This is my new story, "Angel's Touch". It is really weird and feeds of my obsession on blood (thank you Halo, I owe it to you). Now this story is pretty much supposed to be about Youko Kurama's life as a bandit, but instead it has its twist and turns in the story itself. The basic idea is Youko Kurama is a cold hearted demon. He meets this girl one day and in exchange of sparing the girl's friend's life, she has to be his servant.

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, but I do own Sakura Shiro.

Please forgive any spelling or grammer errors. I don't have anyone to help me edit my stories yet. If anyone woluld like to volunteer, please tell me.

Angel's Touch: Prologue

Blood dripped from the razor sharp thorns of the stem-like, green whip that was wrapped the tall man's wrist. His long silver hair was tied back into a messy ponytail, and his lightly tanned face had dots of smeared blood; though, he did not have a scratch on him. His pure white robes clashed with the crimson red that covered them.

Another man, who looked no older than sixteen, stood before the other, trembling in fear. The sword lay forgotten on the cold earth in front of him. It would not have helped him against his skilled opponent. Cold sweat covered his body as he slowly backed away from the approaching enemy, but unfortunately for him, he tripped over his dead comrades' bodies.

"Do not worry. You will be joining your friends soon enough," the silver haired man said with an amused yet emotionless voice. He held no express on his face, but you could see the sick twisted pleasure he was receiving from this in his amber eyes. Just one more weak obstacle then he would go claim his prize.

"Wh-who are you," the boy forced out through an almost closed throat. The fear he was feeling was suffocating him. The aura around the man that stood in front of him reeked of death.

The man smirked. "Youko Kurama." The man named Youko Kurama lifted his whip and flicked his wrist, the whip wrapping around the boy's throat. Its thorns dug into his neck with ease. Kurama quickly tugged the whip, ripped off the boy's head. Blood sprayed everywhere, adding more crimson droplets onto his silver hair.

The Youko's ears twitched. He felt like someone was watching him. He turned around quickly as he pushed his bangs out of his eyes. His amber eyes seemed to glow a bright gold color in the dark room. He glared at a dark corner which appeared nothing out of the ordinary. He walked cautiously to the corner and lashed his whip. A blood curling scream was heard throughout out the room. The mysterious bandit gave a satisfied smirked and entered the large iron doors.

Sakura shot up from her futon with ragged breathing, another dream about that silver haired man. The girl forced her breathing to slow. That man, he always took her breath away. The air around him was suffocating and intense. Almost every time when she dreamt about him, there was so much killing. He was always covered in blood, usually someone else's, but sometimes it was his own. She remembered the times when he raped the young women from villages, and when he stole priceless items from heavily guarded places, but he was always covered in blood, Youko Kurama.

Well, she should not say always, just most of the time. There were two particular dreams that stood out from the rest. There was a dream where he was not his usual unemotional self. He was with another man named, Kuronue, if she remembered correctly. This man was his best friend and his partner in crime, a brother to this cold hearted bandit. They had gotten drunk with sake and sang ridiculous songs about pillaging, stealing, killing, and getting fine girls. They smiled and laughed. They had wanted the world to fear them. Kurama and Kuronue. One night, during one of their raids, Kuronue died. Kurama was there and watched as his friend bled to death after bamboo poles pierced his body filtering blood through them like pipes. Kurama could not do anything to save his friend. Sakura watched that same murderous man mourn over his comrade for days. After Kuronue's death he seized all emotions . . . . . and became extremely sarcastic.

There was one more unusual dream. He was not trying to steal anything and for once blood was not apart of his attire. A full moon shined overhead of a small river. Even in the dark, one could see the sparkling blue river reflecting the silver light.

Kurama sat on the large rocks that stood next to the river. He was alone and there was no sound except the splashing of the river and the summer wind. The moonlight seemed to enhance his features. His skin seemed to have a heavenly glow and his silver hair shone brightly as it flowed with the wind. His non expressional face gave off a superior look. To Sakura he looked a bit lonely, yet he looked like for once he was calm at mind. He looked like a god to her. Everything was just so unearthly about him. His postured, his aura, his ears, and his tail gave him another worldly look. He was so beautiful, it made her heart stop.

"I want to touch those ears," Sakura mumbled to herself. She imagined herself touching those adorable fox ears, wondering if they were as soft as they looked.

She shook her head quickly dismissing the idea. If she touched them, and that was if she could even get close enough, the owner of those adorable appendages would probably kill her.

She gave a long, drawn out sigh. He was a bandit and what's worse, a yokai. He enjoyed killing people. If he was real, chances are she would run away screaming bloody murder. She should not be dreaming of touching to pet the man.

She laid back down on her futon and pulled up the warm covers. "Why do I dream about him?" Sakura wondered as her eyelids fell closed. She had never met the man who was remotely close to him, and he frightened her.

"Maybe Kira was right, I do need to get a man," the girl yawned before drifting off to sleep.

That was my first chapter. It sucked. I know, but please review anyway. I am willing to take any suggustions that will make my story better.

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