food slowly and looked at the students passing by. But today there was something strange. A lot of people were crowded around the grounds entrance. It might have been some newscasters or some sort of fight, thought Kurama.

In the crowd there was a very tall dark man with a camera around his neck. He seemed calm despite all the people hollering to catch his attention. But none of the people caught his eyes.

"Oi Shuuichi! Guess who's here!" yelled one of his friends, running to his side.

Kurama blinked in confusion, "Well who is it, Shinji?"

Shinji stared at his friend in disbelief. "Do not tell me that you do NOT know who that man is!!"

"I don't know who that man is."

"Shuuichi don't you read porn like normal people?"

"No and one doesn't read porn, you look at porn."

"Ah whatever! Listen that man is like the best porn photographer in the whole nation!"

"Please, all of Japan? Sounds farfetched to me."

"Hey you're not the one that reads porn, so you wouldn't know. Anyway his name is Raven Cortez and his photos and models are AMAZING. He goes out in the streets and handpicks them! And they're not all big boobed or have big cocks, but there's something about them that's like gorgeous! Sometimes the people were like overweight and like wow, he can really change them like whoa."

"Cortez? Isn't that Spanish?"

"Well according to some interview, his dad's from Spain and his mom is Japanese. He was born in Madrid and stayed there until he was eight… uh then I think he went to the states until eighteen. The rest is in Japan."

"Ten years in the states? How's his Japanese?"

"The guy's frickin' poly-lingual! He speaks perfect Spanish, and his English is top notch. And since his mom was Japanese and did go to America, he learned his Japanese there and here. I also heard he knows Italian and Korean."

"And he's how old now?"

"Last time I checked… I think he's thirty."

"Well what's the big deal about him coming to our campus?"

"Earth to Shuuichi! HELLO! He's out here to pick some people! Whoever he picks will be rich and famous!"

"Rich and famous? Which magazine does he WORK for?"

"Erotic."

"Wait he's the main photographer for Erotic magazine?"

"Aah so you do read porno."

"No, I was at a friends house recently and he was telling me random facts that he found out. One of which was that Erotic was the top porn magazine in Japan and becoming popular in other countries too. I heard there are different kinds of issues, depending what people are into: lesbian, gay, hetero, or just nude models."

"Ah-ha whatever Shuuichi. I know you looked at them."

Kurama scoffed, "Why don't you go to him then?"

Shinji sulked, "He said `No, not enough,' to me."

Kurama laughed, "Then stop being so hyped up on a guy that rejected you."

"Easy for you to say. You're the one that supposedly doesn't read porn."

"For the last time you look at porn, not READ it!"

"Oh snap Shuuichi he's coming this way!"

"What? Who?"

"Hello there. You have a beautiful physique. May I have a closer look at you?" replied a voice from behind.

Kurama turned around and felt like spitting out his drink. That "Raven Cortez" was Karasu! There was no doubt about it either, except that his eyes were blue and his long hair was in a ponytail. He still dressed in dark clothing, but only difference is that it looked more gothic than his old vampire stalker outfit from the tournament.

"May I ask, who are you?" replied Kurama, trying not to sound suspicious or upset.

"How rude of me. My name is Raven Cortez and you are?"

Kurama was about to turn around and walk away when Shinji yelled, "Shuuichi Minamino!"

Dammit, thought Kurama.

"Shuuichi…" replied Karasu. "Such a lovely name, for a very beautiful person."

All the people that were crowded around him started mumbling in envy and in awe. Some of the females went "Woo!!" and others whistled. Kurama barely blushed.

"I'm interested in you Shuuichi. I'd like you to be one of my models. Don't worry, the pay is very good and you have a lot of benefits to it as well."

"No I'm not interested."

More chattering was heard.

"Well if you ever become interested in for any reason, here's my card," said Karasu writing behind his card and whispered into Kurama's ear. "And that is my private number if you're ever interested in something much more…"

Kurama's face went from a fading pink to a hot red. "Thank you, but don't expect me to call you."

"I won't worry too much about it," answered Karasu, removing a lock of his ebony hair from his face. "I am a very busy man after all. But I must go. I have a photo shoot in an hour. It was nice meeting you Shuuichi; please put my offer into consideration."

And just like nothing, Karasu turned around and walked away from Kurama. He did not touch him, harass him, play with his hair, or did anything that he used to do. Well all except the whispering, but that was because he didn't want the people to hear what he said.

But he'll always be the same, thought Kurama. No one changes. I mean he definitely wants to screw me. He wouldn't have given me his private number if he didn't. I'll have to report this to Koemna later.

Later at night after studying for an up coming Calculus test, Kurama went into his room and changed into his pajamas. The alarm clock blinked 2AM. Most of the time he was too tired to even change into anything else.

After buttoning his shirt, the phone rang.

It rang for a good minute before Kurama realized that the phone was ringing and picked it up.

"Moshi, moshi?"

"Hello Shuuichi. I was wondering if you'd like to come over to a party."

"Wait who the hell is this?"

"Raven."

"What the-!? Where did you get my phone number!?"

"I asked around and a little birdie told me. Do I have your word that you'll be there?"

"No! What's your problem! It's frickin' 2 o'clock in the morning! People sleep at this hour! And I won't be going to your festra!"

"Actually many people are awake at this hour and the word is fiesta, not festra," replied Karasu with a Spanish accent on the foreign word. But it didn't stop there. "But know what? That offended me so much that I've decided not to invite you. I'm still offering you that job to be my model, but until you stop raping my language, I won't be taking you places."

And the strange part was, to Kurama, Karasu was very calm and spoke seriously, like it really offended him. Normally Karasu would play around and mess with his mind, but this was certainly… different. But in a way it was a form of messing with Kurama's mind.

"Well I'm not interested and I'm certainly not thinking of going to a place with YOU. So good night Mr.- -click- wait hello? Mr. Cortez? Karasu!?"

Karasu hung up on him before he even finished his sentence.

The nerve of that man.