Disclamer: I don't own yu yu hakusho
North Tokyo Kurama's apartment
"Kurama you are mine. I will take your soul, your body, everything you hold dear will be mine," Karasu's dark voice rang out from the night. Kurama jumped up from his bed shuddering. He is dead, you killed him, Kurama told himself over and over again. He went through this every night. Karasu's games went on long after his death. He was dead, he had to be dead. No one could live through that plant draining the blood out of their body, slowly, until their heart could not beat any more of the precious liquid. He was dead. He had to be dead. Kurama, still shaky, got himself some milk and sat down in front of the TV. He channel-surfed, as nothing was on. It was 2am, nothing could be on, nothing that would interest him, at least. It had been 4 years since he had fought Karasu, but it seemed as though it was yesterday he was violated by those hands that brought forth so much pain. Kurama hated him so much he could not see how something like that could even have any emotions at all, let alone for him. "I find killing things I love gives me such a rush." The chilling words came back to him. Everything about him was still very much alive, as though he followed Kurama even in death, hoping to get back to him so that Kurama could be his and his alone. His sadistic, twisted 'life'. I am going insane, Kurama thought for just a moment but pushed that aside. Everyone has things that haunted them: Hiei with his past, Yusuke had his death and how he was so close to losing everything he loved, Kuwabara... ok, so nothing went through his mind due to his seeming absence of one.
East Tokyo, McGaland's Irish Pub
"Go to hell!" a short girl spat at a taller man as the moon was still high in the night sky.
"I have already been there. It is a very nice place," he teased her.
She threw her knife at him. "Is that the best you can do?" the tall dark figure stepped closer to her. His pale skin glowed, his violet eyes gazed darkly down at her. "You are so beautiful," he said, looking at her. "Therefore, I must kill you to preserve your beauty forever in the immortal grace of death and blood, saving the look on your face as you die slowly." His words came out like blood-soaked silk. He raised his hand as the shoulder of the young girl blew up, splattering blood everywhere around her. The pain she was feeling was unbearable. She screamed as the pain continued with more explosions. Her leg felt as though it was no longer attached to her body, but it had to be due to the fact that more pain could be felt as another blow was made upon it. "AH! Get off me!" she screamed as her pain got the best of her. she attempted to stand back up but failed as she was struck by another bomb. With her last bit of strength, she stood up, shaking because of the pain that shot through her body. A soft hand brushed across her torso, right above her left hip. She fell forward into a strong grasp, holding her up, which she could no longer do for herself.
Her head fell to the side as the crow like man placed his hand on her chin, gently. With his other hand, he slowly removed his mask, which contained his power, that of a quest class, and dropped it to the ground. He ran his lips against her neck softly. She whined due to the pain she was still in and the mix of fear she was filled with. "Don't worry, this won't hurt. You may even enjoy it," his voice sounding deadly. He pressed his lips harder against her neck, kissing it slowly as she shuddered in his tight grasp. She couldn't run, nor could she move any more. Blood slowly draining from her body, her world continued to slowly go black as all the pain seemed to stop.
"You're dying... your heart is so close to stopping..." he whispered, pulling his lips away from her neck. Gently touching her chin again, he looked into her eyes. She showed no fear in them, too close to a blissful coma to feel. He placed his lips on hers and kissed her, sending his thoughts into her mind. "You are mine... your body, your soul, i have taken you completely." His lips still locked over hers, she took a forced, deep, breath, her lungs filling with a warm mix. He held her close to him, her limp body losing warmth, holding her still closer. As her body imploded. He protected her face to save it for his memories, and so the feeling of her warm blood could be saved also as it spattered onto him. He dropped her body, which had been mutilated beyond recognition from the blast. He smiled and walked away.
North Tokyo Kurama's apartment
Kurama had fallen asleep in front of the television. As the news can on, the chimes of the beginning of 'Ohayoo, Tokyo' awoke him.
"Ohayoo, Tokyo!" the news caster's voice came from the television.
"The string of murders has continued. In East Tokyo another young girl was killed last night. She was identified by her sister as Kali KaHowashi. This brings the death total to four, all killed in the same way: blown to pieces and mutilated save for the face. Women, ages 14 to 30, are advised to stay inside after dark." Kurama's expression went cold. He had know Kali and her sister for a little over a year now. He stood up then froze. Blown up? he shuddered. NO! He is dead; you killed him. You were there. You did it. He is never coming back! Kurama's told him self .
North Tokyo Kurama's apartment
"Kurama you are mine. I will take your soul, your body, everything you hold dear will be mine," Karasu's dark voice rang out from the night. Kurama jumped up from his bed shuddering. He is dead, you killed him, Kurama told himself over and over again. He went through this every night. Karasu's games went on long after his death. He was dead, he had to be dead. No one could live through that plant draining the blood out of their body, slowly, until their heart could not beat any more of the precious liquid. He was dead. He had to be dead. Kurama, still shaky, got himself some milk and sat down in front of the TV. He channel-surfed, as nothing was on. It was 2am, nothing could be on, nothing that would interest him, at least. It had been 4 years since he had fought Karasu, but it seemed as though it was yesterday he was violated by those hands that brought forth so much pain. Kurama hated him so much he could not see how something like that could even have any emotions at all, let alone for him. "I find killing things I love gives me such a rush." The chilling words came back to him. Everything about him was still very much alive, as though he followed Kurama even in death, hoping to get back to him so that Kurama could be his and his alone. His sadistic, twisted 'life'. I am going insane, Kurama thought for just a moment but pushed that aside. Everyone has things that haunted them: Hiei with his past, Yusuke had his death and how he was so close to losing everything he loved, Kuwabara... ok, so nothing went through his mind due to his seeming absence of one.
East Tokyo, McGaland's Irish Pub
"Go to hell!" a short girl spat at a taller man as the moon was still high in the night sky.
"I have already been there. It is a very nice place," he teased her.
She threw her knife at him. "Is that the best you can do?" the tall dark figure stepped closer to her. His pale skin glowed, his violet eyes gazed darkly down at her. "You are so beautiful," he said, looking at her. "Therefore, I must kill you to preserve your beauty forever in the immortal grace of death and blood, saving the look on your face as you die slowly." His words came out like blood-soaked silk. He raised his hand as the shoulder of the young girl blew up, splattering blood everywhere around her. The pain she was feeling was unbearable. She screamed as the pain continued with more explosions. Her leg felt as though it was no longer attached to her body, but it had to be due to the fact that more pain could be felt as another blow was made upon it. "AH! Get off me!" she screamed as her pain got the best of her. she attempted to stand back up but failed as she was struck by another bomb. With her last bit of strength, she stood up, shaking because of the pain that shot through her body. A soft hand brushed across her torso, right above her left hip. She fell forward into a strong grasp, holding her up, which she could no longer do for herself.
Her head fell to the side as the crow like man placed his hand on her chin, gently. With his other hand, he slowly removed his mask, which contained his power, that of a quest class, and dropped it to the ground. He ran his lips against her neck softly. She whined due to the pain she was still in and the mix of fear she was filled with. "Don't worry, this won't hurt. You may even enjoy it," his voice sounding deadly. He pressed his lips harder against her neck, kissing it slowly as she shuddered in his tight grasp. She couldn't run, nor could she move any more. Blood slowly draining from her body, her world continued to slowly go black as all the pain seemed to stop.
"You're dying... your heart is so close to stopping..." he whispered, pulling his lips away from her neck. Gently touching her chin again, he looked into her eyes. She showed no fear in them, too close to a blissful coma to feel. He placed his lips on hers and kissed her, sending his thoughts into her mind. "You are mine... your body, your soul, i have taken you completely." His lips still locked over hers, she took a forced, deep, breath, her lungs filling with a warm mix. He held her close to him, her limp body losing warmth, holding her still closer. As her body imploded. He protected her face to save it for his memories, and so the feeling of her warm blood could be saved also as it spattered onto him. He dropped her body, which had been mutilated beyond recognition from the blast. He smiled and walked away.
North Tokyo Kurama's apartment
Kurama had fallen asleep in front of the television. As the news can on, the chimes of the beginning of 'Ohayoo, Tokyo' awoke him.
"Ohayoo, Tokyo!" the news caster's voice came from the television.
"The string of murders has continued. In East Tokyo another young girl was killed last night. She was identified by her sister as Kali KaHowashi. This brings the death total to four, all killed in the same way: blown to pieces and mutilated save for the face. Women, ages 14 to 30, are advised to stay inside after dark." Kurama's expression went cold. He had know Kali and her sister for a little over a year now. He stood up then froze. Blown up? he shuddered. NO! He is dead; you killed him. You were there. You did it. He is never coming back! Kurama's told him self .