Exquisite

by Anthonia Rex

They tell me you’re dangerous, but that you’re nothing to Urameshi. I think they’re lying. I’ll face you with the knowledge that your mask is even more deeply engrained than mine, Kurama. Karasu-centric

I love Karasu so, so much. Come on, I know I can't be the only one. Warning for first-person nastiness?

Exquisite

I've heard of your confinement, your limits. Your weaknesses, your human body. Did you think I wouldn't memorize them one by one?

But as flattering as it would be to make you revert, to reveal that legendary side, I like your human form better. So pretty. So frail. Hair the color of- yesss, you guessed it- and your eyes a lovely counterpoint. You're so much easier to hurt like this. White wouldn't suit you unless complimented by blood.

I can't resist. White things, pure things…they make me want to destroy them. And your eyes, so pretty, so distressed. Pale face, unmarked skin. I can't let this continue as is, I will, I want, I must, I need- is it really so surprising to you that I chose not to harm your face? I do it out of vanity, for you and for myself. You can deny it, but you'll flinch every time a bomb goes off. White sleeves, untainted. What did I say about pure things?

I'll win, we both know it. That knowledge is evident by your expression, by your stance- so hard, and so futile. You glare at me as if that will change everything. I'll destroy you out of love, Kurama.

Step into the ring. Zoom in on those lovely, flashing eyes. Ah, look at me just like that. Like you're about to die, yes, I love it. Play like you hate me, like you can't stand it, like you think you'll actually win. You make such an exquisite hypocrite.