A/N:

Yeah. This is what happeneds when I'm bored to death, with a shitload of CSI, Law and Order, and Yu Yu Hakusho stuck in my mind. Expecially when my mind frame consists of /happy/ thoughts that would send a US Marine heading for the hills. xD

Warnings:

This fic contains in later chapters :
RAPE

This Chapter:
KARASU

Among other less important things. But yeah. Don't like, don't read. It is not a Karasu/Kurama fic. If anything, it's one sided. No yaoi. I don't write yaoi. I can write MILD rape, but no citrus.

BABOOM!

Kurama glanced out the window of his bedroom. Odd. There was a pillar of smoke rising up from the direction of his school. As quick as he could, he yanked on his uniform, grabbed the file Koenma had given him previously for an upcoming mission, and bolted out the door with a rushed 'I love you' to his mother. He was late as it was already, and that blast worried him slightly.

"Fox." A voice behind him called.

"Yes, Hiei?"

"That prison you called a school…" Hiei appeared next to him.

"Called?" Kurama raised an eyebrow.

"Half of it's blown away. Your ningen authorities are on the scene now. You may want to check it out." With that, the shorter of the two flitted away, leaving a shocked redhead behind.

"WHAT?"

When he arrived on the scene, Kurama was taken aback. The school was up in flames, half the building destroyed, and there were sirens coming from everywhere. He could see and smell the death and harm the explosion had caused, for half the school was a bloody mess.

He ran towards where his classroom had been. It had been damaged the most, rubble everywhere, electrical wires hanging loosely. Every now and then one would shoot sparks.

"H-Help M-Me!" A voice called faintly from the rubble. Kurama gasped as he hurriedly unearthed his first period teacher from the mess.

"Hirigana-sensei!" He shouted, helping the man to stand. Both of the teacher's legs had been crushed, and Kurama guessed that a few ribs had broken too.

"Shuichi." Gasped the teacher. "A-A man… H-he was l-looking for y-y-you… T-then the blast…" The old sensei gave a racking cough, blood glistening brightly as it coated his lips. "H-He had a-a m-mas-" With that, the man passed out in Kurama's arms.

"We'll take him from here, kid. Are you all right?" A paramedic rushed up to him with a stretcher, gently taking Hirigana from his grasp.

"I'm fine. His legs are crushed, and I suspect a few broken ribs. He's lost a lot of blood." Kurama said, working out what his teacher had said before passing out. A brief image flashed in his mind, and he quickly pushed it away. No… He's dead….

"Hey, kid. I'm Wheeler Honda with the Tokyo crime lab." A blond hair, blue eyed, man who had previously been studying something on the broken chalkboard hen the paramedic arrived, came up to him. "I'm going to need to ask you a few questions."

"Sure." Kurama's emerald green eyes hardened as he sensed something…familiar… in the room.

"What is your name?"

"Minamino Shuichi. This was my homeroom."

"Ah, okay. You don't appear to be harmed. Where were you at the time of the blast?"

"At home, I had been running late."

"How fortunate. Now, wha-"

"Please excuse me for a moment." Something had caught his eye in the rubble. He stepped closer to it. Wheeler stepped in front of him.

"First, tell me. What's that in your hands?" He pointed to the folder.

"Information from my employer." Kurama replied, noting how the other man's eyebrows had risen.

"May I see?"

Kurama frowned, but shrugged and complied. All the information had been written with Makai symbols, so no worries about the other man understanding what was contained within the Reikai parchment.

"Interesting. What language is this? There's some written on the chalkboard, and no one can figure out what it is. Think you can translate?" Wheeler didn't hand back the folder. "We need this as evidence if you don't mind."

"Actually, I do."

"Hn. Fox. You need to get to Reikai NOW. Something has come up that requires your immediate attention. Or so I've been told." Hiei had suddenly appeared in the grey, gloomy rubble.

"What the-!" The CSI replied.

Ignoring him, Kurama nodded.

"Hai. I'll be there."

Hiei's eyes narrowed at the folder in Wheeler's hands.

"I'll take that." With those words, both the folder and the three-eyed Forbidden One disappeared.

"Gomen nasai, Detective, but I must be going now. Something urgent seems to have come up." Kurama turned to leap out of the depressing rubble, but as he was leaving, something on the chalk board made him froze. He wasn't paying attention to the Investigator coming up behind him, or anything else for that matter. His heart seemed to stop, and he visibly paled. Now he remembered the familer Ki signature.

Before Honda Wheeler placed a hand on Kurama's shoulder, all he heard the fox whisper was four words. But even those words put a certain chill to his spine and he couldn't place why.

"Qouth the Raven, 'Nevermore'" Kurama read. "Inari… He's back." With that, he ran, ignoring the voices that called for him to stop.

No… I KILLED him! He can't be…

He searched for Hiei's ki, but felt nothing. The short pyromaniac had already headed to Reikai. Panicked, Kurama tried to take a shortcut through the woods to his own house, but an explosion near him caught him off guard as he entered the dense forest.

"Hello Kurama." An icy voice cut through the settling dust. Through eyes watering from the dust, Kurama saw a figure standing in the smoke.

"Unfortunately, you had not been at your little ningen school when I arrived there earlier. But, I see you got my message. Are you afraid, little fox?"

"Shut up!" The fox snarled, taking a defensive stance.

"Tell me, my pet. Are you willing to sacrifice your beloved mother's life?" A sinister laugh followed. "The last thing she'll see is the rest of your family's shattered bodies on the floor, their still beating hearts in my hands. Then… BOOM…" Another laugh. "She'll die knowing you never tried to save her."

Kurama let out an audible snarl. "Where are they, Karasu?" He was facing the black clad demon, heart pounding and tense.

"Are you sure you want to know?" With that Karasu summoned a bomb and sent it towards the fox, before whipping around and running through the brush of the woods.

With another snarl, Kurama dodged the oncoming explosive, and swiftly followed. With a small smirk, he noticed that he was getting closer and closer to the crow.

Bombs began exploding around him, unknowingly herding him forth. Heart-pounding, he did his best to avoid as many of them as possible, but many hit their target, causing him to yelp and stumble.

He hadn't been paying attention to where he was heading, when suddenly, he heard a metallic snap, felt the jerk of a chain, and suddenly shooting pain through his right leg. He let out a loud cry of pain. Unable to stop himself, the momentum carried him forward, and he heard a distinctive 'POP' and his leg collapsed from under him, causing him to cry out even louder than before.

He felt his energy slowly begin fading, and it dawned on him with a sickening realization, that he couldn't even summon enough demon or spirit energy to make the tiniest flower bloom. He carefully reached down to the warded bear trap, but he didn't have the strength to pry apart the jaws as the wards shocked and burned his hands away from the cruel metal.

Panicking, he threw himself wildly at the length of the chain, jarring his already dislocated and possibly broken leg even further. He whimpered, as he lay back exhausted. He fought to keep consciousness as the effects of blood loss began to ebb away at his mind. All he could think about was his family. What had the sadistic bastard done to them? He curled up in a small ball, the best he could with his throbbing leg, his red hair spread out like a pool of blood around his scorched and bleeding body...

"My, my… It seems there is a pretty little fox caught in a trap." Behind him, he heard twigs snap, and his heart sunk with each step that neared. Yelping, he vainly tried once again to fight against the trap, but the damage had been done. He was stuck, and he could barely lift his head as the smirking Karasu bent down next to him.

"Ah, ah, ah. No trying to get away. You'll only injure yourself worse." When the kitsune ignored him, Karasu ignited an infamous bomb behind the fox, causing him to jump with fear. Kurama made no effort to attempt to move again, and kept his head down. With a sadistic grin, Karasu cupped the fox's chin in his hand, and lifted it so his cold violet eyes met terrified emerald.

Karasu chuckled when Kurama jerked and let out a half-growl, half-snarl that even sounded pathetic to the fox's own ears. The crow all out laughed when Kurama snapped at him, small human, but sharp, fangs missing the crow's hands by centimeters.

"Your eyes betray your fear, my lovely pet. As entertaining as it is, watching you struggle pathetically and painfully, we must return to my home in the Makai."

"Y-You bastard…" Kurama coughed.

Karasu smirked. "Perhaps. But I wouldn't think it intelligent to trade insults with me, when, may I remind you, you do not have the upper hand in the situation." He ran a hand through the silky blood like hair. He pulled a small, white mask-like device from his pocket and placed it over Kurama's mouth.

"Breathe." He commanded.

Defiantly, the fox refused, terrified anger blazing through his slightly dull eyes.

With his free hand, Karasu removed his own mask before pinching the fox's nose closed, other hand still firmly on the device he was holding up to the fox. With a smirk, Karasu bended down and pressed his cold lips up against the boy's forehead.

Kurama, not expecting it, gasped, sucking in the gas the white device contained. He fought against the dizzy, sleepy feeling that washed over him. He felt Karasu buckle a leather-like collar around his neck, which seemed to sap his strength even more.

"…N-Nnh…"

"Shh… Hush, pet. It's only a sedative. I wouldn't kill you…yet. We have unfinished business from the Tournament to settle."

Karasu reached over and unclasped the steal jaws of the trap, disabling the wards while he was at it. Vaguely sensing the freedom, Kurama tried to crawl away, but his previous injuries, coupled with blood and energy loss, prevented him from going more than a foot. Seeing the feeble escape attempts, Karasu then picked up the semi-conscious teenage fox-boy bridal-style, causing the redhead to recoil from his touch.

Whimpering, Kurama felt himself slowly blacking out. With a final sigh, he leaned his head against the chest of his captor, blissful obliviation finally reaching him. One word escaped his lips as he closed his eyes.

"Mother…"

"That ningen woman is your ultimate weakness, foxy boy." Karasu said to the unconscious form. "I suggest you learn to rid yourself of weaknesses, for the outcome of them will prove to be a…blast… We have unfinished business to attend to from the Dark Tournament."

With a cynical laugh, he began to head back towards the portal to the Makai. He was careful to avoid all human contact, and kept to the shadows and dark alleyways with his luggage in tow. He only paused when he came close to the remains of what had been Meiou High. With a feeling of satisfaction, he smirked at the scent of death and explosives that filled the air.

Once he passed the barrier back into Makai, he smirked at the unconscious one in his arms.

"Enjoy your sleep while you can, Fox. When you wake up, we're going to have a little fun..."

...Qouth the Raven...

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