Author's Note: This is the sequel to my story A Fox and a Dragon's Tale of Love. Just writing this here as a reminder in case you haven't read the before mentioned. Wouldn't want to read the sequel first. -.-;; This is also a VERY graphic fanfic, so if you do not enjoy graphic violence material, then you should not read this.

The red-eyed crow screeched loudly as it flew through the darkened sky back to its home. Landing upon a perch, it cocked its head from side to side cawing and screeching in its annoying fashion.

A figure stepped forth from the cave and withheld an arm out towards the crow. After it had hopped on top his arm and perched did the figure step fully into the light. He wore a black jacket with a red trim, black pants, and a mask over his nose and mouth.

The crow's eyes turned back and forth as it observed its master and shrieked. "Kaaraasu! Kaaraasu!"

"That's right, my dear pet." Karasu stroked the head of the crow with his pointer and middle finger. "What news have you brought me of the whereabouts of Kurama and his little "watch dog"?"

Hopping from Karasu's arm, the crow dipped its beak within an ink jar and began to inscribe kanji lettering atop a piece of parchment. When it had finished the kanji read, "FOX WOUNDED, YOUKAI VERY WEAK. KONAI SHRINE. ONLY TWO."

"Very, very good my pet..." Karasu allowed the crow to perch his arm again. Walking over to a locked cell door, he peered inside. There sat a Demon who did not look in good health at all. Opening the door, Karasu allowed the crow to fly in. "There my pet, feed to your hearts content. You've earned it."

He smiled inwardly as he heard the screeching of his crow with the terrified cries of agony from the half dead Demon. First his crow would gorge the Demon's eyes out, then rip out the voice box, then the liver, and heart. From there it would just feast on the meat and blood. Karasu let out a low, bellowed laugh as he strode away. The splatter of blood upon the stone concrete wall could be heard and all was silent.

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"Ehshh..." Kurama winced as Hiei bandaged his neck. It had taken a while for the two to let go of the embrace, and after that there was an awkward pause.

Tying off the end lightly, Hiei sat back. Kurama had tended to his Black Dragon and made sure that it had been wrapped with a clean wrapping and was secure. His new katana sat upon Kurama's desk, blade cleaned of blood and glinting with the reflection.

Time over time, Hiei tried to make an attempt at explaining what happened to Kurama, but the fox wouldn't let him. All he would say would be, "It's fine, Hiei. What's done is done, everyone is safe now." or "You don't owe me any explanation, everything is alright. I understand."

No matter how much Hiei persisted, Kurama only put his pointer to the Youkai's lips. So conversation did not go very far between the two. That is, until...

"Hiei?"

"Hn?"

"I-I just wanted you to know...that the reason I never told you my past myself, was that...well...it was just emotionally hard for me. You know what I mean, right?" Kurama looked to Hiei anxiously.

"Yeah, whatever." His emotional self had gone back into hiding and he now was his normal, cold hearted self. "I'll be around if you need me, Kurama. Glad you're alright." Hiei left Kurama's apartment again.

"Hiei..." Kurama whispered to himself, and his hand fell upon the bandages across his neck.

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Opening the cell door again, Karasu smirked at the pile of bones that were set in the corner. His crow hopped out, feathers covered in blood. It shook its head causing some of the blood to flick in different directions.

"Had a good meal, my pet?" Karasu watched it nod its head with a devilish glint within its eyes. "Then, my dear pet, you will do me proud again and give this message to Kurama." Tying a small roll of parchment to the crow's leg, he let it perch upon his arm and walked over to a window, which he opened and let the crow fly off.

"One's enemies always make the best servants..." Karasu's voice echoed upon the wind as the crow flew. As it did so, very faint moisture built up in its black eyes.