Note: I own none of these characters. Torture and lemony goodness to come so beware!! This fanfic was born from a roleplay so I am not entirely responsible for all the credit. I did major editing to the story and added many transitions to make the story make as much I can. This is my first fic so if you plan on reviewing, go easy on me. Construtive critism is apriciated!! Enjoy!^^V

My Pet Fox

Chapter 1

Death was one of those things, like love or being arrested, that was impossible to describe unless you had actually experienced it. Unlike love or being arrested, however, few people who died ever lived to tell the tale. Karasu was one of those select, lucky few who had experienced death and lived to tell the tale—though he wasn't inclined to speak about it.

He remembered lots of things from that day. What he'd eaten for breakfast, for example. He remembered Kurama's smell, the fear that danced behind his beautiful emerald eyes. He remembered Kurama, saying that he was not going to be afraid of what he couldn't see. The blood spattered on the concrete fighting ring stuck out in his head, just like the screams of pristine agony. He also remembered, in painfully meticulous detail, what it felt like to have his bones and flesh dissolved and eaten by a man eating plant. The slow crawl of death as it covered his body—and most of all, the slithering, all consuming darkness.

But Karasu dead not stay did for long. Someone as stubborn as he was would not likely give up that easy, now would they? He'd found a way out of death. He'd taken over the body of a man in a coma. Slowly pushing out all of his humanity and slowly funneling in his own demonic energies. It took a while, but he got everything together. A house, a menial job, and best yet—a way to watch the fox. He'd been watching him for some time now, slowly stalking him and gathering information like a thunderstorm gathers large clouds.

Karasu was now a teacher. A stupid job, he would admit, but a job that admitted him the most opportunities. He knew which college Kurama wanted to go to, and so he became a teacher there. The crow, as a demon, had many talents. Not just raping and murdering, either. He took a job as the art appreciation teacher. Why? Necessity. This school required all students to take this class, and he was the only teacher who taught honors. Though what Karasu did was not really teaching. He lectured; he passed the people that didn't sleep through his notes. Why? Why even put up this ruse? He needed Kurama. In ways the fox could never understand.

But that was then, and this was now. Now Karasu was sitting in a classroom with the lights off. The only light filtered through the open blinds, causing a nice gray color across the room. It was before the first class of the day—and he was very pleased. Why? Because Kurama was in his class now. A thin smirk drew tight across his pale, handsome face. His long black hair tied neatly behind his back. Karasu looked very much the same. His hair was long, his face and body were thin and lithe. His eyes were dangerous and a shade of deep purple. The only thing that had changed was that he had lost an inch or so. A bell rang in the distance, and his smirk turned more into a sick smile.

Karasu had been planning for months, maybe even a year. Some would call it revenge, but he wouldn't. He loved Kurama, and he was going to have him. He was going to take Kurama and make him his own again. They shared a bond no one else could understand. The closest bond was the bond between a murderer and a had killed him and now they were entwined for a very, very long time.

And the crow demon was not about to give up on having his fox anytime soon. He hadn't devised this long, drawn-out and otherwise stupid plan just to give up. Oh no. Kurama would be his. All his. And Karasu was going to expose the fox to all sorts of wonderfully delicious new things, because what was the point of getting a pet and not playing with it?

Kurama felt very anxious to be living in an apartment all by himself. Sure it was what he needed, to be in a living space all on his own for his studies, but that would mean he wouldn't be able to protect his mother anymore. Then again, another man has entered her life and he would be protecting her now. Sure enough Shuichi trusted the man and he did seem like a nice guy, but his mother was all he had left. She meant the world to him. Just recently, Shiori had loved this man long and well enough to start raising a family again. He was happy for his mother that she was going to be able to raise a normal human family. Soon Shuichi was going to be a big brother.

Luckily, he was fortunate enough to get an apartment that was close to his house so he would be able to visit his mother anytime he wanted but at the same time, close enough to his college. He had just got done moving in the night before but unfortunately, class was the very next day. Shuichi felt physically drained from moving everything back in. Even with the help of Shiori's lover, it took him well into the night before he finished. All of Shuichi's classes were scheduled in the mornings, which made things on his even harder.

Before Shuichi began his morning routine, he looked out his window. It was cloudy today but no rain. The sun that peered behind the clouds gave the town a gray tinted light that made everything seem dull. His apartment building was right across the street from the his old neighborhood and his house seemed to be very close to his house. He had a perfect view of his house, just the way he liked it. He saw that his mother was up and about too and her lover was helping her walk with all that weight in her tummy. Shuichi smiled when he reached over and gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek.

It had also been awhile since Kurama even spoke to his old friends. He knew that Hiei decided to go back to the demon world and hasn't spoken to him ever since. Yusuke and Kuwabara had moved on to bigger any better things. He knew that they were still being the spirit world's little errand boys but Kurama decided to stay out of it. He wanted live a normal life here. Luckily, Koenma understood.

Upon arriving at the college, Shuichi really didn't seem surprised. It was just as he pictured it. He looked down at his schedule to see that his Art Honors class was the first thing. Fair enough. Though being the little over achiever as he was known for, he had arrived a few minutes early. Not may people were here yet, but as time progressed more and more people fill up the seats. Everything seemed to be normal...except for one thing was out of place.

Shuichi didn't noticed this right away since the teacher had spent pretty much the whole lesson with his back turned toward the chalk board, writing down the important highlights of the lecture. Being the bookworm that Shuichi was, he had taken down many notes and written down all the assignments that he was suppose to do, but all of this came to an abrupt end when he got a good glimpse of his professor's face. He looked horrifyingly familiar, and that was not a good thing. It couldn't be... No it can't be. There were a lot of people who looked alike, maybe it was just a coincidence. However that smirk be gave him just now just put him freeze on contact.

As the bell rang of them to leave, Shuichi was filled with fear. Fear that this man is who he thought he was. He was too afraid to confront him. If he was wrong, he would think he was a mad man. He was unfortunately the last one here and it only left him and teacher. Without even breaking eye contact, he slowly packed his things and got ready for his next class.

The lesson was forgettable. Karasu was a collector of fine things, after all. Art was no exception. He knew all about it. His mind was on auto pilot as he snuck the occasional glance of his dearest. That beautifully studious boy leaned down and easily copied the notes as though they were written below his level. They were. Karasu could have made it harder, but he didn't care to. The class dragged by like needles on a chalk board in his mind, he was just waiting. Waiting for the chance they got to be alone, together.

Karasu would start off slow, sure. He'd make sure not to scare him away or make him too suspicious. Just little things. His appearance damning enough, why make it even worse for himself? No, he wanted to make the crow loose that precious sanity he had, along as his perfect human life. He heard the bell ring again, class was over. But Kurama sat frozen, eyes glued to the violet in his own irises. His smirk did not shrink, and his eyes did not waver. Sitting on his desk, he crossed his legs and ran a hand through his hair.

His voice was just as rich and smooth as it had been before. It was dripping with confidence and a smug sort of satisfaction. "Shuuichi, I'm surprised to see you hear. Reading your transcripts was rather impressive. I've never met someone quite like you." The crow seemed so horribly cool and calm, as though he was in control of everything that was going on right now. More than likely, he had every single card in the deck.

The crow was wearing something not so far off from what he wore during the tournament. A black shirt, button up of course, and black slacks. A pair of black shoes as well completed it. The crow kept everything simple, really. He preferred it that way. His skin stuck out in a bright white contrast to the dark clothes he wore.

Violet eyes just kept boring holes into the fox's older form. He was dissecting him, searching for something. Whatever he was looking for did not show past his eyes. His face, even without the mask strapped to it, was still rather emotionless and unreadable. Nothing else could be told from his eyes beside the wild glint that passed it from time to time. The crow could tell that Kurama was confused, alarmed. Perhaps the little fox was trying to rationalize this all, convincing himself Karasu was really someone else. Oh, but he was not. Karasu was Karasu. And he was planning on doing what he normally did.

"I do hope you'll continue to take my classes." A soft, slightly patronizing chuckle gurgled up from his throat, only serving to make him more unnerving. The crow was not perched, though he looked like he was just waiting for the right moment to strike out and injure his dearest little red head. A student started to walk in, but saw the confrontation and quickly walked back out. Karasu did not break his unyielding gaze/.

Shuichi's emerald green orbs didn't once take his gaze off of his Professor and neither did his. It was almost as if he was being hypnotized, looking into a cobra's irresistible gaze, or in this case, a crows'. His look on his face almost seemed as if he enjoyed their little exchange. There was something defiantly up with this guy but he was frustrated that he didn't know what. Normally he would of gotten it by now. However, he didn't have time for this, he needed to go. Before he had the chance to leave the classroom, the Professor started to speak to him.

He turned around to face him once again. He began to praise him about his academics. That was expected of them. All teachers said the same exact thing regarding his grades, plus he wished for him to come back to this class. "Yes, thank you very much sir. Your class did provide me with some useful information today. I do plan on coming back."

All lies of course. Currently, his major was Botany, the study of plants. He really didn't have a need for a class like this and it was only on his schedule because every freshman had to take it. The very least he could do is acknowledge like it was a big deal, just to be nice. However, before he could do so, that chuckle he just uttered, made him remember.

He knew he met this man before. It was Karasu, that man he defeated at the Dark Tournament. Even without the mask he could easily identify him. He thought he was dead. Apparently not. But how? How can anyone survive a brutal death like that. This man? What does he want with him? He couldn't of possibly went through all the trouble to come to the human world just to get revenge?

So many unanswered questions, but he can't confront him just yet. There were people here. The sly fox smirked himself, having an idea of his own.

"Oh Professor, I didn't quite catch your name. You never properly introduced yourself to the class and your name isn't here on the schedule"

Karasu was so proud of his little rose. So sly, so smart, and just so otherwise amazing. That was why he came back, after all. He loved Kurama. He couldn't just let him go, couldn't just let someone else take his wonderful, beautiful, smart half-demon. He wanted Shuuichi all to himself. "I prefer to be called my first name, Shuuichi. Karasu works just fine." He'd played into that ploy, of course. Kurama would have to do a lot to pull the wool over his eyes. The crow demon had been planning this for some time. He'd been planning on when to take him, how to entice him, what to do to him. Kurama was late to the game, really. He'd grown soft with his years in the human world, and hadn't even noticed when he was being watched. It was a shame, really.

The crow also knew what the fox's major was—and it was no surprise. The scar on his chest could attest to just how good a botanist he was. Oh, yes, he had kept that star-shaped scar burned into his breast. It was their mark, it was the sign that Kurama had cared about him enough to kill him. The sign Shuuichi had loved him enough to absolutely ruin him.

"I do hope we get to learn more about you, Mr. Minamino." And with a graceful wave of his hand, he dismissed the fox. He had to, you see. Even if he didn't want to. If he let Shuuichi stay any longer he would lose his cool and attack him. It seemed silly, yes, but most people didn't understand what it felt like. What it felt like to need someone, to want only for them—to know the pain of the deepest throngs of love. Watching as Kurama left, his smirk slowly faded.

The rest of his day had played out horribly normally. It was always the same, and he was ready to bash his head in. Karasu had a love/hate relationship with humans. He loved their innocence and unwavering ability to never give up—but he hated it when stupid things came from their mouths. His day had even ended easily. And, of course, his day started over again just as quickly. A demon could lose a lot of time in the human world—their whole existence was rather futile.