Whatta day.

They sat down at the table, Kurama and Hiei on either side of Karasu. He looked at Kurama, who looked dashing in his choice of suit, also an Armani, with small flowers stitched on the collar. Karasu was about to ask the order of the forks, when Kurama proposed a toast.

"I propose a toast, to my treasured friends, Hiei and Karasu, who as well as I, are joining this business, eh?" he winked.

Karasu sipped his champagne, and then suddenly, realizing what Kurama said, gulped it in utter nervousness. 'I'm gonna be working with him...ooh, yeah! Even better for when...no! I can't think like that now...baka!'

"So, Karasu, you've got an Armani on? You look gorgeous. I actually had that tailored for you, Mr. Bomb...I knew you'd come, especially with the ad put out.'

Karasu realizing he still kept the ad in his pocket, always putting it into his new uniform, pulled it out, "This ad?" he waved it in front of Kurama's face, "Is the only reason I'm in a good mood. I broke my mask today."

"Nah, only reason," purred Kurama, "Is because you're in the same room as me, and 'cause you look good in a suit." Then he chuckled to some extent, enjoying the angered look on Karasu's face. Hiei wore a similar look, that of superior...smugness that angered him further. He picked up a roll and lobbed it at Hiei. It slapped Hiei in his face, and then slid down slowly.

Indignantly, Hiei picked his fork up, tackled Karasu to the floor, and held it to Karasu's throat. Then he spoke, "If you ever do that again, I will kill youuuuuuu-" his threat hung, as he was being pulled off Karasu by Kurama.

"Hiei, get real, get off of poor 'lil Karasu! He didn't do anything to you.that bad, at least!" Kurama chuckled at Karasu's blunder as he picked Hiei off of him.

Hiei dropped the fork and said, "Hn. You won't be so lucky next time, Karasu, especially if your little Kurama-sama isn't here. As for you, Kurama, why the hell did you lock me in that maze? I am not pleased about that." With that, he walked off.

Karasu's wide eyes returned to their normal size as Hiei walked off. Picking himself off of the ground, he looked over at Kurama, who sat back down at the table, still looking eloquent, with the food looking quite untouched. "Kurama," he murmured as he pulled his chair next to the kitsune, eyes caring, for some anomalous reason.

Kurama looked up at Karasu's face, still trying to smile after what happened. "Karasu, how long have you been in Ningenkai?" He queried, wondering what he could possibly want in a world full of ningens. Karasu thought that they were pretty incompetent beings.

"A month or more, why, did you miss me?" he winked at Kurama, hoping to attract him, after all, that was the first and main reason he came to the agency. "Besides, blood transfusions aren't practiced in Makai. I would have died, had it not been for the ningens." He smiled a dark smile now. "You'd have enjoyed that, wouldn't you? Or would you simply ignore the fact that I had died in that battle?"

"Remember, Karasu, you tried to kill me also. And, yes, I have to admit, I did miss you. A little bit." Kurama replied to Karasu's burning question. "I'm surprised that you're alive, to say the least."

Karasu seemed astonished by the comparison. He'd wanted to kill Kurama simply because he loved him, not to win the fight. His smile vanished at the statement, also. Karasu put a hand on Kurama's face gently.

"What are you doing?" Asked Kurama, watchful of Karasu's hand resting on his face.

"I'm simply-" he was cut off due to a screaming voice.

The nasally secretary was yelling at someone out front. 'Probably poor Ralph,' thought Karasu, and then turned his attention back to Kurama. "I'm not doing anything.I only have my hand on your cheek. 'Beautiful, pale, luscious cheek, what I wouldn't give to taste the salty flesh of it.' he thought absentmindedly. Kurama looked at him in alarm; Karasu seemed to not even be in the same room.was he daydreaming? Karasu blinked a few quick times, and went to say something, only no words came out of his moving lips. Kurama, after a few seconds, figured out what they were saying.

'Kurama, I.' He looked into Karasu's eyes, and saw more than the amethyst monotony. He saw the hardships of the last month in the Ningenkai for Karasu, and even falling back to their fight. And he saw the desire, the desire he hadn't known Karasu capable of, desire for him. Then the purple orbs closed. He leaned forward, as if he was falling. Kurama held him up, looking at Karasu. His body was strangely limp in Kurama's arms, until his head snapped up quickly, staring into Kurama like a stone.

Karasu's eyes then focused on some unknown object, away from Kurama's face, his eyes disturbed, for a reason a mystery to Kurama. "Kara-Karasu?" once again, violet eyes shined onto him.

"Kurama, why do I care so much for you? Did-did they put a different blood into me, into my very soul? I didn't care as much before, and I-it scared me, that I wanted to kill you.scared," He relaxed into the folds of Kurama's body, slipping past the arms holding him up. "Scared I'd never- never get to do this." He trailed off, as his lips met Kurama's own, salty, and sweaty. Oh, how the taste made him want to howl with joy, he'd been waiting ever since he saw the kitsune to do that, to kiss the soft, warm lips that he now did.

Surprisingly, Kurama didn't pull away; he just lifted his head into the kiss, closing his eyes, feeling Karasu's lips against his were comforting in a way. Like they belonged there, to take away all thoughts that troubled him.

End part 3