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Author's Rant: Hey guys. Thanks for the reviews. Sorry I was taking a break after finishing one of my stories but I'm ready to get it on with the next one. Now it's time for half of the building excitement…Yoko's letter to Kuwabara! By the way I absolutely adore Kuwabara so don't hate me for this letter. Please excuse grammar mistakes^_^
Warning: Rated M for Yoko's evil twisted thoughts on ravishing his teammate's….well you know.
Dear Kuwabara,
Through less then saddened words, I must finally comply with the issues of an ailing heart that you, My Disgruntled Figure of the Dead, shall have to be the final cure to my grueling insanity. My attempts for the moistened glory of Yusuke, Hiei and my fair Shuichi have been deterred due to unspeakably grotesque's vows of vengeance upon my life. Though I cannot deny the anticipation of finally sating the whims of my aching desires, I can say it's not the formidable rut I'd hoped for.
In laments terms, the thought of having to succumb to the usage of your overly muscular body leaves a sour taste of venomous despair on my tongue. Human victims leave no purr of satisfaction but you by far are the most repulsive creature to ever breathe the scent of my presence. I can barely stand to witness your clumsy prance in combat let alone want to ravish it with the Harden Glory of my prick.
However, due to previous circumstances—which I won't speak of—your brawny youth of hefty homely features will have to do. My notice of you was purposely averted from the cold fact of foul deformity that graced you because of the loveliness that fell from the aura's of our comrades. You lack the silken tresses of ebony pearl or crimson gold, though you do possess the tangled muck of a twisted swamp. Your herculean build leaves much to be desired for my tastes lend towards those of a slender feminine form. The rounded dark beads you possess for eyes don't hold the same shimmer of seduction as others but do contain the lowered twinkle of charmed existence.
Nonetheless…. you'll just have to do.
Try to understand Human, that my appealing form will more than likely send you into a grave depression, knowing that the likes of you doesn't deserve to witness my utter perfection. The very ground I walk on blooms with the life of beauty more than misshapen boulders sadly labled your face.
Be grateful that the King of Thieves has even muttered—in a span of mindless ignorance—to consider you a loathsome candidate for his Fired Seed of Eternal Pleasures, though you deserve none. A lonely human of your stature cannot begin to understand my sorrow of anguish for having to relinquish the slender toned devils for the hulked bulge of tightened revolt.
Yes feign surprise of my interests if you will, for it matters not. You're weak and poorly prepared for the assault of my defilement of that Ring of Crinkled Disgust. Come, three days I shall wait until the moment of the darkest hour and swoop in to take my bounty to the deepest forests of Makai where no one shall hear your screams of agony…or witness the shame of my lowered qualities.
Of course I'm sure this doesn't please you to know of the soon-to-be torture of your rectal but you should feel privileged at the thought of a creature as desirable as I to want the floods of a human. Don't bother with the ideas of plotting an early attempt to fake your attraction towards me child. I knew of your hidden boyish delights for my body the instant we met during the dark tournament.
Well, your concealed prayers for the fantasies of being ravished by the Silver Fox's Enormous Growth will be fulfilled, much to my dislike and probably to the heightened joys of yourself. As I did the others, I will give the briefest details of what you will expect in the throes of my selfish passion as you squirm in your human contraption chortling with the tone of a female.
Through the winds of a hollowed glee, you will slowly—and knowing the terror of your motor skills—stumble into the spread of my arms and plead for the heat of our passion to soil the flowers. Indeed the flowers that will hold more beauty then the hideous image of that Knotted Pile of Flesh titled your face. The cracked line of your lovely lips will bring an injured frown upon my brow as I study the wrinkled lines of past attacks victoriously done by Yusuke himself.
The haste of our unfortunate coupling will be a fastened surprise for you but one not soon to be forgotten. The chilled winds of the night's peaceful gleam will shower you with the moon's ominous glow, bestowing the darkened shadows on that repugnant smile.
A smile, which I cannot return.
My services will be completed first when the dried lips that shriek louder than banshees, wraps around my hardened delight and suckle it to your heart's content. Yesss my Glorious Gargoyle of the Night. Feast upon the enchanting lusciousness for it shall never be repeated again. Nurse the tip with the savage coral thickness in your mouth until the creams of my Ashen Lava strangles the windpipes of that ragged voice rivaling a thousand flamed needles.
Do not be shocked of the unmerciful rough gag to follow as I squeeze out the remainder of my kits down your throat. It's the least of your worries my Sugary Fool.
You should hold concern for the jutted arrows of yours clutched between my claws as I pull you in for the most important blessing of your wildest dreams. But for the precautionary safety of my eyes, the beastly features of your mug shall be buried deep into the grass' cold midnight dews. The haunting grief of piercing those folded stones of flesh, fairly quench my animalistic appetite but still stirs the raise of my knot's needs for youthful plundering.
Be still young one, for the plummeting stab of my Flaming Sword is nothing to take lightly.
Like the blade of your energized weapon, my Tool of Blister will burn through the cores of your soul and rip away the tantalizing meats of that tough interior until it softens with your own scarlet essence. Clinch your polished rocks of strength if you wish but it won't deter the force of my Manifested Knife as I continue to thrust its sharpened point into the stored secret of your Blazed Filter Cavity.
Cry your timid roar of pain for I reeved from the teetered defeat of my prey's whines. Let out that robust tingle of unmanly woes, as the thunderous blaze of fire scorches to the edge of no return. Let it out you Hideous Display of Unforgiving Tragic Sweetness. Complete the mission your body's soaring snarls until I release the passions of my cream deep within your coiled pinkness.
Ah, yes. The illusion of those red droplets purging from the inners of that Monstrous Gorge will please me indeed as it slips away to follow the retreating pearls of my seed, seething down your thighs.
Purr if you will but you won't be graced with the support of my chest as the ground will be good enough for the landing of that weighty head. If tears of neglect soon arouse, I shall not care. You are simply too much of a disastrous soul for me to look upon after giving you a delicious ordeal. Slumber will soon follow and let the offered flowers of Maki be your pillow for come morning I will return you to your home.
But do not fret my Ill Flavored Beauty. If it were not for the refusals/denials of our teammates you would not be granted the eve of Yoko Kurama's Magical Talents. Be fearful of my deeds for I am not a cushioned lover, but a rouge killer of the anal glories. Until then my Luscious Beauty of the Underworld, treat yourself to the pleasures of your own soaked digits until my arrival tomorrow night.
It'll be the night of your untamed dreams coming true.
Signed the Handsome Silver Entity of Your Dreams, Yoko Kurama.
P.S. If you should own a mask of some sort, please bring it along when we leave. I'd hate to pity the crunched show of your Disfigured Allure.
TBC: Guys, I DO love Kuwabara and in all honesty I DO NOT think he's ugly. Don't worry he'll get his say in soon enough ^_^.