(Standard disclaimer: I don't own YYH or its characters; they are the sole property of Yoshihiro Togashi, Shonen Jump Comics Weekly, Studio Pierrot and Fuji Television)
A short, short one-shot in honor of SekahYYh's 20th birthday - because she wanted something with Karasu and Kurama. Happy Birthday, my dear!
He stepped back, and with a practiced eye, surveyed his handiwork, whilst beneath the mask he wore, a self-satisfied smile played about thin, pale lips. Before him, chained and spread-eagled to the wall like some hunter's grotesque trophy, the body hung, limp in its quiescence, its life blood spilling slowly in a gathering pool at his feet.
He'd truly outdone himself this time; or so he thought as he continued to ponder the lifeless form before him… continued watching as that crimson liquid – the color the same as the hair crowning the face he'd left to its porcelain perfection – dripped monotonously to the floor.
Even in death, Kurama was a vision. And though he was not prone to such frivolous fancy, Karasu could not but wax poetic at the sight of the beautiful destruction he'd wrought. Again, a smile came and he bent down to dip a slender finger and swirl it around the pooled blood before he began to write an epitaph for the fox….
In the Beauty of
Exquisite Death the Red Rose
Blooms in Agony
When he finished, he stepped back, contemplating what he'd written. It was… Perfection – much like the body before him.
"Hm," he said, and this time it was a smirk that graced those lips as he looked up and into sightless emerald eyes. "What say you, my lovely… do you think the fire brat will agree?"
Author's Notes: As noted above, this is a one-shot... so there will be NO MORE written for it. Also, it was purposely left 'vague' and written as an 'after the fact' fic because I leave writing torture of our beloved fox to the experts... of which I am definitely NOT one.