Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Warnings: AU (as the summary says, hopefully), Yaoi (male/male relationship), later on violence and language (?). This is an AU story so they can't be quite their normal selves, can they so this may contact OOC:ness unfortunately. Not too much I hope.
Little Myy: So this is my second fic. Sweet Memories is still going on, but I had to get some of my ideas on paper. And also my lovely friend (that every one knows by now) rebecca85, made me write this (again). I'm tied to her apron stings (if it is that way how you say it.) Meaning she bosses me around.
If you have problems in picturing the area, I really can't help much. 'Cause I don't know either, but I guess just imagining something like medieval age could help. Of course if you just let your own imagination fly it will make the best solution.
But yes, to the story. Enjoy it or at least try to.
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Chapter 1: Making Plans
"So, what do you think?" an aged woman's voice asked proudly.
A vampire like man looked at the speaker, his aunt. She was a mid-height, round old lady dressed in a corset that lifted her breasts up and a dark purple dress with a supporter skirt. Her hair was combed up so that she would look taller, only couple of screwdriver curls flowed down both sides of her make upped face. She wasn't ugly, but she wasn't pretty either. Maybe without so much make up and the evil smirk in her brown eyes would make her look almost nice. And besides that the jewellery that she had picked to wear didn't suit her at all. Couple large diamond rings, necklace that made sure to get attention to her full breasts and so big earrings that it looked like her ears would stretch their size in double. Of course the lady companion didn't say this aloud.
"It sounds like you have thought about it a lot. But do you have any candidates yet?" he asked.
"No", the women answered sighing heavily. "Who on Earth would be so desperate to want that kind of boyish girl to their daughter in law?"
"Dear Aunt Greta", the man said stepping closer to the sitting lady. "I think I know someone, who may be. I have heard that Mrs. Koorime is trying to get a bride to the only son in the house. She wants him to already settle down and continue the family. And he isn't very, how should I say it, social. Maybe he is what you are looking for?" the long haired man kept a pause in his talk on purpose. "Oh, did I mention that they are very wealthy. Mr. Koorime was a count after all." The expression on the woman's face lightened up as she heard the most important part.
The gentleman was the favourite and only nephew Greta had and the man knew his position. He always helped her in the stupid plans and the most important part of him was that he was rich, very rich. The only real thing that mattered to the woman was money. Obviously she wanted to hit two birds with one stone. Get rid of her 'daughter' and get at least contacts if not even money from the marriage. If the girl would get into a good family of course Greta would gain her own part of parties, good food, and rich life. Like she didn't now, but her financial situation had started to suffer after her husband's, Ryo's, death. Women didn't make the riches come in the house and Greta was one of those, who spend their money in themselves and thought things later.
"You're always such a darling, Karasu. Would you have any idea, how could I meet this young man and his mother?" the old lady asked knowing already that the plan was going to be successful.
"I was thinking of throwing a ball next week and you as your fosters are more than welcome. Of course even the Koorimes will be there."
"Well, thank you", the woman said in a very pleased tone. "Of course we will come."
"And speaking of marriage", Karasu continued. "Have you thought about the other's future?"
"You mean the boy?" Greta asked not really caring and almost with disgusted voice. "He will probably go to the one who pays the most."
A mischievous smile crept up on the man's lips. "That's sounds good." He had his own plans after all.
Karasu turned his head to look out of the window down to the garden. It was beautiful and full of life. Different kind of flowers and trees were growing there, but everything was just in the right balance. There were nothing too much or nothing too less. He liked things to be darker and cheerless, but he had to admit it was eye-caching. Well, the thing that cached his eye wasn't really the garden.
It was a person, dressed in white shirt and brown loose pants. He had a long, bright red hair which was flowing in the light afternoon breeze. He was bending down to a rose bush and turned to speak to his companion; a man with black hair and servant clothes. Karasu moved away from the window to face his aunt again. "I'm sorry but I must leave now. I'm grateful of your hospitality."
"Anytime dear", it almost made Greta to sound kind. Fortunately the dark haired man knew better. He bowed and left the room.
There was a mighty crystal crown hanging high above the great hall and expensive painting on the walls. Luckily it hadn't been furnished with the houses mistress taste or else it wouldn't look so elegant.
After descending the stairs to the first floor, Karasu started walking away from the front door, deeper in the house.
It was a beautiful manor and there were living seven servants on top of Greta and her 'children'. In fact they had been her husband's sister's, Shiori's, children. But after the death of Shiori and her husband, Ryo had taken the offspring, Kurama and Keiko, in his house. Of course the selfish wife hadn't liked it, but the master of the house decides.
Five years ago Ryo had died in some disease and Karasu could only imagine what kind of life his 'cousins' were living. Greta didn't treat them bad, but she was greedy and she didn't like them. It was only matter of time when they would have to please her way or another. He was waiting for that moment to come. And he had the feeling that soon his patience would be rewarded.
The dark figure made his way to the kitchen. Every one who he met on the way bowed or curtseyed to him. A young girl opened the back door so the well-known nephew could get to the garden. He wanted to see the redhead before leaving.
He walked straight to the place where he had seen the two boys. And there his 'cousin' was talking to the farm-hand, Yusuke. ::They are such a good friends.::
Karasu knew that Kurama was kind hearted and didn't care about statuses or backgrounds. But for some reason the boy acted cold towards him. It didn't bother him though, in some way it made him just more excited.
The farm-hand said something and the other one turned to see the approaching man. The disgust was almost shown in the bright green eyes. The servant boy bowed and moved little further away so that he couldn't hear the conversation or interrupt it. He had once made the mistake of forgetting the bow and Karasu had enjoyed the change to complain about it to his aunt. Unfortunately the redheaded boy had twisted the case so that Yusuke had stayed. It was mystery to everyone how he had done it. But most likely it had been by bribery.
It seemed like Karasu had badly interrupted their talk, because in any other case Yusuke would had gone back to his work. Or Kurama wanted someone to keep an eye on the situation. The man liked more the second possibility.
"Good afternoon, cousin", the youth said coldly.
"Hello. Kurama." It was visible to see that the tone he had said the name made the boy shiver. "You really should call me by my name. We aren't blood related after all."
"Aunt Greta demands me to call you cousin", the green eyed beauty said shortly, making obvious that the conversation was over and turned to leave. But the man wasn't going to let it end like this.
"But aunt Greta isn't here now is she", he said with a grin.
The boy didn't even bother to turn his head. "I still prefer to use the cousin term", he was clearly trying to cut off the talk and moved further away.
"What a shame", but in Karasu's voice there was no pity at all. He just enjoyed the situation full hearted. "I hope you will show up at my party next week. Aunt Greta and your sister certainly will. And I'm sure you would like to meet Keiko's future fiancé wouldn't you?"
The redhead froze on his feet and turned to look at his 'cousin' not being aware of that his green eyes were widened in disbelief. He covered it immediately, but the damage was already done. The man had seen it. He loved these kinds of situations when he had the upper hand of the boy.
"And who exactly is he?" Kurama asked trying to hide his curiosity or anger under an unbelieving voice. He would have succeeded if he wasn't shaking slightly.
Karasu almost wanted not to tell, but there were also benefits of letting the green eyed one know. The heir of Koorime family didn't have really good reputation after all. Even though he knew that his 'cousin' wouldn't believe in any rumours, the redhead probably would want to see himself what kind of man his sister was going to marry. And that would ensure the presence of his precious doll at his party.
"He is...", the dark man said moving so close that he could whisper it in his prey's ear. "...the son of Hina Koorime. Hiei is his name, if I recall right."
The young man's slender body was in tense. He didn't move at all. Karasu liked the thought that Kurama was afraid of him.
He drew little back and extended his left fingers to play with the red side lock.
"As soft as always", he said with an alluring voice.
Kurama slapped the hand away. "I'm sorry, but I must leave now and so do you", the voice was cold and the look in the green eyes was murderous.
This made the man's smile even wider. "You are absolutely right. But we will see soon again."
"I'm afraid so." The boy turned to walk towards the farm-hand with a hasty pace.
Karasu watched with a self-satisfied smile as the two figures disappeared from his sight. The redhead had become an obsession to him and he was enjoying every second of it.
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Little Myy: Yay! I don't have to write translations! Koorime still means Ice Maiden/Demon, but it's in here as a family name so I don't have to care about it. –party party-
-ahem- Back to serious. I hope I didn't repeat myself, 'cause I was so lazy to read it through and through again. So inform me if there are any mistakes or too much repeat or something. Anything is allowed. But it doesn't mean I will take the advice.
Still please review. So I can write more about this. –puppy eyes- (Yes I can do them also, or at least I hope I can.)
