Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Karasu's Love, Or Not ❯ Karasu's New Rival, Or Not ( Chapter 6 )

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Karasu's Love, Or Not

Chapter the Seventh: Karasu's New Rival, or Not

By: Happiness's Deceit

Fandom: Yu Yu Hakusho

Disclaimer: (looks around) I OWN YU YU HAKUSHO!!! (Gets jumped) NOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Warning: Perverted-ness, yaoi, dead guys being alive, bad language, obsessive behavior, and maybe a few limes? OOC-ness! And echii-ness!

Author Notes:

We're soo sorry for the huge delay. But if we don't have inspiration, then we don't have writing. (pouts) Inspiration came to us at 3 o'clock this morning, and we've been typing our butts off to get this chappy to you. Enjoy!

Thismeans it's a flashback or a video. This means it's normal… `This' means it's implied. “This” means it's being said. Thisis just separators.

“Don't you dare leave me here. Not in this situation.” Kurama grunted. “I swear I will never talk to you again if you do.” He spoke the retreating figure.

The man who was leaving was tall—taller than Kurama, and light hair spilled over his shoulder. He sighed. “Alright love, if that's how you want it. I will miss our conversation, but then,” he smirked, “Or maybe not. Moaning doesn't count as talking, right?” The lanky man tilted his head.

Kurama flushed. “You…are…a…idiot…” He gasped. “Oh, come on, just—” A pale finger pressed against his slim lips.

“Not if you keep making such delicious sounds, love, they really turn me on.” The man slipped behind Kurama, pulling him into a hug without obstructing his arms' position. “Besides, seeing you stretched and ready like this makes you seem so much hotter, like a star that has just gotten this much closer.” He ran his fingers up Kurama's sides. “You like it though, don't you?”

Youda wriggled his way against the barely fixed door, eavesdropping for all to see. Who is in there?! He thought rapidly. If it isn't a contestant, this will ruin the entire contest!

The announcer ran to the nearest contestant's bedroom—Karasu. Two halls left, four doors down the hall… He slammed his fist on the door. “WAKE UP! WAKE UP! I HAVE BIG NEWS! BIG NEWS!!!!!!”

Karasu opened the door swiftly. Unfortunately, Youda took that moment to slam his hand again on the--- well, where the door used to be, now where Karasu's crotch was. Youda, bless his height, was about eye level with Karasu's waist… In that moment, things seemed to slow down. Two things were very apparent in that next moment. The first was Karasu's pain. The second was Youda's utter disgust.

“OH MY WORD! WHAT THE HELL HAVE I JUST TOUCHED! CURSE MY HEIGHT, CURSE IT! I'LL NEVER BE CLEAN AGAIN! MOMMY, YOUR WORTHLESS SON HAS SINNED! HE WAS ALRIGHT SERVING A GAY LORD, BUT NOW HE TOUCHED ANOTHER MALE'S…OH MY WORD! I MUST REPENT! DAMN YOU KARASU! I'LL NEVER BE CLEAN! PURIFY ME! STOP MY BLOODY SIN OF TOUCHING ANOTHER MALE!! SAVE ME FROM THE NOTHINGNESS THAT WILL SURROUND ME AS MY PUNISHMENT! I WANT MY MOMMY! WHY IS EVERYONE AGAINST THE SHORT GUYS!!!”

Youda ran from the room in fear.

“Wait…” Karasu rasped, though on the floor in blatant pain. “What was the `big news'?”

But alas, he was too late. The green toad-like demon had already left to purify himself. The idiot probably didn't even realize that he was a demon, and purification equaled death.

Sad fate for a stupid demon. But at that point, Karasu was too busy wishing that the toad would have a horrible and bloody death. It may have been better for Karasu to deal out that death himself…

Kuronue stepped out of his room, and then promptly moved back into it as a green blur shot past him. The bat looked carefully both ways this time before stepping out, and craned his head to hear what the strange toad had been screaming.

“I'LL KILL THAT DAMN CROW! HE HAS DEFILED MY HAND! WHAT EVIL DEMON WOULD DO SUCH A—”

Kuronue blinked. Karasu—and YOUDA? He shook his head. Whatever got him out of the way, he guessed… But still! The bat turned back into his room to hide until that evil thought left his mind. Really, what was he thinking? Youda was too much of a spazz, and what it probably was, was a misunderstanding. Still—

The bat bit his lip. Perhaps he should visit that crow to make sure nothing too devilish was occurring… Satisfied by that thought, the ebony-haired male turned down the hall to Karasu's.

Green eyes blinked blearily at the male with his hands currently on his lower back.

“Are you sure this is okay? After all, you're not a contestant…”

“Love; there is no place that says a non-contestant can't be on the property. Look at the all the little demon slaves that Yomi keeps around. If they were all contestants, than perhaps it is time for me to enter as well.” The taller male wrapped his arms around Kurama's waist.

“…Okay…” Then Kurama seemed to snap out of his daze. He tore out of the other male's arm. “Hold on a minute! `Love'? `LOVE'? Why in the world have you given me a nickname! It's not like we're dating! You're my coach—mmph! Mmmmph! Muphm!”

He was stopped by the light haired man's hand.

“Quiet, Kura-chan. No one needs to know that. Of course…” He grinned. “I am your coach for making sure that tight body of yours stays flexible. But no one else needs to know that.”

He was met a dark glare.

“Sure, love.” The man chuckled.

Kurama's foot shot up, catching the man's chin. “Yes, very flexible indeed, thanks.”

Hiei shook himself awake. Maybe that was a dream, he reasoned. After all, there was no reason why Kurama had been beneath Yomi and Kuronue. A very graphic dream, that. How cute. He mentally ran over the vision again. All that grinding, Kurama's flushed face and mussed up hair, Kuronue's vigorous movements… A dark blush ran its way across his face.

“Threesome. I didn't think the fox would like it THAT way. Maybe he just likes different…sizes…” He shot up. “BUT THAT MEANS KURAMA ISN'T A VIRGIN ANYMORE!! THAT WAS MY JOB! I WAS SUPPOSED TO DEFLOWER HIM!!!! …You know, I've always wondered about that term…isn't it awkward that it talks about flowers and Kurama like flowers…”

The male mumbled to himself and swiftly donned his cloak. Then he ripped open the door.

“OH MY WORD! WHAT IN THE WORLD WAS I THINKING GOING TO THAT CROW! I PUT MY HAND THERE! OH THE CRUEL FATE! CRUEL FATE! WHAT HAVE I DONE TO DESERVE THIS MOST TERRIBLE FATE!”

Hiei looked at the shivering mess of green in front of him.

Then he edged around him. Hiei set off to look for Kurama, ignoring the spasming demon behind him.

A laugh. Sputtering. And a promise of revenge.

These were the things that made up Karasu and Kuronue's meeting.

Or, really, just Karasu going spastic on the bat. Kuronue had entered the room without knocking, and had seen Karasu in a less than favorable position. Plainly, Karasu had been trying to revive his `little one'.

Kuronue cackled. The crow was…was…on the ground…holding his crotch! Was like a—He broke off in sniggering.

“You deserve it, you creep.” Kuronue mocked. “Now you know how it feels.” Mentally he added, So stop annoying me over it!

Karasu glared at Kuronue from his position on the ground. “You will die, bat. Just as soon as I can get up.”

“Lo-ser! Lo-ser! Kurama won't want to sleep with a guy who can't even recover from this! Lo-ser!”

Yomi sat up, mildly disturbed. What in the world was the infernal racket coming from downstairs? He strained his ears and soon sounds began to filter.

“Mmn..ah…please. A little harder, thanks.”

“OH MY WORD! WHAT IN THE WORLD HAVE I TOUCHED, MOTHER?! I'M—”

“…Kill you.”

“As if you could! Not like you are now!”

“Now where is Kurama?”

Yomi blinked. Was that Kurama? Begging for more? He stressed his ears again, now just concentrating on the floor beneath him.

A male voice he recognized, but couldn't quite place… “Relax, love, being so tense will make it hurt more later.”

“Don't…ahn…care. Just hurry up.” Kurama.

A chuckle. “Of course.” He heard more grunts and a moan. “You like it?”

“Move.”

Yomi winced. HE stopped. Now he was being like…a voyeur! Well…maybe not exactly. Blood began to trickle from his nose and Yomi wiped it away quickly. His door slammed open. It was Hiei.

“Goat!” The smaller demon called. “Have you seen Kura--?” The fire demon stopped. “Yomi, you've just heard something incredibly hot, haven't you? Well, let's hear it!”

Yomi buried his head into the pillow.

Hiei jumped on Yomi.

“Well, goat, everyone knows now that you heard something. Speak. Besides, it has to be about Kurama if you're bleeding that badly. You know, the other day…I was actually surprised that you were a middle boy. And that you liked Kuronue that way, if you know what I mean.”

Yomi twitched. Then he muttered, “I think he's having sex with someone.”

“I see. That's neat. Can you hear all the little details? Like if Kurama is a screamer? Or maybe he's the silent type that just drives you mad looking at their expressions.”

“Hiei.”

“Yes?”

“Shut up.”

“So you'll give me the details?”

“Of course not.”

“Well why not?”

“You're being an idiot?”

“That's right! Wait, no---nevermind that…”

Yomi snorted. “You just admitted you were an idiot.”

“No I'm not!” Hiei denied.

“SO then what are you?”

“I'm a smart person who can tackle Kurama more easily than you.”

“You realize that he's taller than you. That means you may be a bottom-boy for Kurama.”

“As if! Kurama is so much more bottom-like than I!”

Kurama gasped. “Get out, darn you, and get out right now! Your lesson is done…you'll just have to wait to do next time.”

The taller male gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. “Of course, love. See you tomorrow.” The man walked off, tossing his light hair over his shoulder and flashing out the window.

Left alone, Kurama moaned. “He's always so rough… And I always get so sweaty after his lessons.” Kurama pulled himself up and moved for the bathroom across the hall.

It was time for a bath.

Finally done!