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The title will tell who's POV it's in. In case you don't read the titles, I have it written in Bold at the top before the chapter. I'll try to come up with actual titles too. If you pay attention to this fic, please note that the title and the summary might change since I don't have a complete idea of how this story will start and end. I'll just write it on a whim so that means suggestions are welcome! Flames are acceptable as long as you have a reason to your flame. If you flame for a good reason, then I'll explain it or I'll try to fix it in the next chapter.

Note: Throughout this, you'll probably start to wonder whether Karasu likes Kurama more than natural for two guys. Just to let you know ahead of time, Karasu only does this to annoy Kurama. He's a sadist freak and he knows Kurama is somewhat the same way. It's fun for him to see know that Youko Kurama sees that he, Karasu, has more power over the fox demon. So, now that that's done with, please read on! If you have questions, please let me know!


=======Karasu=======

His breath creating white clouds was the only intrusion in the wintry air. Every psychical movement made no sound. His tail swished with silent excitement. Only a few steps were left until his hands could rest upon the gold chest inlaid with rubies and emeralds. A smile touched his lips. Of course this was too easy for him. Only twenty demons had been guarding this chest… 'had been' because he had killed them all off.

Twenty guards for such a small chest meant the treasure within was valuable. You could always tell how valuable a known treasure was, depending on how many cronies guarded them. Even I knew this. I was hardly a thief, but my prey was. He is known and feared as the great Youko Kurama. How can he not notice me? I stand barely three feet behind him…

At last his fingers were able to brush against the cool metal. His smile grew wider. Naturally the chest was locked with some sort of fancy device. That was only half of the fun I suppose—figuring out how to open the chest. The other half was killing whatever weakling there was guarding it. It was amazing to see that there were countless ways to die at his hands alone. That's why I am drawn to him. He was almost as dangerous as I was.

"Youko Kurama…I've got you at last," I said smoothly. I didn't want to wait any longer. I enjoyed the look in his eyes. He hadn't expected this. He had thought he was alone. Acting without thinking clearly was the downfall to many thieves. I believe that he had survived this long only because of his skills rather than wit.

Kurama barely had time to blink. I pressed my knee into his back, grinding his face into the snow-covered ground. I didn't want to harm him now. His time would come later. He struggled against the hold, his silvery tail swishing wildly. "Get off of me!" he spat. Plants came from under the snow, taking a monstrous form. Each plant grew a hungry, snapping mouth.

"Come now, Kurama. There's no need for violence." I raised my hand, creating an explosive with my Reiki and destroyed them on impact. To him, it must have looked like they were shredded for no visible reason. "Keep these things away and there will be no need for your face to be marred."

He cringed as I my fingers skimmed his milky cheeks. I smiled at his discomfort. How I longed to torture him…to see the fire behind those eyes I so admire dwindle as I shattered his pride. His plants, reacting from his need to escape, rose again. They reached out with hungry mouths, tearing away at my flesh. I looked at my arm where the plant had torn a sizeable chunk. Blood had already begun to escape into the open air at an alarming rate. I ignored it. I couldn't die from a flesh would such as this. I allowed the blood to seep through his robe. He knew that it was blood, but I'm sure he was waiting for an anguished cry as his plant ripped through my flesh. He would hear no such thing from me.

"I said that there was no need for violence," I repeated. He would have to know that I would always have the upper hand. I laughed as a scowl creases his brow. I buried my hands into his silver locks. I pulled on them, enjoying the pain that I brought to him. "I warn you one last time. Keep the plants away." With that, the plants exploded into fragments of green.

I allowed him to move to a sitting position. He rubbed the cheek that had been buried into the snow. I could only imagine how it felt to the touch—cool and damp. I longed to touch his cheeks again and to see the look of disgust in those eyes. He glared at me in silent rage. 'How dare you do that to me?' they said to me. I could only smile at him.

"Who are you?" he said at last.

"I am known as Karasu."

He nodded faintly. "Crow…I see. It suits you just fine—annoying and coming when and where you're unwanted." He stood up and shook the snow off of his robes. "You interrupted my fun. You'll have to pay for that." He crossed his arms.

I didn't move. I still sat cross-legged on the damp ground idly. Around me, a couple of plants sprouted. These looked more dangerous than the previous ones. Was I worried? Feh…worry and fear are two emotions I haven't felt since my childhood. I looked at them curiously. "What are these called?" I asked mildly.

"Kyojiki. It's a more hybrid form of the Venus flytrap. This can swallow an average sized demon such as you with no problem."

I clapped to annoy him further. "Wonderful. Can it do tricks as well?"

"If feasting on your body counts, then yes."

"They aren't going anywhere near me," I said easily. My eyes locked on his. I was pleased with his reaction. He was able to meet my eyes without flinching or looking away—this was very rare. It made me admire this eccentric creature even more. I hated to hurt him, but it was a rule with me. When I liked something, I usually have it taken away. Eventually Youko Kurama would be disposed of after I've had my time with him. I sat silently, watching him eye me curiously. He was unable to see the Reiki bombs surrounding him. "Move an inch and you're body will be blasted into pieces."

"I don't need to move to destroy you."

The Kyojiki flew at me. I raised a hand at them, allowing the Reiki bombs destroy the Kyojiki. I beamed at him. Now fear was beginning to bleed into his eyes. It was delicious. "Why do you want to open a chest when you haven't a clue of what lies inside?" I asked, lowering my hand.

"I'm a thief. That's what I do."

"Mmm," I muttered dismissively. "I know this. What if I show you what lies within? And lets say some sort of monster was inside that could eat your soul. What would you say to that?"

He stared at me, seeming to decide whether I was joking or making a true statement. "I'm more powerful than the beasts that are bred in Makai. I can kill them easily."

I smiled at his confidence in himself. "You say you are more powerful than any demon in Makai?"

He flinched for some reason. "No. There's a possibility that there is a stronger demon than me, but I believe I can leave a mortal wound on them that'll later kill them."

I nodded, continuing to smile at his ignorance. "Truly? I can bet that I can get you in a position where moving an inch can blast your head off." My smile slid to a smirk. "Though it would be such a waste. I'd like to keep your head as a memento…I'm sure many of the Makai people would call me a hero for ridding you."

"I doubt that," he spat at me.

I said nothing and conjured more Reiki bombs. These were a specialty of mine. Only I could see them unless I chose to let them be seen. If my prey chose to use their Reiki as a shield, it would set the bombs off. It was a beautiful display of blood and fleshy pieces being separated from the psychical body. Anyone could kill someone, but to prolong it was a skill. I possessed this skill. "If that's true, then try to avoid the traps I've set around you."

He looked around, seeing nothing.

"What's the matter? Can you not see?" I taunted him. He avoided my gaze. "No?" I continued, "Then allow me to show you." The bombs darkened to a green tint. Now the fear in Kurama was evident. How charming. "Now, I have a proposal. I have itchy palms, so to speak. Stealing things and selling them on the Black Market for double the price is something I do for fun, yet the thieves I've used have skills that are…less extensive than yours. Work for me." I didn't ask him to work for me. I demanded it.

"I work only for my own purposes."

"That's precisely my point. Work for me or I'll kill you. Your life is your purpose, is it not?" He fell silent. I drank up the hate that ignited his eyes. "You'll live in luxury. Anything you want, you can have. Feel free to kill over achieving your desires. But, there is a catch—"

"What is it…?" he asked wearily.

"I understand your need to fulfill your desires with a female. Any female you wish to bring to my place will be disposed of later on, no matter who she is. If, though I doubt it, you find a female that I find to my likings, you will allow me to have her. I have my own sadistic desires to fulfill. Hiei and I'm sure you won't scream in pain. Females will. Understand that?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Hiei?"

"He's another thief that was forced to work under me. Now do we have an agreement?" Just incase, I set a bomb off that nicked his arm.

"Yes. Now since you know so much, what's in this chest?"


Sorry for the cliffhanger! Tell me if you want this to be continued or taken down! I need a better idea for this title. If you have suggestions, please let me know!