Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Erotic ❯ Fooly Cooling Around ( Chapter 10 )

Disclaimers: I do not own YYH or any of its characters. But I do own all of the characters that were introduced in the later chapters. Bohemian Rhapsody belongs to Queen, not me. Magic Knight Rayearth and any of its characters belongs to CLAMP.

 

This fic is rated NC-17 for sexual situations, nudity, sadomasochism and the heavy involvement of the porn industry. If you don't like this or the coupling, get out and save yourself some time. In this chapter, there will be traces of incest, so if you're not into that stuff, don't read it.

 

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

 

Thank you for all of your reviews, they were awesome. For those that read the lemon chapter, I hope you liked it. It has been a good long time since I've written one. And for a treat, you get another one in this chapter. So those from ff. net want to read it, head for the mediaminer one.

 

Reminder that anything that is underlined but in English and in quotes is said in another language, usually English by Raven. Example would be “Hello, I do porn for a living.” Hello, I, and for a living are assumed to be said in Japanese while do porn is said in English. And for the singing aspect, there won't be any underlining if sung originally in English. It will be italicized so you know it's not dialogue.

 

Enjoy!

 

-----Chapter 10: Fooly Cooling Around

 

The two lovers were in each other's arms, only that the younger of the two was laying on top of the older. It didn't matter to either of them. It just felt right to them, like a jigsaw puzzle with the two corresponding pieces held perfectly together. But even in the cozy and secure atmosphere of the pair's “fitting” aura, the question at hand remained.

 

Kurama was shocked, no surprised, at Raven's confession. He wasn't exactly expecting to be asked to be his boyfriend, but he knew the day would come when Raven eventually would ask him that.

 

“What do you say?” asked Karasu, cupping Kurama's left cheek with his hand.

 

It was late, well not really so late at night. It was going to be nine pretty soon, but that didn't matter. Kurama knew he should have studied today, but he didn't. He spent the rest of this day having mind blowing sex with Raven and he still didn't sort his feelings yet.

 

`You are one hell of a wreck Minamino,' thought Kurama.

 

“Are you okay Shuuichi?”

 

“Yes, it's just… it's just that I'm a bit surprised by your declaration of love.”

 

“Well I do love you. Since I saw you, I knew something about you was way different. I know my religion says that I'm not supposed to believe in reincarnation, but for some reason I felt that we've known each other before.”

 

`Have we ever…'

 

“Perhaps we have,” answered the fox.

 

“Tell me what you think. I need to know now,” Raven replied in desperation.

 

“Well…I don't know how I feel exactly. But I have to admit that I do have feelings for you, and not just friendship feelings, but something a little deeper than that.”

 

Ravened grinned, “Like friends with benefits?”

 

“No, not like that. I'm trying to be serious, Raven.”

 

“I'm listening.”

 

“I guess what I'm trying to say is that I do like you, a lot in fact. And I don't really know what this feeling truly is, but I know it's something heartfelt, even though you do scare me sometimes.”

 

“I'm going to take that as a yes,” said Raven a little frazzled with Kurama's statement. “Just don't beat around the bush again.”

 

“I won't.” Kurama blushed softly when all what happened fully sank in. He was Raven's boyfriend and that meant a lot of fringe benefits. Sex, money, tactile support, sex, connections, a tutor for his English, sex, entertainment, and more sex were at his disposal. What a person to fall in love with! Very rich, good looking, and great in bed. And just because he was a generally good person, didn't mean he couldn't take pleasure in the thought of sex. He was a demon after all…

 

----Morning

 

“Okay this is our plan,” said Yuko.

 

“Yuko, did you ever at least once consider that Karasu is happy as a human?” replied Nissho, carrying Yuko on his back.

 

“Quiet you!” she said whipping him with a ribbon. “It's not about Karasu!”

 

“Ow! Then what's it about?”

 

“Revenge! That goddamned Youko Kurama will pay for killing him!”

 

“And you know this how?”

 

“Because I was at the Ankoku Bujutsukai, you fucker!” This time Yuko was carrying Nissho, who was about several inches taller than her, on her back.

 

“Yuko, why am I on your back?”

 

“Because I need to think!”

 

“People are looking at us Yuko.”

 

Yuko continued to walk while giving Nissho a piggyback ride. She thought best under pressure, and it was with both in the literal and the metaphoric sense. She didn't care about what the people thought. They were stupid humans. Why should she care about such trivial creatures?

 

Yuko was the eldest child of Lord Ukase, a powerful crow tengu. Within a few years, Yuko would inherit much of her father's fortune and become an extremely wealthy Lady demon. But she didn't want any of that. She was already a second-class, rank S demon and could care less what the riches had to offer her. This female demon was donned Yuko the Strange because of her wild and odd antics. It wasn't rebellious or troublesome, just so strange. Even her specialty power, which only was a hobby of hers and not really her innate area of expertise, was considered erratic amongst all the demons.

 

This power, or hobby, was to control ribbons and use them as a weapon. Weak as it seemed to all, Yuko had perfected its art and converted a “girly” hobby to become a very formidable weapon with various techniques that went with it.

 

“Okay, we told Kageromaru to be here, but I don't see him anywhere. You stay here and watch. I need to get some ribbons.”

 

“You're wearing plenty,” replied Nissho, getting off Yuko's back.

 

“I'm going to need more,” she pouted and stamped her foot on the pavement.

 

“Kageromaru has no way to get into the Ningenkai. He won't be here Yuko.”

 

“Yes he is. Now stay put.”

 

“No.”

 

“No? What do you mean by no!?”

 

Nissho folded his arms and glared into the weird girl's violet eyes. “You're not my boss.”

 

“I'm older than you!”

 

“I am the same rank as you!”

 

Yuko grabbed her long black ribbon around her neck and extended it. She wound the ends around her fists and went into a fighting stance.

 

Nissho looked at Yuko and sneered. “I don't want to fight you.”

 

“You seem confident enough,” replied Yuko. “We haven't fought in ages. Let's get to it.”

 

“I don't want to waste my energy with the likes of you.”

 

With those words said, Nissho turned around and walked away from the Amazon-like female. He knew she was crazy, well more eccentric to put it in better words, but he didn't want to give her his sympathy over her inane requests and ideas just because she was `special.'

 

“The likes of me is your own sister…” she replied in a deathlike manner.

 

Nissho froze. Whenever Yuko changed her usual cheerful disposition into one full of hatred and darkness, there would be trouble. His sister was not bipolar in any way, just extremely optimistic in a very eccentric style, unlike his younger brother Kageromaru who was positive in the normal sense. Her lovely violet eyes were filled with anger and doom. Her porcelain skin became ghastly pale, while her red rose lips became the color of blood.

 

Next thing Nissho knew, his mouth was full of asphalt and dirt. His neck suddenly lifted his head by means of a long ribbon. The ribbon began to coil around Nissho's neck, not exactly chocking him but very close to it. Yuko's boot stepped on Nissho's head and pulled on the satin ribbon to strangle her brother.

 

“Do you want to die so badly Nissho?” She tightened her grip on the ribbon, constricting deeper into Nissho's flesh. “I'd be glad to take your life away. I have no qualms for filicide at all.”

 

----Erotic Building

 

“Karin,” said Raven.

 

Karin was sitting in the café, minding her own business. She was still very upset with Raven and didn't want to hear whatever he had to say. She twirled a lock of her curly brown hair and began to put on some makeup, fully ignoring the photographer.

 

“Karin, hear me out now. Karin I'm sorry, please forgive me.”

 

“I thought I heard something. Must be my nagging boss or something insignificant.”

 

“Karin-”

 

“Raven,” she said in annoyance. “Will you just leave me alone? I am not in the mood to deal with your bullshit apologies.”

 

“Can I at least explain?”

 

“No.”

 

“Fine you're right. I treated you horribly, acted like a complete hypocrite, and my apologies are full of shit. So I'll let my boyfriend explain to you.”

 

Karin's eyes widened in interest. Boyfriend? What boyfriend? Raven never had a boyfriend, just sexual escapades. Who the hell would he possibly referring to?

 

And like if it was on cue, Kurama came from one of the stands with a drink in his hands and sat across from Karin. He sipped his strawberry smoothie and received a kiss from Raven, leaving some of the pink cream on his lips. (Of which Karasu licked off with much pleasure.)

 

“Hello Watanabe-san,” said Kurama.

 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! How much did you pay Shuuichi to say that, huh?” Karin was extremely incredulous with the scene. Red could not be Raven's boyfriend. It seemed so fast, yet not fully unexpected. It couldn't be true.

 

“None, Karin,” answered Karasu.

 

Karin looked at Kurama's face. “It's true, Watanabe-san. Raven and I have gotten into a relationship.”

 

“What he means is that we've become an item.”

 

Shuuichi elbowed Karasu's stomach. “I don't ask you to forgive Raven. I mean who could? But at least talk to him.”

 

The French woman sighed and looked at Raven. He had a goofy, stupid look on his face, obviously trying to make her laugh or give him sympathy. She looked at Kurama, who seemed to be enjoying the shoulder massage Raven was giving him. There was no way that Kurama would lie. Not of that sort of thing. “Can I see you do each other some time?”

 

Raven exhaled noisily in relief. “It's up to Shuuichi.”

 

“Red, will you?”

 

“No!” Kurama answered in alarm.

 

“Will you at least come back to work?” asked Raven.

 

“…”

 

----Raven's Office

 

“Don't stop! Oh, don't stop!”

 

He had no idea how Raven did it, but the photographer somehow convinced Kurama to have sex with him on his desk.

 

“I thought you told me that you didn't want it,” chuckled the Spaniard while he kissed Kurama's neck and slowly lowered his free hand towards his lover's neglected sex.

 

The sex was fast and wonderful, but it was slightly uncomfortable. Raven had to hold onto the far side of his desk to keep himself straight, while his legs managed to balance his powerful thrusts. Another problem was that Kurama moved a lot, causing them to almost slip off the desk. That setback was fixed when Raven instructed the fox to wrap all his limps around him. Kurama found it especially uncomfortable because he lay on many items, most of which were knocked off (phone, pens, pencils, papers, folders, magazines, and almost Raven's expensive laptop) to the floor.

 

Despite all the technical difficulties, the quick lovemaking was very enjoyable.

 

Raven groaned in extreme pleasure every time he pounded Kurama's heated entrance, very surprised that his lover was still awfully tight and could withstand his huge penis. He took delight in every moment of their speedy intercourse, just wanting more and more of Kurama's warmth and delicious taste. The crow bit Kurama's collarbone a little too hard, drawing out his hot red blood, lapping the luscious liquid which he zealously sucked until he left a large red mark on his lover.

 

Kurama hissed at the pain of the bite, but enjoyed the feel of Raven's velvety tongue on his flesh. He didn't know for sure whether they were having sex or making love. It was irrelevant. Well at least for now, of course.

 

But secretly Kurama was disappointed that no fellatio was involved, like the first time he was at Raven's office. Ever since he caught sight of his boyfriend's large erection, he couldn't stop thinking about how it must taste. The whole time from his house to Erotic's main building he thought of nothing but the great phallus. About its size, color, shape, everything. How thick and long and hot was that throbbing organ, and just to put it in his mouth and draw out its flavor. To finally know what it was like to taste your lover's natural essence and swallow its goodness, only to discover that you want more. To crave it. To need it. Just to think that underneath those black pants lies a monster waiting to get out of its restraints and unleash its engorged and heated passion, really turned Kurama on.

All this, and more, Kurama daydreamed during his car ride.

 

After a few more hard thrusts, Kurama arched his back and moaned loudly as he released onto their stomachs. The muscles of the inner walls constricted against Raven's member and sent him to his climax. The two panted against each other's necks, Raven carefully and gently pulled away from the boy. The former sat on his chair while the latter laid on the desk.

 

“Thank God I used a condom or this would have been messier than it already is,” replied the photographer after evening his breaths. He removed the used contraceptive and threw it at the wastebasket next to his desk. The crow grabbed some tissues from a drawer and wiped his release from his penis, but noticed that his black shirt was covered with Kurama's seed.

 

Kurama's face was still flushed but his gasps lessened. “I think I ruined your shirt.”

 

Raven pulled up his pants and clasped the button and zipper. His belt was thrown near the side door to the left of desk that led to the bathroom. Damn he really should be careful where he tossed his things. But his shirt wasn't ruined; all it needed was a simple wash and luckily he wore an undershirt and had extra clothes in his office.

 

A smile appeared on the man's face. “Don't worry about it.”

 

The door suddenly burst opened with an angry Megumi and a panicked Mrs. Suzuki. “I tried to stop her Mr. Cortez, but she insisted to see you.”

 

“It's okay Mrs. Suzuki,” replied Raven. “You can leave her here and go.”

 

“Yes sir,” and the secretary quickly closed the door as she left.

 

Kurama immediately shot up and hastily pulled his pants back up. Megumi glared at what she witnessed and was even more upset when she saw the white stain on her boss' shirt. The porn star walked towards Raven's desk, evading all the object that was knocked off. She didn't sit.

 

“What is this I hear Raven?”

 

“Hear what?” he replied nonchalantly unbuttoning his soiled shirt.

 

“That you have a boyfriend,” she pointed at Kurama accusingly. “That this boy here is your partner.”

 

More than anything, Kurama wanted to lash out and beat her to a pulp, but he restrained himself and concentrated on fixing his appearance.

 

“Well you heard right,” answered Raven. He noticed that Kurama still had some semen around his stomach and used his already-dirty shirt to clean the sticky fluid off his lover. That would definitely facilitate his dressing up, he thought.

 

Megumi's brown eyes were fired up with anger. She couldn't believe that she had lost Raven to that stupid boy. “Why!? You hardly know the guy!”

 

The dark haired man shrugged and redid his ponytail. “And your point is? Technically I've known Shuuichi for as long as he worked here and it's been at least four months. Sounds like a good enough time for me.”

 

“How can you hook up with that boy after what happened yesterday?” Megumi had to try anything she could think of to keep Raven and Shuuichi apart, even if it meant for feelings to get hurt. There was no way she was going to give up being Mrs. Megumi Cortez because the young redhead was in the way.

 

“It was all a misunderstanding,” replied Karasu. “We talked about the situation yesterday and fixed it. Besides he didn't know not to bring a non-employee to the building, so it's a fair game.”

 

By this time, Kurama had finished grooming himself and had purposely, out of spite of course, wrapped one arm around Raven's waist and leaned his head affectionately against his boyfriend's shoulder. This action was rewarded with a soft kiss on the head and a strong arm around his shoulder. Kurama couldn't help but to think that Raven had done that on purpose too.

 

“You know Megumi,” said Kurama. “I want to thank you for everything you've done. If you didn't tell Raven about me bringing that woman to the café, I don't think we would be together by now.”

 

Raven's eyes widened with realization. “Yeah you're right, Itooshi. Wow. Thanks Megumi.”

 

Itooshi? Itooshi!? How? Why? Of all the pet names to give that wretched boy, Raven had to give him itooshi, beloved. Megumi couldn't take the scene any longer. It was too much for her to bear. She felt her heart break and her eyes almost water, but she would rather leave with the air of fury than of sadness. She blinked and furrowed her eyebrows together to gather up the anger.

 

“I imagine that Minamino doesn't want to come back to this industry. He's still technically fired.”

 

Raven was about to answer, “I tried to give his job back, but yeah he doesn't want to work in adult entertainment. So yeah…” but instead Kurama interrupted his partner before he had the chance to talk.

 

“Actually I accepted his offer, therefore I will be coming back whenever I have a shoot.”

 

The sudden answer shocked both Raven and Megumi.

 

“Do what you two want,” growled the porn star. `But don't think it's over.'

 

The blue haired girl treaded heavily back to the door and slammed it, not even looking back to see the two.

 

`He's mine for the keeping,' thought Kurama as he growled in a vulpine manner. He suddenly felt territorial for Raven, like a fox is to its mate. And it was weird too. Never in his life did he think he would be protective over a person, besides his mother. As Youko Kurama where he roamed the Makai in freedom, he only protected his home and treasures. Perhaps finally having a mate or, in better terms, partner, had awakened some of those innate fox senses that also came with the package of being a kitsune, a multi-tailed fox demon.

 

Just because an animal demon is still a demon, didn't mean it could act like a demon all the time. Every now and then that animal character would have to come out.

 

“You okay?” asked Raven.

 

“Yes.”

 

The elder smiled and faintly pulled away from Kurama. He went into a room that was across from his bathroom and opened a dresser. When he came out of the area, he had a dark blue shirt, similar to the black one he wore. Kurama had already begun to pick up all the items that they dropped from the ordeal. Raven arranged his desk and grabbed anything else that was in the floor.

 

“If you need to clean yourself better,” he said straightening his laptop and papers, “I have a bathroom you can use over there.”

 

“Thank you.”

 

After accepting the offer, the fox entered the pornographer's personal bathroom. It was small but it had all the necessities, minus a tub. There was only a shower, which made sense to Kurama being that Karasu was always on the go. Getting in a bath after the shower would be a waste of time. The toilet was a western one. [1]

 

`Those Westerners must like their restroom time.'

 

Using a towel, Kurama wet one corner and cleaned his chest, stomach, hips, thighs and genitals. With the other half, he dried himself. Once the chore was done, Kurama straightened his clothing and fixed his hair the best he could. He walked out of the room and closed to door, but noticed that Raven was talking on his mobile phone. Raven spoke in Japanese but in a low voice, which was very suspicious to Kurama.

 

Was he hiding something from him?

 

Karasu finished his phone call and slipped his cell in his pant pocket. “What's up?”

 

“Who were you talking to?”

 

“Just Nobuo. He called to ask me if I was going to need my limo today, but I said no.”

 

“I see.” There was a small silence. “Can you drop me off at my apartment?”

 

“I was going to take you out to eat something nice, but I guess some ramen noodles at your place will be okay.”

 

Kurama rolled his eyes. “Fine, fine we'll go.”

 

“That didn't sound enthusiastic to me,” replied Raven sitting down on his chair.

 

“It's not that. I just have this feeling that you're doing something behind my back. You were talking on your phone a few times today.”

 

“Well I am a busy guy.”

 

“Yes, but you never talk in such a low voice.”

 

“Aww come on. I'm not that loud.” The crow began to pout. “If you're going to be that way, then I'll just look for adulterated porn on my laptop.”

 

“Funny that you'd go download pornography when you own a whole business dedicated to it.”

 

Raven pulled Kurama and made him sit on his lap. He wrapped his arms around the boy's waist and kissed his cheek with a loud smack. “Why is it that I can never outsmart you?”

 

“Do you want the truth or do you want to hear what you want?” answered Kurama with a soft, yet menacing smile.

 

“Surprise me.”

 

“Because I'm too smart.”

 

“And the other?”

 

“Because you're too head over heels for me.”

 

“I didn't want to hear `because I'm too smart.'”

 

For one reason or another, Kurama began to laugh. Raven's answer wasn't so comical to be laughing in the manner that he did, but as much as he tried he couldn't stop chuckling. The crow gave him a peculiar look, not really seeing the extreme humor in the comment. Yes it was witty, however it wasn't that funny. Oh it was going to be a long day.

 

-----In front of Tokyo Tower

 

Yuko was pushed back roughly against a pole. She felt no pain, but if she didn't want to get trapped she would have to move away from the pole. She was extremely dangerous, yes, but her brother also had a very fearsome power that very few demons wielded.

 

The demonic vixen quickly ran away from the metal post before the solid material could coil around her body. She threw a ribbon at that very rod, and like magic the string tied itself to it. Yuko pulled the filament and the massive steel object uprooted. With her slender and delicate arms, she twirled the large item around her head at a great speed without a problem. And with her command, the ribbon uncoiled from the post and was flung it at Nissho.

 

The giant pole would have hit Nissho, and perhaps damage him, but it didn't. Nissho continued to remain stoic and calm as the post floated in front of him.

 

`Him and that cursed power!' growled Yuko.

 

Like his sister, Nissho had been given a title. But unlike Yuko, his was more gallant and suiting than insulting. It combined all the three characteristics that Nissho was infamous for in the Makai. First was his usual stoic and cold disposition. There was no one in any of the worlds, other than his family, that would make him talk. Smiles were rare, almost mythical. And his job well… was almost as cold-blooded as his temperament. He had no uncertainties for killing, even if the victim was a weak and harmless, low rank demon. He murdered with no hesitation, and always left a clean sweep. His loyalties were to the highest bidder. And sometimes the `highest bidder' would be his next assignment.

 

His inborn power was unlike any other, minus a very few demons. On the human world, the western philosophy says that there are four elements: fire, water, wind and earth. The eastern philosophy of earth says there are five elements: fire, water, earth, wood, and metal. But in the Makai, the idea is that there are more than eight elements, and it wasn't unusual for a demon to have a natural mastery over an element or two.

 

Nissho controlled the element known as metal. Thus he was called Nissho the Silent Metal or just Silent Metal amongst Spirit and Demon world.

 

Nissho's power probably did not seem dangerous or strong in the Makai, being that the demon land did not have many cities, or buildings of steel. However, the power ran very deep within the tengu's veins, giving him the power to summon any kind of metal deposits from the earth and unleash an immense attack to wipe out his enemies. Yet Nissho wasn't in the Makai anymore.

 

The human world was a cesspool of all sorts of metal. It was in buildings, homes, the streets, in the transportation systems, everywhere! This dimension was a dream for any metal master demons. The metal was already dug out of the ground, almost literally being served in a silver platter. (Of course it was another metal he could control.) And best of all, Nissho was in one of the largest and most steel coated cities in the world.

 

Yuko was definitely going to have a ball with Nissho in Tokyo.

 

Nissho opened his arms wide, stretching the steel pole into a thing sheet then crumpling it into a ball. Instead of throwing it at Yuko, he tossed it aside.

 

“Not man enough to hit your sister with a ball?” taunted the elder sibling.

 

Nissho was the second child to Lord Ukase. Only three years after Yuko's birth, he was born. He was an heir to his parent's fortune and because Lord Ukase was surprisingly not sexist, Nissho would not receive his inheritance sooner than his sister. This did not anger Nissho, but it infuriated him to know that his father still plans to give Yuko his main land, despite her extravagant and very loose lifestyle. It upset him more that Lord Ukase forgave his daughter for running away, just like Karasu did.

 

The gaudy bitch…

 

`It wasn't fair at all! Why should she get so much forgiveness and pampering after all the things she's done!? Why did Yuko keep her inheritance? Why forgiveness? Why?'

 

But deep inside the bitterness, lies guilt. A guilt that caused these feelings to arise that involved Karasu…

 

Nissho suddenly flung a large car that was parked near the giant tower. The car was too big and fast for Yuko to use her hobby power to repel. There were only two things she could do: move or use her real powers, and Yuko was not about to ruin her new boots.

 

As the car came within a few feet from the vixen, Yuko unleashed a fire so hot, that it turned the car into ashes, even the highly flammable gasoline. With her right hand, she blew the ashes away and glared at her brother. The eccentric demon's natural power was the commandment of the fire and wind elements.

 

“Don't make the Spirit Detectives come after us, Nissho.”

 

“Ah so Yuko the Strange does know how to use her real powers after all.”

 

“Blow me,” she spat cynically.

 

“Quit playing these silly games Yuko.”

 

Yuko crossed her arms. “I'm not playing Nissho. I was dead serious when I told you to stay here and wait for Kageromaru.”

 

“What gave you the idea that he would come out from this building!? He doesn't even know how to get to the human world!”

 

“Mom does. He could always get mom's help.”

 

“Mother wouldn't just let him waltz through! And why do we even need Kageromaru!?”

 

“He's a damn soothsayer, you asshole!”

 

“GAH! What does that have to do with anything!?”

 

If there was one person that let out Nissho's nerving and out-of-character side, it was Yuko. The woman drove him insane. Not only does she manage to make him talk and lose his temper, but also to do stupid tasks that he wouldn't even consider unless very large sums of money were involved.

 

Yuko placed her finger on her chin and thought for a moment. “Well… nothing really, but he could help us. Come on! Prophet versus assassin in a detective case? Who do you honestly think would win?”

 

Nissho would have face faulted if he could, but his mind didn't let him. He was almost dumbfounded how crazy his sister really was. Either she was trying to get revenge in the strangest of ways or she was doing this on purpose to send him into madness.

 

“Yuko. What. The. Hell. Are. You. Talking. About? We don't need Kageromaru for anything. We already know what happened to our brother and what entity he reincarnated into. There is absolutely no need for Kageromaru. So stop being a stupid whore and do something right for a change!”

 

The lady demon's face withered like a rose without water. Her cheery disposition slowly transformed into sadness. She walked into the entrance of Tokyo Tower and entered the elevator. Nissho suddenly felt guilty and followed suit.

 

When he reached the top, he searched the circular room until he found Yuko slumped under the rails next to the eyeglass. She was not crying, but water was forming in her eyes. Her face had returned back to its normal color except for a small pink blush around her third eye.

 

“Yuko?” Nissho knelt in front of Yuko, careful not to somehow step on any of her clothing. His sister looked up then lowered her head again: she acknowledged his presence. “Yuko, I'm sorry for saying those things to you.”

 

Yuko sniffed and used part of Nissho's long sleeve to wipe her eyes from the upcoming tears. “No. I should be the one to be sorry. I only wanted Kageromaru to come because he once told me he was learning how to see the past incarnations of people. Nissho, you don't know how it's like to witness the death of your own sibling, to see the sadness in his eyes veil the wish, the need to die. Karasu wanted to die, Nissho. I just wanted Kageromaru to look into this Raven Cortez's soul and tell me what happened to our baby brother while he was gone. I want to know what drove him to be suicidal.”

 

“Karasu was never one for suicide,” sighed Nissho.

 

“That's why I want to know. The reason I came here was to get revenge on Youko Kurama and to find out about Karasu's past after he ran away.”

 

“Oh.” Nissho almost sounded a bit disappointed. Not that her reason for her silly ideas wasn't valid, but on the inside he actually hoped she came for something a little more than just Karasu. “I thought you came here for something else. But, uh, why this place? What's so special about this place, according to you?”

 

“Well you probably didn't know, but I've been staying in this dimension for a few days. As long as demons do not possess or wreak havoc, Koenma cannot do anything to us, so I took advantage of that.”

 

Yuko pulled out a book from a very small black purse. Nissho would never understand how her bag worked, but he did know that it had a lot of junk. She showed him a somewhat thick book with a very colorful cover.

 

“Magic Knight Ray-” and the book was immediately flipped around before Nissho could finish saying the title. The page that Yuko pointed at was around the beginning and three girls from different schools were transported to a magical land.

 

“See?”

 

“Yuko I don't think this proves anything. It's fiction.”

 

“Yeah, I know,” she blushed, “but I wanted to ask you if you could buy the rest of the volumes for me.”

 

The younger brother chuckled softly at his sister's whimsy. He hated how she drove him to insanity and all, but underneath the jealousy and bitter feelings, he still loved her.

 

“And get me this too.”

 

She flipped the pages into almost the far end of the book and pointed at what she desired. Nissho looked at the creature and raised an eyebrow. It was a white rabbit-like being with a large jewel on its forehead. It was chubby and cutesy and never stopped smiling. Unlike real rabbits, this creature had a long tail and screamed “Puu!” nonstop.

 

“What is this?” he asked in confusion.

 

“Its name is Mokona.” Her eyes began to grow as if to cry or pout in cuteness. The red-rose lips quivered and she clasped her hands together. “Buy me one Nissho.”

 

“Buy you one? This thing isn't even real.”

 

The vixen leaned against her brother, still giving him the same sad `puppy dog' face. “If I show you a place where you can get one, will you buy it then?”

 

Her long lashes flashed several times as she blinked prettily. Nissho cupped Yuko's left cheek with his right hand, letting his thumb skim across her white skin. It was so soft and lovely. How long had it been since Nissho touched that beautiful flesh? When was the last time the two had been together like this? The demons kissed lightly and pulled away quickly, but not so abruptly.

 

“I'll help you get to Karasu and see Youko Kurama,” he replied.

 

“…”

 

“Yuko?”

 

“You're still going to give me the Mokona doll right?”

 

-----Kurama's Apartment

 

It wasn't so late at night. Actually, it wasn't night at all. Around four or five in the afternoon, Raven had driven Kurama to his apartment complex. The couple had eaten at a very nice and tasty restaurant that served traditional Japanese food. They talked about serious things, dumb things, trivial things, about the food and the drinks, about each other, and about other things. Sometimes while they ate, Raven would play footsy and say dirty words in a foreign language, of which sometimes Kurama caught. But soon all the food was gone and the bill was paid; it was time to go home.

 

“Thank you for taking me home.”

 

“You're welcome.”

 

Raven parked his vehicle, turned it off, and locked it as he walked Kurama to his room. As they strolled to their destination, Raven moved closer to his new lover and held his hand. Kurama was a bit surprised by the sudden intrusion but relaxed under the gentle, yet firm touch and squeezed back.

 

“You didn't have to walk me to my room.”

 

“I felt like doing it.”

 

They took the elevator up to Kurama's floor and walked to the door. Kurama entered the house key and unlocked the door, but didn't open it. He was thinking about what he had gotten himself into, whether he had made the right decision or not. He didn't regret being with Raven yet the fact that Karasu's soul lurked within the vessel scared him. Nothing bad occurred. No deaths or strange sightings. Raven didn't show any signs of having any powers. Maybe everything was okay, or maybe not.

 

Kurama mentally cursed at himself. Why was he being so suspicious? Wasn't there already enough evidence that Karasu was long gone and that Raven Cortez was the one controlling? He didn't want to be so cautious with him. He wanted to take risks and enjoy his human life with this human that happened to be Karasu's reincarnation. Was the fear of Karasu's return so strong? Or…

 

…did Shuuichi Minamino fear deception and…heartbreak?

 

A warm hand found its way behind Kurama's head and gently pushed it towards a pair of lips. A kiss was planted on the boy's forehead and then traveled down to his lips for a small peck. “What's wrong?”

 

“Oh nothing,” said Kurama, snapping back to reality. “I was just thinking about today.”

 

The elder smiled. “Sorry about the whole office incident.”

 

“It's fine.”

 

“So you're really coming back to Erotic?”

 

“Yes.”

 

Raven leaned in and kissed Kurama. The kiss, unlike the peck, was deeper and longer. Two tongues began to wriggle out of the opening mouth licking each other with much enthusiasm, but the pornographer's tongue took the initiative to explore the inside of the other's mouth. He moaned softly at the taste of the palate, walls and even the teeth. It tasted like fresh ginger and seaweed (from the food that he ate) and had rising hints of Kurama's natural flavor around the fleshy wet cavern.

 

“What was that for?” panted the redhead. His cheeks were flushed with embarrassment and desire. It looked to Raven that he wanted another kiss, but he decided not to and for a very good reason too.

 

“Because I love you.”

 

A smiled escaped Kurama's lips. He opened the door to his apartment, not paying attention to the inside, but at Karasu. “Do you want to come in?”

 

“I'm fine. I'll call you when I get home.”

 

Kurama was almost startled by the response. There was no way that Raven was refusing to enter his home. After all the countless times of him barging in and insisting that he should stay over the night. And after all the occasions that he continued to persist a private session at his home. Why now, when they are together, he refuses? Though it did not show in his eyes or body language, Kurama was hurting.

 

“Alright. I'll be waiting for the call then. Good evening.”

 

“Adios.”

 

As Kurama turned to walk into his apartment, Karasu appeared to be rushing down the stairs. Why he seemed to be hurrying was beyond him, but he had a feeling that the reason wasn't good. He took off his shoes and reached for his slippers.

 

`Where's my shoe rack? And my slippers? Wait…'

 

By this time Raven was sprinting to the elevator shaft, frantically pressing the button for the down arrow to flash. Kurama snatched his shoes and ran as fast as he could to catch up to Raven: he didn't close the door. There was no logic in it at all. There was nothing anyone could want, because everything, besides the furniture that already came with the board, was all gone.

 

The crow hurried into the elevator and pressed the close door button. He was about to succeed when Kurama dashed through the closing gates and made it into safely. One shoe was left behind.

 

“You! You!” Kurama was losing his temper. He was not yelling yet, but he spoke in a threatening low voice that could have been mistaken for a whisper. “What did you do to all my things?”

 

Raven pressed the button to the first floor. Kurama pointed his left shoe menacingly at the thief. “Do you honestly think-”

 

Kurama poked Raven's shirt with the tip of the shoe. “My things Karasu. Where are they?”

 

“I'll take you to them.”

 

“You had better.”

 

The two walked to Raven's car. Kurama didn't bother to put on his shoe once in the car. He sulked and avoided his lover's gaze. How dare he take all his things? What kind of man goes into his love's home and steals his valuables? Although there was no way that Raven could have a rational explanation for the incident, Kurama prayed that there was.

 

“Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide. No escape from reality. Open your eyes. Look up to the skies and see I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy…”

 

Emerald eyes peeked at the dashboard and saw that a CD was playing. Curiosity got the best of him and his gaze wandered to meet Raven's blue eyes. “Stop singing.” He was still mad at him.

 

“It's a classic.”

 

“By who?” he replied incredulously.

 

“Do not tell me you've never heard about Bohemian Rhapsody?”

 

“Cannot say that I have,” turning his head back to the window.

 

“And Queen? Please do not tell me that you don't know Queen.”

 

Shuuichi continued to look at the window. “The name sounds familiar.”

 

The car took a right turn. “You have got to be kidding me, Itooshi.” A frown overshadowed his calm face. “Not know who Queen is… Too late, my time has come.

Sends shivers down my spine. Body's aching all the time. Goodbye everybody - I've got to go.”

 

Small mutters came out from Kurama's mouth. Karasu made a quick turn to see if the nose was coming from the car's radio. Soon the incoherent words began to clear and increase in volume.

 

“Mama, ooo…” sang Raven. His suspicion over the mysterious noise was proved false, but his other guess proved right.

 

“Anyway the wind blows…”

 

`Ah-ha! So Kurama was singing after all,' thought Raven. `And that little liar said he didn't know Bohemian Rhapsody. Goddamned karaoke whore.'

 

“I don't want to die. I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all…” said, not sang, a voice that eerily reminded Kurama of Karasu. Was Raven saying that seriously or in a joke? Could Karasu have controlled Raven and said those words? Kurama knew they were part of the song, but the manner in which the dark haired man portrayed it seemed a little bit too frightening.

 

“Okay sing with me in this part. And say the name right. None of that Engrish crap you pull.”

 

Shuuichi pouted indignantly at the comment, but nonetheless began to sing with Raven, even if it seemed a little stupid. “I see a little silhouetto of a man. Scaramouch, Scaramouch will you do the fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me. Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo, Galileo Figaro - magnifico.”

 

While they sang, Raven imitated a “Japanese accent” in certain parts. The joke would have been understood if the fox had seen the music video to the song or see the Wayne's World movie. But since the tease was not implicit Kurama rolled his eyes in annoyance and was even tempted to pinch, punch, or claw the crow's arm. However Raven threatened to sing in falsetto if he dared hit him while driving.

 

Kurama did not even want to imagine Raven singing in falsetto.

 

“Are we there yet?”

 

“Oh mama mia, mama mia, mama mia let me go- huh? Uh yeah. It's this street right here.”

 

The black car drove slowly through the neighborhood and turned on its lights. It was nearing night, but the sun was still barely out. Sometimes children would play out in the streets at these hours, so Raven had to take extra precautions to ensure that no pedestrians would get hurt.

 

Kurama looked around the street and saw real houses, real large houses. It cost a fortune for someone to buy a new home or to even own a home, which explained why many people lived in the apartment complexes. Judging from the size, style, and location of the homes, it was plain to see that this place once was an old area of Tokyo where regular families once lived, but became a housing district for the wealthy because of the increased property value. Raven Cortez was obviously rich, but Kurama couldn't help but wonder how he was able to get this sort of luxury property without being held back by prejudices. Most realtors would prefer a rich Japanese to a rich Caucasian, even if he or she was half Japanese.

 

Despite his Japanese heritage, “Raven” Emilio Satoshi Cortez Hanai looked too much like his western lineage and unfortunately that was enough for the Japanese xenophobia to act out against him.

 

Raven applied the brakes in front of a large gate and pressed a button near the dashboard. The gates opened and the car went in and was parked into a garage. Raven got out of the car and made sure that the gate had closed automatically. It did.

 

“Sorry about your shoe. Want me to carry you?”

 

“No, I think I will survive,” replied Kurama.

 

After the two left the car, Karasu locked the doors and closed the garage door. He led Kurama to the front door. “Crap I forgot the mail. Wait here.” The crow walked towards the car gate, but turned to a gated door and grabbed his mail.

 

The redhead looked around the property and was amazed by its size. He loved the wisteria tree near the front entrance that was coming into bloom. The two-story house was beige with a dark tiled roof. It looked like a traditional Japanese home, but it appeared to have been remodeled to have more windows and other accessories. There was a lot of greenery around and perhaps a garden in the back. The sound of the central air-conditioning apparatus suddenly went off, cooling the large home. Its location? Well, Kurama took a guess that it was somewhere around the sides of the home. But…hmm, it was really lovely and looked cozy. Probably much “cozier” with Raven inside.

 

Kurama's eyes widened upon seeing a very thick wad of papers in his lover's hand when he returned. A lot of it looked like junk mail, but the rest looked very important too. Raven opened the door, slipped out of his shoes and into his slippers. He went straight pass the stairs and into the kitchen. Kurama looked around and put on some guest slippers from the shoe rack next to the door and closed it.

 

“You can rest in the living room,” said Raven. “It's to your left of the entrance.”

 

The youkai went to the kitchen instead. Raven was searching through his mail and separated them into several stacks: junk, bills, letters, business and magazines. He threw away all the junk mail and placed the rest on a counter.

 

“Raven where's my stuff?” demanded Kurama. “I only came here to know what you did to them.”

 

The photographer didn't bother to even look at him and busied himself around the kitchen to serve his guest a drink and a small snack. He muttered to a few thoughts to himself like, “¿Qué necesito? ¿Qué necesito?” What do I need? What do I need? and “…and I was looking for…” while moving his fingers up and down.

 

“Are you listening to me?”

 

“Yes, now which one do you like better? Green or black tea?”

 

Kurama sighed, “Green but-”

 

“Iced or hot?”

 

“Iced. Now listen to me.”

 

“I am listening to you. This is what people call multitasking, Itooshi. I'm sure you've done it a bunch of times. Keep on talking, okay?”

 

“My things?”

 

“Oh that,” he replied as he set some finger food on a plate. “Well today I was calling Nobuo and all my other men for a reason.”

 

“And that reason is?”

 

“Sit down and relax,” putting the plate down on the table. “The reason is because I got them to remove all your things.”

 

Kurama sat down before he could hear anything worse. “But-but why? What was the reason and logic behind all that?”

 

Raven sat and took a bite of some cheddar on a cracker. “Everything has to be logical to you, doesn't it?”

 

“Karasu that is not the point to this.” It was starting to get harder and harder to control himself and not lash out and beat Raven. But Kurama took a deep breath and sighed once more.

 

The crow got up and gave his partner his beverage. “Here. Drink your tea.”

 

He took a sip. “You lost it didn't you?”

 

Raven almost choked on his cracker by the comment. “What?”

 

“I'm asking if you lost my things. It makes perfect sense to me, being that you refused to enter my home and ran off. Why shouldn't I suspect that?”

 

“You want the truth?”

 

“I've been asking you for the truth.”

 

“Fine.” Raven took a big gulp of his cold drink. “I got the guys to take your stuff and leave all the things that the apartment came with. Your stuff is in this very house. Some of it's in drawers or closets. Others are in boxes just waiting for a place to be put. The rest that was too big, I put in public storage.”

 

Kurama was taken aback. “Why did you do all this?”

 

“Well I was pretty excited to know that you are my boyfriend and all. And I know I should have waited a while longer, but I just couldn't hold it in. I wanted you to move in with me.”

 

Emerald eyes widened in shock and realization. His cheeks grew hot and flared up. Suddenly he wanted to crawl into Raven's arms and lay in bliss, but at the same time the fox also wanted to stab his lover with a dull weapon, perhaps a spoon, until he bled all his blood out. Did he hear that sentence right? He was a loss for words. Maybe he was flattered? One day of being steady and Raven took the initiative to “invite” him to live in his beautiful and expensive home. Wasn't that too fast? Technically they've known each other for at least four months, but that was not enough, was it? But Kurama knew he had unconsciously played a game of cat-and-mouse with Raven and got to know him better than most of his older employees have.

 

What to say? What to say?

 

“I'm sure you knew that one day I'd ask you this question. And I know that all this seems too fast-”

 

“Yes.”

 

“I know, I know. But it's only because-”

 

“Yes.” Kurama was probably going to have a war with himself later.

 

“Stop saying that and let me talk!”

 

“I said yes as in: Yes Raven, I will live with you.”

 

-----End of Chapter 10

 

[1] In a typical Japanese bathroom there are several things you will see: a shower, a tub, and an eastern toilet. The shower usually has no barrier to stop water. There is, however, a drain for that water. Showers are for cleaning your body. The tub is after the shower and is the “relax time” of the “bathing.” Basically they fill the tub with water, get in the tub and relax. That's why in anime you see many characters in a tub, but they're not bathing as in cleaning. The eastern toilet is one I'll probably do well without. It's a basin in the floor. No sitting or anything else like that. The western toilet is the one you have in your homes.

 

Yay! I finished the chapter! I'm going to try to write a chapter a week and hopefully finish before the summer's over. Why the really big rush? I'm going to college at the end of August, except I'm going to Spain. There are big chances that I may not even get a laptop to work on for my dorm. (If I were staying in the U.S, I'd have less problems.) But that's good news for all of y'all!

 

Kurama accepted Raven's invitation to live with him (Even if the method was weird.) and go back into Erotic. Karin forgave Raven. Megumi is down, but still won't give up. Everything seems to be pretty normal except for two people: Yuko and Nissho. How did they get into the Nigenkai? Why does their mother seem to have a way of entering the human world? What is this guilt that Nissho is living with? And why did Karasu run away from home?

 

Find out in chapter 11!!

 

Please R&R.