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The Beaten and the Damned
"In my dream, the world had suffered a terrible disaster. A black haze shut out the sun, and the darkness was alive with the moans and screams of wounded people. Suddenly, a small light glowed. A candle flickered into life, symbol of hope for millions. A single tiny candle, shining in the ugly dark. I laughed and blew it out."
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"Let go of my son!" Suichi's mother cried, throwing her fists at the stranger, Karasu.
The dark man held his hand out to the mother, his other preoccupied with cradling the limp and beautiful frame of the human-bound Kurama. With an eerie smile to Kurama… 'Suichi's' mother he pried off her soft punches and pushed her away with ease.
As she fell to the ground, Karasu pulled Kuramas' face closer to his own and leaned fondly against it, as a lover would gently press their head against their other. The blood flowing from the fiery-haired youth's head painted onto Karasu, who did not mind at all.
"Be happy, Mother. For I can not justly kill the one who gave life to such an exquisite creature." Karasu said, gripping the small of Kurama's back. The action caused the scraped and battered back to bleed more, squirting out like the sweet juices of a compressed fruit. The carpet at Kurama's feet was soaked by his blood. His body was covered in cuts, gouges, and bruises. All but his beloved face was broken or beaten, indistinguishable between blood and skin. Karasu took in a breath full of the sweet aroma as he held the fox closer to his person. He knew he would always want to have Kurama close, to smell, feel, and even taste his blood. Yet at the same time, he knew he could not kill him just yet, no matter how he wanted to. That would mark the end of his ecstasy.
A knock on the door. This late? It was ten at night…
"Hey, Suichi, you home?" It was Yusuke Urameshi. With a fowl taste to his tongue, Karasu scowled. The Spirit Detective had a knack of coming around when he was not wanted…
"I suppose now is when I shall have to take my leave." Karasu said. Another wicked smile, and another call a the door, and Karasu made his flight. He let Kurama lay back, picking up his lacerated legs in his arms and bid the mother farewell. Holding Kurama bridal style, Karasu smashed through the window with great haste and blind determination. Immediately he flashed Yusuke a victorious grin before shattering the air with his masked bombs all around the detective. The last sights of the sleeping Kurama was a waterfall of blood and his fire-read hair, and one lazy hand reaching out, out to Urameshi for salvation before all at once, he was gone.
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