Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Erotic ❯ The Guilty and the Kappa ( Chapter 11 )

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. I also own Ocean Blue and all of its characters.

 

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 the reviews! You've all made my day and I really hope to update quicker. Holy crap you guys I have no updated in the longest time. I have been trying to get used to the whole college life and all. And it's not like I'm in the United States anymore so the experience is much different. Either way I was able to adjust and be able to finish this chapter. (Thank God)

In this chapter you will figure out more about Karasu's past and his family. Yes, the incest is done between Nissho and Yuko. So yeah…

 

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-----Chapter 11: The Guilty and the Kappa

 

“Father…” hesitated a young Nissho. His true age was around his hundreds, but his body appeared to be one of an eleven-year old. “…It was Karasu. He did it. I saw him.”

 

Little Karasu played happily on the dining room table with Yuko. The latter appeared to be fourteen while the former looked six. However unlike Yuko, the baby brother's hair was golden and wavy.

 

But he was beautiful.

 

His hair was not long but it passed his ears. Every time a lock of that hair escaped its place behind the ear, the little demon would tuck it back. His cheeks were somewhat chubby and very rosy. Yuko would kiss one of his cheeks and pinch it softly, telling her baby brother that she loved him and how cute he was. His violet eyes were large and softened with childlike innocence despite his many years of life. Everything about the boy was lovely, from head to toe; there was no doubt about that.

 

Lord Ukase's dark red eyes hardened in anger and walked to where his youngest child was playing. Nissho would never lie to him. He was the responsible and serious child. A son every father could ask for. The model kid, yet not a trophy son. But for some reason, Ukase felt like he had been cheated. There was this nagging pang in his conscience telling him to stop and rethink what he is about to do.

 

The demon lord didn't hate his son, Karasu. In fact, he loved him very much, but he never showed enough affection to him. Every time he saw the boy, he'd ward him away and give the child the cold shoulder. Whenever there was a small skirmish between the siblings, he'd always be against little Karasu and degrade him while praising the others. Perhaps the reason for all the hate and the indifference was a result from Ukase's own guilt and fear.

 

Ukase was not blonde.

 

But all this was not put into consideration when the demon opened the door to the dining room and walked angrily towards his son. Like a magician immediately disappearing before his audience, Lord Ukase yanked Karasu from the seat and squeezed the boy's arm with much strength.

 

“Daddy?” asked Karasu inquisitively.

 

“Come child,” Ukase replied icily.

 

“What I do?”

 

“Silence. You know very well what you did.”

 

“Daddy where are you taking Karasu?” asked Yuko, getting out of her seat in concern.

 

“To his room,” and just like that, Ukase and Karasu disappeared.

 

Harsh shouting was heard behind little Karasu's room. The doors were locked and Yuko tried her best to get through the large doors, but to no avail. She put her head against the small crack to hear what was going on. At first it was just her father yelling mean things to her brother but then she began to hear Karasu yelp in pain.

 

“No Daddy no!” screamed Yuko pushing the door with all her strength, banging her fists to get her father's attention. “Please Daddy, stop!”

 

Nissho just stood several feet from the boy's room watching Yuko's reaction, and became frightened once realizing what his lie and his fear of disappointing his father had done.

 

“MOMMA!” shrieked Yuko as she continued to charge at the door. “MOMMA! MOMMA HELP BABY!”

 

`Baby… Yuko's nickname for Karasu,' thought Nissho as his mind shut off nearly all reason to think clearly. His conscience could no longer take what was happening.

 

Suddenly the doors were flung open and a figure of a woman in dark clothing appeared in front of the door. Yuko immediately ran into the room while the lady followed, not running but in a hurried pace.

 

“UKASE!”

 

Nissho felt his feet moving without his command and found himself in front of his baby brother's room. There he saw little Karasu crying against Yuko's developing bosom, holding on tightly in shock. Lord Ukase was slapped hard by his wife and received another few. Tears were in the woman's eyes, pleading for an explanation, begging for a reason for her husband's cruelty.

 

“He needed to be disciplined! He disobeyed me, Kaede!”

 

“There was no reason for this, Ukase! None of it!”

 

Nissho began to hear the whispers from Karasu, repeating the words that were engraved brutally into his mind.

 

“It wasn't me,” the boy whispered. “I didn't do it, Daddy…”

 

“I lost an important deal because he touched that orb, Kaede! It's ruined! Now I have to destroy that clan rather than to settle peacefully!”

 

“You still should have not beaten him!” she screeched.

 

“Karasu…” whispered Karasu again. “…You are a mistake. I never wanted you…I hate you. I hate you with all my heart…”

 

But nobody heard these words, except Nissho. His mother and father were yelling and Yuko was sobbing, unable to listen to the cruel words that Karasu was echoing from his traumatized mind. Nissho couldn't take it any longer.

 

“I lied to you father!” screamed the guilty.

 

All but Karasu heard the confession.

 

“Ahh!” panted Nissho. It was all a dream, just a horrible dream.

 

The assassin looked around the room he was in. Dark, but the light of dawn was beginning to arise. He had been having those dreams again, except this time the images felt more real than the last. The guilt inside of Nissho's mind continued to grow strong and no matter how many times he helped Raven, there was no way to have redemption and atonement for his actions. Perhaps if his father had never told Karasu those cruel and dark words and just hit him, Nissho wouldn't be so remorseful.

 

But what was done was done and there was nothing that anyone could do to change it. Yet Nissho wished and prayed for a way. He later discovered that Ukase had only hit Karasu once in that incident, and not too hard too, but that the verbal abuse was what caused the unnecessary trauma. The worst part was that all those words were said in fury. Nissho knew they were all a lie. He knew that Lord Ukase never thought Karasu as a mistake. Never. And his father never hated Karasu. No if anything, Ukase loved Karasu the most.

 

How? Why? Why couldn't Ukase send all the disappointment and anger of that occasion to him? Why was it that the relationship between Nissho and his father became as if nothing had happened, while with Karasu was as if he did the wrongful deed?

 

It was not fair.

 

Nothing was ever fair.

 

Nissho had a wonderful life while his younger brother experienced pain and disappointment. Why should Karasu, who was completely innocent, have to suffer and not Nissho?

 

So many questions and so much guilt plagued the demon's mind for nearly all his life. But that day when he saved Raven from his most recent “suicide attempt,” Nissho felt that some of those inquiries were answered, lifting some weight off his shoulders.

 

…Perhaps Karasu was meant to suffer as a demon, but live in happiness and full affection as a human…

 

A squeak escaped from the bed's frame as Yuko shifted in her sleep. Her body nuzzled closer to Nissho's and relaxed as it began to doze off into a deep slumber. They were both naked and they had sex earlier that night. Neither sibling cared that they undertook an incestuous intercourse. Why would anyone care if incest was not looked so down upon in the Makai?

 

With a yawn, the demon closed his eyes and went back to sleep. Maybe this time he won't have another bad dream like that again.

 

When he awoke, Yuko was already up, but still undressed and only made a sloppy ponytail for her long hair. She was sitting on the bed, next to Nissho's body, holding the Mokona doll that he bought her the other day with one arm. Apparently she was reading another manga that he had purchased and it looked like she was crying.

 

“Yuko?” asked Nissho in concern. “Yuko, what's wrong?”

 

“Oh,” sniff, “it's just that this story is so beautiful.” Sniff, sniff.

 

“What's it about?”

 

“These two creatures from a place called Atlantis. Apparently there was a civilization here in the Human World that perished under water but the people became amphibians and decided to live in the oceans.”

 

“What's so sad about that?”

 

“They have a system like a monarchy, but it's a diarchy so it can prevent one birei, which is the name of the ruler, from doing corrupt things. Oh but it's beautiful Nissho! The first birei is a little bitch and his name is Alpha and he tried to get away with ruling the oceans all by himself! But then this younger guy named Omega becomes the second birei and stops him from doing the monarchy thing.”

 

“Eh? How is that beautiful?”

 

“They love each other! In this volume Alpha gets really drunk in a special dinner with the governors and Omega takes him away before saying something really stupid. And Alpha rapes Omega!”

 

“Yuko,” said Nissho. “How the hell is that love?”

 

“Well Alpha secretly thinks Omega's cute and Omega has the biggest crush on him. And Omega was willing. He never struggled and enjoyed the lovin'.”

 

Nissho gave his older sister a look that meant “You and your stupid retarded man-on-man stories Yuko!”

 

“You can't rape the willing,” she grinned.

 

“What's so tear jerking about pornography, my dear sister?”

 

“Alpha says, “I love you, Omega” after they do it, but Omega is too sleepy to hear it. Isn't that the saddest thing ever!?”

 

`And I let her in this room why?'

 

-----

 

Last night Raven and Kurama put away as many of Kurama's things as possible. The same night, the crow gave his lover a tour of the home.

 

The house and property was bigger than Kurama had imagined. It even had a pool and garden. The living room was fairly large with beautiful sofas and tasteful ornaments surrounding the whole area. There was a big TV complete with the VCR, DVD and surround sound system, but that stuff didn't matter to the redhead. What really caught his attention were the various Japanese items displayed around the whole room. Several fans were hung around the walls; paintings of whooping cranes, geisha, samurai, waterfalls and trees were everywhere. Even an authentic samurai's armor with its katana was exhibited.

 

“Where did you get the samurai armor?”

 

“It belonged to my grandpa.”

 

The photographer had explained to Kurama that this house and property had belonged to his maternal grandparents. The Hanai family had come from a long line of samurai and had saved the ancient relics during the Meiji Era, when the Japanese feudal system was disintegrating. Though there are no longer any samurai in Japan, his family continued to show their ancestral pride and took much care of all things from Pre-Meiji Japan.

 

“A house like this is pretty expensive,” said Kurama, looking at the downstairs bathroom during the tour and unpacking. The toilet was western, but it did have a bath, a shower and a sink. “How did you get it?”

 

“My grandmother gave it to me,” replied Raven. “Well I basically inherited it from her will.”

 

“How many children did she have?”

 

“Four. Three girls and a boy. My mom was the second child.” Raven opened a door near the bathroom, which revealed to be a dark room. The outside was labeled Dark Room in English, Japanese and Spanish. Below that label was a sign that said, “Do not enter when light is on” for the obvious reason to prevent any light from ruining the developing film. He must have been really dedicated to photography outside his work place if he had such an area.

 

“So wasn't there any dispute over who should of inherited the property? It seems a little too easy to just get a property like this without any problems.”

 

The dark-haired man sighed. “When you're right, you're right. There was a whole lot of trouble with my mom's side after grandma died. You see my grandpa died of a stroke. He was eighty-six and I was twenty. He didn't have a will, so what happened was that grandma was able to get all what he owned and put under her name so that she can give everything at once to her family.”

 

The two continued the tour and unpacking and went into the guest room. Kurama was not to stay in that room because Raven wanted him to sleep with him, but the fox's computer was placed there since it was the only place with a desk, excluding Raven's study.

 

“When I moved to Japan for my college education, my grandparents offered me their home as a place to stay. I didn't want to bother them so I went to an apartment with other people. But every weekend, I'd go and clean their home and help them with chores. During my free time on weekdays, I'd spend some time with them and help them. I wanted them to be comfortable. They were getting pretty old and no one came over unless it was a holiday or someone's birthday. I never had the luck to know them for long because I was in Spain and America, so this was my chance to be with them.”

 

Kurama looked at Raven's saddened face as he sighed and connected Kurama's computer together. It made the fox wonder if Raven was actually discriminated by his own grandparents. The thought seemed cruel, but the idea was probably not so fanciful. “Did they ever,” Kurama paused to think of the right words to say. “Did they ever show any prejudices against you?”

 

“No,” he paused. “Not that I can recall, but I'm sure they weren't too happy that their grandchildren didn't look Japanese. I guess Caucasoid features are dominant to Mongoloid, but I do remember oba-maru telling me how she loved my blue eyes.”

 

The photographer smiled and finished with the connections. Kurama couldn't help but to smile back. The loss of his grandparents must have hurt Raven very much. He did not cry, but his eyes revealed an immense sadness. Despite the long distance, racial difference, and infrequent visits, the fox knew that they were close. And it was because of Raven's nickname that gave Kurama a clue of their relationship. It made Kurama think of why Raven was given such a property after his grandparents died.

 

“Oba-maru. That is a cute way to refer and address your grandmother.”

 

“Yeah,” sighed Karasu. “My mom told me `In Japan you say obaa-san to address your grandma.' But for some reason I didn't want to. I was only six, mind you, and when I saw her I screamed out `Oba-maru! Oba-maru!' Don't ask me why, but maru just came to thought. My grandma just smiled and thus the name continued.”

 

Raven stood up from the desk and led Kurama out the room. He continued to talk to his partner about his grandparents as he carried on with the excursion. They were now in the second floor and came close to Raven's master bedroom. Kurama was secretly excited about seeing Raven's room. What sort of strange things would he have in it? Did it have Spanish trinkets and decorations like his study? Would it be with Japanese furnishings like his living room? The suspense killed him!

 

“I called my grandfather ojii-san. I don't know why, but I was more formal with his name. He wasn't a scary man; I mean I literally towered over him when I was thirteen. But we got along very well, especially during my stay in Japan. I think it was just a matter of man-to-man respect, or something like that.”

 

The two began to get closer and closer to the bedroom. “How did you get the inheritance?”

 

“Oba-maru died when I was twenty-two of a broken hip. I was supposed to come over that day to help her get something from a high place, but I wanted to finish developing a picture I took just for her. It was of something the loved so much and I had finally bought a camera advanced enough to make the photo perfect. So I told her to wait until I arrived, because I was preparing something special for her. Later I received a call from her telling me not to worry because my cousin Naota came over with his fiancée, Sango.

 

“There was relief, you know? But I still wanted to come and give her the picture. When I arrived, the ambulance that had her left, but the police were there speaking to Naota. Apparently what Naota brought down was pretty big and required the help of Sango, but oba-maru decided to go outside to get the mail while they were busy.”

 

Raven stopped to compose his voice from the trembling that was beginning to develop. “She tripped while going down the small steps of the entrance and broke her hip. At the hospital I stayed by her side until my mother made it to Japan. I didn't care if my aunts or uncle were there or not. I felt so bad for putting my grandma off…”

 

“But it wasn't your fault,” said Kurama as he placed a gentle hand on Raven's shoulder.

 

“I know. Oba-maru gained consciousness after surgery and I got to speak with her. I told her that I loved her very much and that I was sorry. She told me not to be sorry and that she loved me too. I was at peace because I was always taught never to hold a grudge or anything with anyone because you might never see them tomorrow.”

 

“When did she die?”

 

“She died three days later of complications. Before then my mom was there and spoke with her. She never told me what oba-maru said to her, but I know it had a lot to do with her marriage and forgiveness. After the funeral the whole family was led to a place where the will would be read.” Raven sighed again. “Jesus Christ, I had no idea that she even had a will.”

 

“So it was a surprise when they announced what you inherited?”

 

“Yes! I was like what!? And everyone else was like what!? The whole thing was hella confusing. I mean everyone pretty much got of stuff since my grandparents had other very important valuables and some properties. I never expected to get this property though. Everyone else, excluding my family was furious that I'd get such an expensive and large piece of land. But laws are laws and they had to obey them. Those assholes were just bitter for being such dumbfucks and that their fucking half westerner relative fucking got the fucking house and property.”

 

Shuuichi remained silent. He understood that the fury in his voice was because of the stresses his family caused him. It must have been a complete hell to be bothered by jealous and angry relatives about something he rightfully inherited. Not to mention all the terrible discrimination his kindred must have given him for being half Spanish. No it wasn't fair at all, but it seems that Raven got the full advantage with the written will and when he became very rich with his profession.

 

If to say that his profession should be called one, thought Kurama.

 

“Well enough about that,” replied Raven, lifting his spirits. “Tomorrow I'm going to make you paella. It's damn awesome and you'll be begging for more when there's not any left.”

 

“Pah-eh-ya?”

 

“It's a Spanish dish that consists of rice, spices, some veggies and seafood. Mmm you like bonito?”

 

“Yes.”

 

“Oh you make me happy enough for me to cream in my pants,” he said hugging Kurama.

 

“Hey, hey,” Kurama said while pushing Karasu away. “It's one thing to hug me but it's another thing to hug me after saying `cream my pants.'”

 

“Oops.” Raven scratched his head. “I guess it's time to see your bedroom.”

 

“My bedroom?” asked Kurama with doubt.

 

“I already told you that you're going to bunk in my room on the very bed I sleep every night. To hell if you think I'm going to let you sleep in the guest room. You're sleeping with me and that's final. Besides it's a king size bed. It's not like we'll be sleeping on a twin.”

 

Raven opened the door to his room. Kurama's eyes widened in awe at the large room. The décor was simple but very nice. There were no dressers or drawers though, but there was a flat plasma screen TV facing the large bed. Under the television were six long black DVD holders. It looked like there were more than two hundred movies. The walls were blue, not close to a navy or dark blue but something lighter like celeste but a bit more shadowed. His bed had a black blanket and large fluffy pillows. Above the headboard was a crucifix, the symbol of Raven's faith. Right next to the bed was a nightstand with several drawers and a lamp on top. The room in general was medium sized, not big. It did have two other doors, excluding the entrance, but other than that Kurama was somewhat unimpressed. Yes it had other small things like some photographs of people and places, but it was… meager for someone who was extravagant and rich like Raven Cortez.

 

Kurama unexpectedly said, “Is this it?”

 

Did that just crawl out of his lips!? But before he could utter an apology, Raven chuckled. “Oh you know me better than that, Itooshi.”

 

The crow walked towards the door to the left of the bed. His stuck out his hand to grope for a light switch, flicked it, and stepped into a large walk-in closet. The closet was perhaps bigger than the bedroom itself. Tall mahogany cabinets that reached up to the ceiling surrounded the square room. However there was one area of the closet that had three lofty mirrors and was at an angle to give the viewer several points-of-view of the person's body. Nonetheless the closet was very impressive and clearly cost a lot of money to make. Now Kurama was impressed.

 

`Why put your fashion ego in small wardrobes in your living quarters, when you can dedicate an entire room for it?' mused Kurama.

 

“I already had your clothes put away. These three closets,” Raven strolled and patted the three cabinets he spoke about, “are yours. The first has your more dressy-slash-casual clothes. The second has your in-the-house or out comfy clothes and shoes, and the last has your underwear, socks, and miscellaneous items.”

 

“Wow…” Kurama was astonished. “Thank you, Raven. I-”

 

“Ep, ep, ep,” retorted the pornographer. “I won't hear anything that involves you saying something about `I'll find someway to repay you' or `I don't know what to say.' Former you don't have to repay me at all. Latter, saying thank you was just enough. And now I have to show you my bathroom. I had some the house remodeled when Erotic became successful. Most of what you've seen already was part of the original foundation. The top floor, mainly my room, was changed considerably. The pool is new and the garage was something my dad and some Japanese uncles helped buy for my grandparents.”

 

Raven grabbed Kurama's hand kindly and led him to the door that was at the far right of his room. Once he turned on the light, the two entered.

 

Kurama had never seen such a big and beautiful bathroom. Everything about the lavatory was lovely. The floor was tiled in a rich light peach color mixed with gold. The walls were painted with a delightful shade of off-white and had picture frames with flowers away from the water areas.

 

Upon entering, one would see that the farthest wall to the entrance had the toilet (western of course), a long sink with a curved spout, and a mirror. Right next to the sink was a small bathroom cabinet hanging on the wall. More than likely it was a medicine cabinet. Kurama did notice, however, that very close to the latrine, there was a book-magazine rack. He didn't want to think much on that subject. The left wall had a laundry basket, several towel holders, a bigger cabinet and much larger mirror hanging over a marble platform with drawers, which actually turned out to be Raven's vanity set. To the right wall were more towel holders with towels and the shower. The shower had transparent curtains on a horizontal beam but unlike the typical Japanese bathroom, the shower had a barrier for the water not to spread.

 

But perhaps the most impressive aspect of the lavish personal bathroom was the large round tub that was in the middle. It was not exactly a tub, but more or less a basin on the ground. The tub was lifted a few feet from the ground and had steps to climb in. The color of the basin was the same color as the tiled floor and had a large golden faucet and keys. It looked as if four people could fit in comfortably without any problem at all.

 

Yes indeed Emilio S. Cortez was very extravagant.

 

“So? What do you think?”

 

“I think you are extremely overgenerous with yourself, and that it is beautiful.”

 

Raven gave a goofy smile. “Thanks, I do like to give myself little treats every now and then. So want to take a bath now?”

 

“What? Now?”

 

“Yeah sure. If you want, I could even join in with you, but if you're feeling shy, which you most likely are, I'll take mine in the other bathroom. So-”

 

A telephone began to ring. Raven quickly stepped out of the room and picked up the receiver from a phone that had apparently been in his room. Kurama turned around to listen in case of any more suspicious plots Raven had for him. The conversation turned out to be casual and in a normal tone of voice. The crow was speaking Japanese and continued to nod and smile at whoever was at the other side. Kurama wondered what kind of telephone call this might be since it was a little after the usual calling hours. Perhaps it was his parents or sister and was calling after calculating the time difference, or maybe just someone stupid to call around the late hours.

 

Karasu hung up the phone and headed towards the door. “It was Akira. I asked him to take your car from the apartment's parking lot and bring it here. You're going to need it for school after all.”

 

“Where did you get my keys?” asked the redhead in concern and followed his lover. He hoped that Raven's assistant or “hit man,” as he liked to put it, didn't hotwire the car.

 

“You left your keys at home when I took you to Erotic. I told them specifically to keep those keys so it could be brought today.”

 

“And where is my car now?”

 

“It's here,” answered Raven getting some keys from his key holder. “I need to open the gate for him.”

 

With that said and done, the Spaniard opened the front door and pressed on a little button on what looked like a car alarm. Slowly the gate began to open and Kurama's small, but very nifty car was driven in and parked. The “hit man” got out of the vehicle and gave Raven the keys.

 

“Thanks again. Want something to drink?”

 

“No thank you. I need to be heading home.”

 

“Alright. Where's your ride?”

 

“Over there. I had a friend follow.”

 

“Good,” Raven began to reach to his back pockets and withdrew a wallet. “Here's a bit of something for you. The gas prices are horrible right now so it'll be the least you can do for your friend, ya know. I'll send your pay for the job tomorrow by check. See ya, Iwaki-san and good evening.”

 

“Good evening, Mr. Cortez.”

 

That very night the two were too tired to have sex, which struck Kurama as a surprise thinking that Raven was a complete nymphomaniac. They bathed in separate bathrooms, but slept in the same bed. Once Raven had securely locked the house, they were ready for the wash. Because the elder let Kurama use his lavatory, the fox had already been fully dressed when Raven arrived after his shower. And he was naked. Stark naked and didn't give a flip about it. The only thing that could cover him was his towel, but upon entering his bedroom he quickly unwrapped it from his hips, threw it over his shoulder, and went into his walk-in closet.

 

Except he decided not to dress in the closet, but rather to grab what he needed and put it on his bed while he finished drying… in front of Kurama that is.

 

As much as Kurama liked to see Raven's body, and had the knowledge that they were now lovers, Kurama still adverted his eyes in embarrassment. Raven knew that his boyfriend was nervous about seeing him naked, so he chose not to taunt and make the situation worse. It was one thing to see a guy naked that is your friend or acquaintance, but another was to see your partner nude. Not that Raven was uncomfortable seeing Kurama naked or anything, but that he understood the anxiety that his lover was feeling.

 

“Did you use some deodorant?” asked Raven pulling up his boxers then applying some deodorant spray to his armpits.

 

“I couldn't find mine,” he shrugged.

 

“Here use this,” Raven tossed the can to Kurama. Seeing that the fox was just holding it hesitantly he replied, “It's not infected. JesuCristo, just use it already.”

 

Kurama did as he was told and gave the deodorant spray back. He felt awkward using Karasu's personal property. It just seemed so… impersonal. Was Raven really raised to share and utilize things that belonged to someone else?

 

After Raven finished putting his sleeping clothes, which consisted of long pajama pants, socks, and a white muscle shirt, he climbed onto the bed and sighed in relief. Kurama sat on the bed and sighed as well. The two were really exhausted. First they had sex on a desk, then they went out to eat right after the Megumi event, the whole empty apartment ordeal happened next, and lastly the couple had to put away the rest of the items that couldn't be unpacked. The bath relaxed the two, but it was not enough to shake away the fatigue. Either way Kurama decided that no way in hell he was going to have sex two times that day, especially since his muscles still ached after the last “incident.”

 

The dark-haired man chuckled suddenly.

 

“What's so funny?”

 

“Well this is actually the first time I shared my bed to anyone, both in the innuendo and literal sense.”

 

“Don't lie,” scoffed Kurama.

 

“I'm serious,” he replied with a grin.

 

“Please. If anything, this is probably the first time you shared your bed with someone without sex being involved.”

 

“Aw come on, babe. I'm really telling you the truth.” Raven shrugged, “I mean what can I say? I'm a traditional guy.”

 

Above all the things Raven had to reply… Suddenly Kurama began to laugh out loud. His pale face began to turn several shades of pink and water began to form in his eyes.

 

What kind of answer was that? Kurama knew for a fact that his partner was anything but traditional. He already had premarital sex, owns a whole company dedicated to adult entertainment, curses like a sailor, slept around with women and men, oh the list could go on! And the sex toys! Kurama knew for a fact that Raven used sex toys, very odd and kinky sex toys at that. While he was dressing in the walk-in closet, curiosity got the best of him and he began to look through Raven's wardrobes. Everything seemed normal like the expensive designer clothing, the shoes, the creepy gothic clothing, even the lonely black thong in the underwear drawer was normal. But one drawer that he ventured into wasn't. Inside was an assortment of adult toys: whips, chains, handcuffs, dildos, vibrators, gags, (a stethoscope!?) rope, blindfolds, etcetera. Any toy or item one could think about was there, and perhaps there were even some things that looked illegal or just plain weird. But as far as Kurama was concerned, he was not going to play “doctor” with Raven any time soon.

 

“I don't see what was so funny,” said Raven with a pout. He waited for his lover to stop laughing. There was no use at all to talk to someone who was in the middle of a good laugh, and by the looks of things, his Itooshi really needed that laugh. It was until the fourth minute of the laughter when the redhead's mirth dwindled into giggling followed by some soft happy cries of pain. “Took you long enough. I was wondering when your stomach would hurt.”

 

Kurama sighed merrily and wiped away the tears from his eyes and cheeks. “I'd hardly call you traditional, but I'll give you the benefit of the doubt and believe you on the bed sharing thing.”

 

The elder man just smiled. Though it seemed to be some paradox, Raven was actually telling the truth. It is true that he is a man with loose morals and had sexual relationships with plenty of others, but that did not mean he was completely intimate with them. Growing up, Raven was taught to reserve lovemaking and “the main bed” to his spouse or someone he deeply loved and cared about. (Even though the deep premarital intimacy part was still looked down upon by his family.) He kept faithful to the notion. Whether or not he was rightly faithful is to his or her own, but considering that Raven Cortez had never made love to a person nor invited anyone to his own bed gives one the impression about his devotion to his upbringing.

 

“Help me make the bed,” replied Raven.

 

Once the deed was done Kurama laid on the finished bed. He was just about to close his eyes when he noticed that Raven was doing something beside his bed. “What are you doing?”

 

“Oh I'm checking for something under my bed.”

 

“What is it?”

 

The crow bent down, grabbed the desired item, and sat on the bed. “It's a mask.”

 

The mask was white and about a foot long. It was an oval, or it appeared to be since the top of the mask had more width than the bottom. The form reminded Kurama of the masks from Africa and South America: slender chin that became bigger as lines led toward the forehead. Yet despite the shape, the mask was clearly Asian. The material wasn't porcelain or wood; it was glossy, lacquered and smooth. One could scratch against the face and not have that tingling shiver.

 

The mask's design was somewhat frightening. The mouth was painted in a black lacquer, but the expression was a small, yet wide sinister smile, like a thin slice of melon or that villain, Joker, from the American comic Batman. The eyes were like a spider's, but instead of eight eyes, there were six and had the same black gloss. Another thing to be noted is that the eyes were in paired in threes: two columns and three rows, which made it look more like an arachnid. The eye's figure came across like a boomerang except the cut was thicker and more obtuse. And that was all to the mask. Nothing more and nothing less.

 

The only cross reference Kurama could think of was Spirited Away's No-Face, but considering how scary this mask is, No-Face was like Mickey Mouse or Doraemon.

 

“Scary, isn't it?”

 

Kurama nodded. “Why do you have this thing under your bed?”

 

“Well when I was a kid I had a lot of visions in my dreams. And I don't mean visions like seeing the future or having a weird dream, but like, I was seeing things that could have been in my past life.”

 

The youkai was almost shaken by his boyfriend's declaration. Could it be that Raven was seeing his life as Karasu? “Keep going.”

 

“Some of them were nightmares and others were just plain moments, but I hated it. I told my grandpa when I was in Japan at age nine, about these visions. He gave me this mask. He said that his family has had it for many generations and for some reason it helps against having bad dreams or visions. I decided to give it a chance and put it under my bed because the damn thing scares me to hell.”

 

“And did it work?”

 

“Yes sir, it did. I figured that it was like a dream catcher. In the States, the Native Americans have this netted circle that supposedly catches all the bad dreams. And speaking of dreams,” he said with a yawn and put the mask under the bed, “let's get some rest.”

 

Kurama nodded and rest his head on the large pillow. The whole bed felt so good and butter soft. As soon as he closed his eyes, Kurama fell asleep. There was some slight movements that Raven made before turning off the remaining lights, but it did not wake him up. He sensed a kiss being placed on his forehead and Raven's gentle breathing on his neck. Suddenly a loud bark woke him up.

 

“Ugh…not now Binko,” grumbled Karasu as he got out of the bed and opened a window.

 

Kurama yawned. “Do you have a dog?”

“No, it's just my neighbor across the street's noisy shiba inu, Binko.”

 

“Don't yell at the dog right now,” he replied, almost whining.

 

“He won't shut up unless someone yells at him, Shuuichi.”

 

“Close that window and get in bed.”

 

“Fine, fine.” Raven closed the window and crawled back to bed.

 

The dog continued to bark incessantly, getting louder and louder after every howl. Raven was about to get up and yell at the shiba inu, when a quick yelp was heard and the barking stopped. Binko was never the kind of dog to suddenly stop its nightly howling. The photographer tempted to go outside and see what came of the dog. He could have been attacked by another dog or even run over, but chances were that Binko's owner brought him back to the house.

 

`Hopefully, because I don't want to get out of bed,' thought Raven, snuggling closer to his sleeping lover.

 

----5:30AM

 

Raven woke up around five o'clock and immediately freshened up and got dressed without waking up Kurama. In the kitchen, he was making a list of the various items he would need to buy for the paella, double checking if the necessary item was hiding somewhere in his pantry or refrigerator. His coffee was done.

 

He drank his coffee in a large mug, accompanied by some toast with a slice of warm ham on top. He was almost finished, when Kurama, still in his pajamas, entered the kitchen and sat across from him.

 

“Good morning,” said Karasu.

 

“Good morning,” replied the redhead.

 

“Want something to eat?”

 

“No, not right now.”

 

“How did you sleep?”

 

“Well,” yawn, “and you?”

 

“Pretty good.” He took a bite of his toast and sipped his hot drink. “You're up early though.”

 

“I wanted to get ready for school.”

 

“Well you know your car is here. I attached a gate lock on your keys for when you come back. I work pretty late on some days, so I got you a key to the house too.”

 

“Thank you,” Kurama said sleepily.

 

“Why don't you go back to bed?”

 

“No, I like to wake up early.”

 

“Whatever you say.” He took another gulp of his coffee. “Ah good stuff. So what time are you leaving for school?”

 

“Seven or earlier.”

 

“Okay, well when I come back from work I'll have your new schedule for Erotic done, but not unless you have a new class schedule. Got one?”

 

“No.”

 

Raven looked at Kurama's sleepy eyes. He looked as if he was about to pass out any minute now. They didn't sleep late either. It was about ten or eleven when they hit the hay, and Binko didn't bark as long as he usually did. Perhaps Kurama was plain tired, simple as that.

 

“We'll discuss it later.” Raven got up from his seat and went into his study. When he returned, his right hand was full of papers and placed them on the table.

 

“What are those?”

 

“Faxes that I missed. I haven't checked it for like two weeks.”

 

“I've noticed.”

 

The elder began to read his faxes and threw some away. He frowned at several, while others brought a smile to his face. One in particular produced a giant grin followed by a soft chuckle. He placed the document on the countertop and drank the rest of his coffee.

 

Raven grabbed his keys and kissed Kurama's forehead, “I'm going to work now. I'll see you later this evening.”

 

----Erotic Office

 

“Good morning Mr. Cortez,” said Mrs. Suzuki setting the daily paper and coffee on Raven's desk.

 

“Good morning Mrs. Suzuki. How was your day so far?”

 

“I can't complain.”

 

The photographer opened the newspaper and flipped a few pages. His face suddenly looked disgusted and appalled. “People today are just sick.”

 

“What's wrong?”

 

“Man brutally murdered found in bayou.”

 

“Oh my.”

 

“Yeah, and they had to have produced the image. Listen to this: Last night the Tokyo police found the body of a man in his mid-twenties in the bayou near a bridge. The man's identity has not yet been found, however it may be due to the damage the attacker had caused. The man's face contained gashes that went as deep as the bone and only the cuspids (canine) were extracted from the mouth. Many parts of his body also had large gashes that appeared to be caused by claws or a knife. The police speculate that the victim died from the loss of blood. The forensic crew is looking for any clues that the murder could have left and a full autopsy will be released within a week of examination. Isn't that just repulsive? To this day, I still cannot seem to fathom how anyone could do such a thing to a fellow human being.”

 

“Neither can I, but unfortunately that is the way life is. The strange thing about that crime was the missing teeth. I think it's odd for a murderer to remove just those teeth.”

 

“So do I,” he replied closing the newspaper and set it aside. “However I think it's best that we stop looking at brutal these things and concentrate on something more… riveting and positive.”

 

----Tokyo University

 

Kurama entered the library and grabbed a dictionary. He sat across from a computer and went into a search engine to look for an online dictionary. The redhead looked at the document that Karasu had left on the counter before he left. He didn't know why but he was curious to know what had made Raven so happy. Perhaps it was some way of getting to understand his partner more, especially since he was living with him now. The computer revealed many sources to his inquiry.

 

The whole situation would have been easier if the paper was in Japanese or English, but instead it was a newspaper article in Spanish. Since Kurama had no exposure to the language, he had to rely on his school as a resource. After looking into the Spanish-Japanese dictionary going into many websites, he encountered one that was able to get a rough translation of the title.

 

Spain becomes the third nation in the world to legalize gay marriages. [1]

 

----Yusuke's High School

 

“Hey guys did you see the news last night?” asked Keiko.

 

“No, I don't really watch it,” replied Kuwabara.

 

“Did you Yusuke?”

 

“Nope. I really don't see why I have to anyway,” shrugged the spirit detective.

 

“Oh Yusuke, you're such a lost case sometimes! If you had even bothered to pay attention maybe you'd know that a lot of freaky things are going on in Japan.”

 

“Eh? What do you mean?” asked Yusuke.

 

“It's the weirdest thing: someone is killing the Kobe cows.” [2]

 

“Uhh and that's a bad thing?”

 

“Yusuke you dummy!” Keiko smacked her boyfriend behind his head. “Anyway, there have been a lot of them turning out dead in the morning. The only thing they could find are two holes on its body.”

 

“Maybe they were poisoned,” Kuwabara answered.

 

“It's not as simple as you think because there is no blood in the cow's body to run a test on.”

 

“What!?” the boys replied in unison.

 

“Keiko that's impossible!” said Yusuke.

 

“You think that part's strange, wait until you hear this: several organs, besides the blood, are missing as well. No other wounds were on the cow's body.”

 

The boys' eyes and mouth were wide open, but Yusuke was the first to recover from the state of shock. “That's bullshit, Keiko. You said you got this from the news, but this sounds like those crackpot magazines that talk about the Yeti and the end of the world!”

 

“Hey you don't believe me, check it out for yourselves. It's all over the papers and news. Perhaps if you even bothered to see the news for once, maybe you'd be better informed with the world.”

 

“If I didn't know better, this could definitely a demon, Yusuke,” said Kuwabara.

 

“You're right, but the strange thing is that Koenma hasn't told us anything yet. Keiko how long has this been happening?”

 

“For about two weeks I suppose.”

 

Kuwabara blinked. “Two weeks? That's already been enough time for them to find out and tell us. Something really fishy is going on and I don't like it one bit.”

 

“Neither do I,” replied Yusuke. “This demon, or whatever it is that is causing all this mess is either very good at keeping things from Spirit World, which I highly doubt if people here already notice it, or Koenma's been hiding this from us.”

 

“What are you going to do?” asked Keiko.

 

“I don't know, but sure as hell Kuwabara and I are going to get to the bottom of this.”

 

----Raven's house

 

Raven had arrived at home around seven in the evening with several supplies for his paella. Kurama had already been there for several hours and was reading a book in the living room. Knowing that his beloved was distracted, the crow took off into the kitchen and began to prepare the dish.

 

Normally he would have to have used leftovers to make his paella, but seeing that his refrigerator was lacking the scraps from previous meals, he had to start from scratch. It was not a big problem from him since his aunt used make it whenever he was able to visit her in Toledo, Spain and that his father also knew how to make the dish. After about forty-five minutes, the paella was done and Raven called Kurama to the table for dinner.

 

“So how is it?”

 

“Mmm. It's good. What do you use to make it so yellow?”

 

“Saffron and it's hard to find in some places. I'm glad you like it.”

 

“Is this from your region?”

 

“Nope. My dad's maternal side is from Andalucía, which is in the south of Spain, and the paternal is from Toledo, which is next to Madrid. Paellas are from Valencía, in the east. I have the Andalusian accent, but since I've been living for a real long time in the U.S and knew a lot of Latin Americans, my accent sort of acquired a bit of theirs.” [3]

 

“I see.”

 

Raven smiled, “Eh don't worry about it. I talk too much.”

 

After dinner, the two began to watch television for a short while, then after they parted their ways to do some individual work. Raven went into his study to review several work related things, while Kurama began to study in the living room. A few hours had passed when the fox decided to get up and take a break.

 

“Raven?”

 

“Yes?” the photographer replied while writing on a paper.

 

“I'm going to take a short walk. I will return in a few minutes.”

 

“Oh can you do me a favor then?”

 

“Yes, what is it?”

 

Raven reached into his pocket and took out his wallet, drawing out several yen. “If you happen to see a cigarette vending machine, buy me a pack of Marlboros but the red one.”

 

“Sure,” he replied picking up the coins.

 

“Don't forget your keys.”

 

“I won't.”

 

Ten minutes passed and Karasu was not worried. He got up from his desk and went into the kitchen for a glass of water. He sighed. He thought a lot about work, his family and everything that went by in his life. A smile crept into his face when he thought about Kurama and the two trysts of passion. When he stopped and pondered about it, the two had never made love to each other. Perhaps… tonight would be different, he mused.

 

An abrupt splash from his pool interrupted his train of thought. Was there someone in his backyard? Raven did not think twice on the matter and immediately ran to the pool area as fast as he could. Once there, he flicked on all the lights that there available and inspected the area. There were no footprints on the concrete or anywhere near the pool. The person or thing still had to be in the pool, he deduced.

 

Within the water's reflection, Raven appeared blue and wavy, but he did not see anything that indicated that someone or something was in there. He took several more steps closer to the pool and looked around. Though the shadows from the tree made the water appear to be a little darker, there was something definitely black in the pool.

 

The black thing began to swim around like a fish in the pool. Raven curious to know what exactly the thing was, kept his feet on the same spot and looked to see if there was a way to distinguish its identity. Slowly the black thing began to ascend, getting closer and closer to the surface. But Raven Cortez remained in the same position almost hypnotized with the thing's movements

 

SPLASH!

 

The black thing lounged out of the water with its claws reaching out towards Raven and grabbed the collar of shit shirt. Its mouth resembled the suctions of a leech but with large shark-like teeth surrounded by duck bill-looking lips. On its head was bright red hair with an object that was similar to a flower's pistil making the whole “ensemble” appear to be a giant flower on the cranium. The skin was full of scales with bluish green tints and held a large turtle shell on its back.

 

“AAAHHH!! KAPPA!! KAPPA!!”

 

Kurama was only a few steps away from home when he heard his partner's blood curdling screams. He dropped the cigarettes and ran very quickly with his subhuman powers to the house. The fox jumped over the gate that was blocking the way and unleashed his rose whip. When he finally got to his destination (which didn't take him that long to get to), he almost froze in horror at the sight that was displayed before him.

 

Raven was on the ground kicking, thrashing, and screaming in terror at the large creature that was on top of him. He continuously yelled, “KAPPA!! KAPPA!!” as the monster repeatedly tried to touch him.

 

Kurama ran towards the Kappa when all of a sudden the monster was flung into the air and right on the fence behind the pool. The Kappa immediately got up but apparently without its own bidding. Its body began to levitate and it was hurled around the whole yard crashing into many random things. After Raven's screaming had ceased, the floating had stopped and the Kappa was able to escape before the fox would catch it.

 

He could have easily gone and looked for the creature, however upon looking at Karasu's extremely frightened state, Shuuichi decided that it was best to help his lover recover. The youko cradled Raven's body and looked at his face. It was paler than usual and his breathing was somewhat shallow: Raven had frightened himself into unconsciousness, or so it seemed. Kurama wondered what had caused the strange levitations, but he put that aside as he began to take Raven back inside the house.

 

A few blocks from the Cortez residence, a man dressed in casual attire that consisted of navy slacks and a maroon oxford shirt, began to walk around the neighborhood. He came across a light night jogger whose clothes were all in white. The jogger stopped when she passed beside him. Her skin was almost as white as the very clothes she wore. The only thing that had contrast was her charcoal colored hair and eyes, and her bright red lips. The man had stopped as well.

 

“I found him,” replied the man.

 

“That's good. I hope you didn't frighten him.”

 

“Unfortunately I did.”

 

“You are so blunt some times.”

 

“Don't worry, I'll get someone to handle that mess and it'll be like nothing had ever happen.”

 

“Let's hope,” she hissed. “By the way… have you noticed that he has been getting rid of the vermin in your territory?”

 

The man spat in disgust, “Yes, and I didn't ask him to.”

 

“Well neither did I, but someone had to eventually.”

 

“Where is he?”

 

“I don't know…I believe he is with Pamee.”

 

“Why is she involved in this?”

 

“Because Pamee is closer to Japan.” The woman paused for a few seconds. “I shall see you around, and do get that someone to handle the fright situation. We can't have him traumatized because of your ugly self.”

 

“Fucking Mono.”

 

“Get a life, Morpher.”

 

------End of Chapter 11

 

[1] This is a fact, not a lie. Spain has legal gay marriages. The Netherlands and Belgium were the first two nations to allow it, then Canada followed suit after Spain had announced their decision.

 

[2] Kobe beef is something you probably have heard of. The cows are feed barley and beer, and are massaged after a meal to get the alcohol taste to “settle” in with the meat. The meat can get expensive. I've never tried it, but I hope to one day.

 

[3] The Andalusian accent is what influenced the Latin American Spanish to be the way it is today. Nealy all parts of Spain have something called the “thetheo,” which means that all soft C's and all Z's have a “th” sound. Like gracias is pronounced as “grathias.” In Andalucía, all the soft C's and all Z's have the S sound in a “seseo”.

 

Many things have happened in this chapter hasn't it? First we find out what's eating Nissho, then Raven is attacked by a Kappa. Who are those mysterious people and who is this he and Pamee they keep referring to? What is going on with the cows and that murder? Will Raven be okay? What about that Binko? Too many questions with answers that will be resolved in chapter 12.

 

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