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Warning: interesting plot twist. Who says everyone has to love Kurama?
The vixen was walking through the wood, thinking about things. Just then, Malina's ears twitched, and she heard familiar footsteps approaching. He wasn't trying to hide his presence, she noticed. Maybe he didn't plan to kill her. "Hello, Malina." The silver haired young woman stopped walking, but didn't turn around. "You're still as beautiful as ever." She smiled sadly.
"Why are you here, old friend?"
"Friend, now, am I? What about lover? That's what you used to call me, remember?"
"Yes," she whispered sadly, "yes, I remember." A gentle hand caressed her cheek, but she stepped away. "Don't. Kurama wouldn't like it."
"I'm going to kill him eventually, Malina, why do you stay with him?"
"Answer my first question." She demanded. "Why are you here?"
"I'm in the Dark Tournament."
"How do you know you'll get to his team? You're not fighting him for a while yet. You may be defeated before hand." The demon behind her was trying to ignore the demands his body was making, was trying to focus on what Malina was saying to him. "Well?"
"I will defeat him, Malina. Be sure of it."
"You wouldn't kill him."
"Why not?"
"You're my friend-"
"He stole you from me." Malina sighed. There was no arguing with him. "You're right. There is no arguing with me. You know you still want me, Malina."
"Even if I did, it wouldn't matter."
"Wouldn't it?" He whispered in her ear. "Can you honestly say that?" He wrapped his arms around her. "It wouldn't matter, Malina?" He turned her face to him and kissed her gently. Then, he was gone. Malina was alone, her lips buzzing with the feeling of that kiss. She looked around, but he was nowhere to be seen.
"Karasu!"