Chapter 3
Kurama walked steadily towards the group with his eyes towards the ground, not wanting to make eye contact, maybe they wouldn't bother him. As the approached, he saw himself get closer and closer to the alley. Halfway past the gang, he felt a nudge on his should. Kurama looked up and felt cold all over, and not just due to the rain.
"Well, aren't you going to pay? That's what you have to do to pass, kid,"
Kurama was a little shocked that he was referred to as a kid, but passed it off put on a kind smile.
"I'm sorry, I have no money on me at the moment,"
The man laughed back at Kurama, almost a spiteful bark. Kurama furrowed his brow in frustration.
"Sorry then, you can't pass," The man sneered.
Kurama bit his lip. "But please, I need to get back to my house. My train, it got into an accident-,"
"Hey, kid, we said we don't care. Find another way there and shut the fuck up,"
Kurama blinked disappointedly and started to turn around, but then felt a hand place itself on his shoulder. Kurama gasped and looked back to see Karasu standing there, starring intently on the gang men.
"Excuse me, please don't tell me you were talking to Kurama when you said that, my good sir," Karasu said coldly.
Kurama swallowed and looked at Karasu curiously, what was he planning? And where the hell did he come from? Kurama tried to edge away from Karasu, but Karasu noticed without even looking at Kurama, and grabbed Kurama around the waist and pulled him even closer. Kurama gasped. Karasu smelt like gun powder and a hint of cologne. Kurama quickly looked away from Karasu, not wanting to know what he was thinking about, and he heard one of the men's gruff voice.
"Who the hell's "Kurama?" And I'll talk however I damn well please,"
Karasu chuckled. "That's quite the voice for such a small pathetic man,"
One of the other men gestured forward violently in rage. "What did you say to him? You don't know who you're dealing with!"
"Hmm…I think it's you who is unaware, really,"
The lead man laughed. "Oh yeah? Well, then let's see about that," he said pulling out a knife.
Kurama looked over to Karasu and saw his eyes light up. Kurama shivered as he felt Karasu's arm slide off his waist slowly.
Just as the one man started to approach Karasu, barbed wire shot out of the concrete walls, and strangled the man. The gasped for air as blood poured out of his neck and onto the tarred ground. Kurama covered his mouth in shock and looked at Karasu. Karasu was smiling, obviously enjoying it.
Kurama looked away to see the other men jolting down the alley, in the darkness. And then, the sound of explosions and vague yells and screams.
After a moment, everything was quiet, except for the soft sound of rain hitting the ground, but even the rain had seemed to calm in fear of what had just happened.
Kurama could feel himself shaking from what he just witnessed, and he couldn't stand himself for doing so. He wrapped his arms around himself and tried to stop it, but it was no use. And then he remembered…Karasu was still here. Kurama's head bolted up in attention and saw Karasu standing there, looking at the dead corpse of the man.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Kurama thought with terror, remember that Karasu wanted him dead as well. Panic coursed through Kurama, he wanted him dead. Now was the perfect time.
Kurama turned to quietly get away while Karasu was starring at the body, but then heard Karasu speak, almost as if he knew what he was thinking.
"Don't worry, Kurama. I plan to kill you at a more…reasonable time, and in a much less…hate induced way,"
Kurama inwardly let out a breath he was holding in. He had to worry, but not right now. So…he could leave right? Kurama slowly started backing up.
"Kurama, my love, I said I'm not going to kill you now. Don't be so quick to leave, darling,"
Kurama became cold again and swallowed. "I don't plan to stay here, Karasu," Kurama forced out the words.
Karasu looked up from the body and chuckled. He strode towards Kurama casually, with a hand in his pocket. He raised his hand and stroked Kurama's hair slowly and smiled to himself.
"Still as damaged as ever…"
Kurama growled and pulled his head away defiantly from Karasu's touch. Karasu laughed quietly and walked even closer to Kurama, closing the space between them and wrapping his arms around Kurama tightly.
"Don't be that way…don't you want your last days to be enjoyable? I can make it that way…tell me, have you ever been taken?"
Kurama gasped at that question and looked away quickly so Karasu couldn't see his blush. He needed to get away from him.
"I'll take that as a no, hm? That surprises me, I would have thought that surely you and that fire demon-,"
"I would never!" Kurama yelled. "Hiei's not like that,"
Karasu smiled and bent down to Kurama face, to now they were only inches apart.
"You don't know that, love. I saw the way…you two were. Very close, no?"
Kurama gave a disgusted grimace and tried to shove Karasu off him, but to no avail. But Karasu didn't even move and continued to stare at Kurama intently.
"You're a sick man, Karasu. Get off of me," Kurama spat angrily.
Karasu laughed and tightened his grip on Kurama. Kurama held back noises of uncomfort and starred back at Karasu with rage.
"Get off of you? Hah, no, Kurama, I want to get on you," he said seductively.
Karasu pressed Kurama against the brick wall and forced his mouth onto Kurama's. Kurama felt Karasu force his way into his mouth, his stomach turned and he tried to push him off, but once again it was all in vain. Karasu ravished his mouth, leaving Kurama feeling empty in a way.
Once Karasu was finished, he let go of Kurama, and Kurama slid to the ground panting for air. Once he came to himself, he looked up at Karasu and gave him the dirtiest look he could manage in this time of shock. Karasu looked down at Kurama and laughed softly.
"Hmm…Kurama, you taste better than I thought. Which, might I add, is something I thought impossible, but I guess not, hm?"
Kurama growled and unstably got himself off the ground, crutching the brick wall desperately. "You…don't even touch me, again," Kurama tried to say calmly, but his body betrayed him.
Karasu smiled and took Kurama's hands off the wall and held them and used them to draw him closer.
"Don't be so cold, love. Let's spend time together, yes? Very soon, I'll come to you, darling. Until then…"
Karasu reached out to touch him again, and Kurama quickly moved away, and took a few clumsy steps backwards, accidentally tripping over the corpse of the dead man.
Kurama stumbled to the ground, hitting himself on the tar roughly. He felt embarrassment turns his cheeks red and he looked away quickly and darting down the alley without looking back at Karasu. The only thing now was to get to his apartment.
He ran straight until he was out of the space between the two buildings, and back into the rain on the main street road.
The fact that he was somewhere clearly recognizable gave him comfort. He took the sidewalk to the right and followed it to his apartment. It didn't take him that long to get there, and he fumbled with his keys to get in the lock. He took the stairs up to his room and got in.
Everything was exactly the same. It didn't look like Karasu had been here, or attempted to get in, that was even more comforting. Maybe he didn't even know where he lived? But of course, that was a stupid idea. If he knew what train route he takes home, than he would certainly know where he lived.
Kurama sighed. What the hell was he going to do? He hadn't fought in a good four years, and Karasu seemed better than ever…
Kurama grabbed his head and sighed again with frustration. First he had to get out of the wet cloths he was in. He went into the restroom and changed his clothes and took a shower. Even though he was a little podiatric that he was being watched during it.
After that. He dressed into his night clothes, since it was already dark, though it was not too late. But didn't feel content to go to sleep yet. Not just yet….
Oh wow, that took a long time to update ;
Sorry about that, but I did D
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