Prologue
Hello, hello! This is a Yu Yu Hakusho story I've had for a while, and I've
been meaning to finish it for the longest time! Perhaps if I get enough
reviews I'll feel inspired.or something. Anyway, I hope you guys like this.
I know the prologue is short.I'll have the first chapter up in a few days!
"Raindrops on my window, I can't tell them apart. Like the few things forgiven in my little black heart." "Little Black Heart" by A-ha
It's unfair how much differently crows and ravens were viewed. The two are close relatives, yet ravens had poems about them and were symbolic. Crows were just considered scavengers. It really wasn't fair at all.
Karasu sighed. Near him, candle light flickered, casting heavy shadows on the walls. In his hands, the mask that he had worn continually in his life was tossed back and forth just so he could have something to do. It was really pointless to continue wearing it. He had no youki left to create bombs with anyway. He was dead! A smile without humor graced his face as he clipped the mask back on. Even if he didn't need it, it was a certain comfort from when he was alive. Karasu really didn't like being dead, and he had wondered more then once just how exactly he'd gotten in the predicament. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he would die at the stupid tournament! However, being killed by the desirable Youko Kurama/ Shuuichi Minamino wasn't such a bad way to go. Besides, it wasn't over yet. Karasu had all of eternity to wait for his fox to die. After all, he wasn't going anywhere. And of course, there were things he could to help speed the process. As soon as Kurama died, they could be united for eternity! Karasu leaned forward on the stool, resting his head in his hand. He was trying to think back to when his obsession with the fox had begun. It had been long before the tournament. He had seen the Youko passing casually through one of the Makai's cities and had been struck dumb. He had seen Youko's before, but none seems as graceful and beautiful as the one before him. Despite the muddy conditions, the silver Youko had remained proud and tall. After that day, Karasu had hedged a quiet crush that slowly begun to develop into an obsession. It had been devastating when he'd died, and Karasu had taken it upon himself to kill the hunter who had murdered his love. Oh, the feeling he had felt when he'd found that his recent obsession, Shuuichi Minamino, was the one who housed the soul of the Youko he found so dear! He'd been doubly surprised when the mix had killed him, but death hadn't put a hamper in his plans to make the fox *his*. In fact, it seemed to aid him slightly.
Karasu smiled. He had been planning the capture of his Youko for years and it seemed as if his plan was almost invincible. Still, one could never be too confident. Karasu had to be very careful lest one mistake happened, resulting in his love slipping through his fingers. He only had one shot for this to all go smoothly, and he couldn't afford to waste it. Karasu had studied Kurama intensely, and he knew his strengths and weaknesses. Kurama's team mates- more specifically his best friend Hiei- was the weakness Karasu was going to chip at. How lucky he was! It seemed the gods were favoring him, because one of the demons indebted to *him* was one who Hiei was indebted to. This fact would make things infinitely easier.
-End Prologue- Ahhh, short, I know, I know! The chapters are longer, though! I love Karasu, I truly do. I actually have ideas swirling around in my head concerning how this story will end up.
"Raindrops on my window, I can't tell them apart. Like the few things forgiven in my little black heart." "Little Black Heart" by A-ha
It's unfair how much differently crows and ravens were viewed. The two are close relatives, yet ravens had poems about them and were symbolic. Crows were just considered scavengers. It really wasn't fair at all.
Karasu sighed. Near him, candle light flickered, casting heavy shadows on the walls. In his hands, the mask that he had worn continually in his life was tossed back and forth just so he could have something to do. It was really pointless to continue wearing it. He had no youki left to create bombs with anyway. He was dead! A smile without humor graced his face as he clipped the mask back on. Even if he didn't need it, it was a certain comfort from when he was alive. Karasu really didn't like being dead, and he had wondered more then once just how exactly he'd gotten in the predicament. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that he would die at the stupid tournament! However, being killed by the desirable Youko Kurama/ Shuuichi Minamino wasn't such a bad way to go. Besides, it wasn't over yet. Karasu had all of eternity to wait for his fox to die. After all, he wasn't going anywhere. And of course, there were things he could to help speed the process. As soon as Kurama died, they could be united for eternity! Karasu leaned forward on the stool, resting his head in his hand. He was trying to think back to when his obsession with the fox had begun. It had been long before the tournament. He had seen the Youko passing casually through one of the Makai's cities and had been struck dumb. He had seen Youko's before, but none seems as graceful and beautiful as the one before him. Despite the muddy conditions, the silver Youko had remained proud and tall. After that day, Karasu had hedged a quiet crush that slowly begun to develop into an obsession. It had been devastating when he'd died, and Karasu had taken it upon himself to kill the hunter who had murdered his love. Oh, the feeling he had felt when he'd found that his recent obsession, Shuuichi Minamino, was the one who housed the soul of the Youko he found so dear! He'd been doubly surprised when the mix had killed him, but death hadn't put a hamper in his plans to make the fox *his*. In fact, it seemed to aid him slightly.
Karasu smiled. He had been planning the capture of his Youko for years and it seemed as if his plan was almost invincible. Still, one could never be too confident. Karasu had to be very careful lest one mistake happened, resulting in his love slipping through his fingers. He only had one shot for this to all go smoothly, and he couldn't afford to waste it. Karasu had studied Kurama intensely, and he knew his strengths and weaknesses. Kurama's team mates- more specifically his best friend Hiei- was the weakness Karasu was going to chip at. How lucky he was! It seemed the gods were favoring him, because one of the demons indebted to *him* was one who Hiei was indebted to. This fact would make things infinitely easier.
-End Prologue- Ahhh, short, I know, I know! The chapters are longer, though! I love Karasu, I truly do. I actually have ideas swirling around in my head concerning how this story will end up.
