Disclaimer: All characters belong to Yoshihiro Togashi and Rumiko Takahashi. But the bastardizing is all me.
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Chapter 7
Saviour
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The clock ticked as Kagome sat frozen in her seat.
Youko's lidded eyes were trained on her form and the corners of his lips curved upwards.
"Why are you here?" Kagome met his stare with her own.
Youko refused to answer and continued to stare at her.
Kagome frowned before asking again, "Why are you here, Youko?"
"Sama."
Kagome paused.
"What?"
"Youko-sama."
She looked confused but Youko merely looked amused.
"Sama is a Japanese honorific. Don't tell me that after all these years in America, you forgot your own native language?"
Kagome bristled in anger, insulted.
"Call me Youko-sama and I'll answer your question." He stretched out across the couch and waited.
She glanced down at her clenched fists, forcing them to relax.
"Fine, why are you here, Youko-sama?" she said, looking through her lashes.
He grinned in triumph and reached out to pat her on the head.
"Good job! That wasn't so bad now was it?"
Kagome breathed.
"Just answer the question."
Youko smiled at her indulgently before turning away and ignoring her completely.
Silence echoed through the room and the clock ticked.
Kagome stared at her patient's back in shock, refusing to believe he brushed her off that easily.
Her brow twitched angrily as she prepared to stand.
"Did Shuiichi ever tell you how I came to be?"
Kagome stilled in her seat.
"No of course not, he's too much of a pussy to!" He chuckled at his own joke before shifting and turning his face towards her, keeping his back facing away from her.
"Do you want to know?"
She nodded mutely, having always wondered about his appearance.
He turned away again, this time, staring at the ceiling.
"Karasu was a sick and twisted fuck."
There were 140 ceiling tiles.
"He had an obsession with Shuiichi, constantly trying to start a conversation, following him, stalking him."
Youko spoke while counting the dots on the ceiling.
"One day, he went too far."
There were 576 holes in a ceiling tile.
"He found Shuiichi and cornered him in an alleyway behind a restaurant and raped him mercilessly."
Kagome's eyes widened in horror.
Youko continued to count.
There were 80,640 holes on the ceiling.
"He cried and screamed pathetically and no one seemed to hear him."
Tears appeared in Kagome's eyes.
"But I did."
Youko started chuckling.
"And I came to his rescue! I finally seized control from that pathetic wimp!"
Youko stood from the couch and approached Kagome. He leaned down and grabbed her chin, forcing his lips onto hers while keeping his eyes open.
"Do you know what I did?" he whispered against her lips.
She whimpered, helpless to his control.
"I killed that twisted bastard."
He grabbed the back of her head and smashed their lips together with a bruising force, forcing her against the back of the couch. Kagome whimpered against his lips as he pressed harder.
He pulled away abruptly and looked down at her teary blue eyes.
"Are you afraid, little Kagome?"
Are you?
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A/N: Ummm...that didn't come out like i imagined...
but i can't bring mself to change it...
i'm expecting flames for this...but i can't bring myself to care.
:]
Oh if anyone's curious, the setting is in America and all of Kurama's friends are in Japan. They contact eachother via phone. And this is an alternate universe just incase you didn't figure that out already.
Just saying.
:D
