Welcome to my latest production, Of Foxes, Goths, and Posers! While I know I must update MOTH and N:ICFYT, I am doing this simply because I want to. I just feel like it because seems to be over-run by Mary Sues. So here I am to rid of it!!

Title: Of Foxes, Goths, and Posers

Author: Gabbi the Brave XD

Summary: Kurama is a teen that can barely control his Youko powers, Karasu is going to be the next Davey Havok, and the most hardcore Hiei goes is Good Charlotte. But when all three intertwine, nothing is the same and all will be corrupted.

Rating: PG-13 for now

Pairings: KarasuxKurama, HieixKurama

Warnings: WIP, yaoi, A/U, strangeness, Karasu, OOC

Notes: Not much except every chapter is titled by a song of some sort. Yay, go me.

Dedicated To: No one.

Edited By: C-Kun

Disclaimer: I do not own YYH or any songs used in this story. They are copyrighted by their repected owners. All text (c) Gabbi the Brave XD 2002-4. Happy Halloween.

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This Fire

By Gabbi the Brave XD

Chapter One: This Fire

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"This fire is out of control,

Let it burn this city,

Burn this city!"

-"This Fire" Franz Ferdinand

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"What do I have to do?" Kurama asked, in a sickly polite voice, "What do I have to do for you guys to let go of me?"

"We know who you are," a man with slicked-back black hair and tan skin snapped. His red eyes transfixed on the teen. "You're Youko. You're the master theif."

Kurama laughed. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"You're the most coldness sonuvabitch around!" the man gasped, red horns peeking through his hair, "You think I'm letting you go?!"

"Really," a copy of the first man said, only difference between him being his blue horns and blue eyes, "Plus you are positively adorable."

Kurama flicked his wrist in hope of them getting off. They didn't.

He sighed heavily. "You made me do this."

He focused all of his ki into the weeds in the cracks of the broken sidewalk. They rose into massive forms, full of seraded teeth and malicious cries.

The demons screamed. "...Koenma didn't mention this!"

"Koenma doesn't have a clue as to what he is doing," Kurama snapped, fox ears creeping from his head, "I should be dead, but you know, I don't care. Leave now or I will kill you both."

The demons shuttered and scurried away.

"Wow... it's a demon..." a voice said, hushed.

I jerked my head. "WHAT?!"

The creepiest guy that was human besides Marilyn Manson appeared in front of Kurama. He had long raven black hair that passed his butt easily. He had paler skin than a white rose, his think black eyebrows only more accented on the skin. His violet eyes stared at him coldly. They were shaped perfectly. He had a pretty nose that looked perfect on his slightly long face. He had black lipstick on his thin lips. His long neck was covered in chains of no real distinction. He had headphones with loud music still blaring. He wore a long black trench coat, black vinil pants, and combat boots.

Kurama backed slightly. "What the hell?"

"A real demon!" the mysterious person gasped. "I never thought I'd meet one!"

"Who are you?" Kurama asked.

"Karasu," he replied quietly, "Age eighteen."

"Hmph," Kurama snorted.

"You have issues," Karasu laughed, "A little disgruntled, are we?"

His voice was sickingly smooth to the demon-boy.

"What... what do you know," Kurama laughed weakly. He pulled at his long red hair. "You're just a moronic kid."

"You got fox ears," Karasu snickered.

Kurama's hands creeped over to his ears. "Oh shit! I can never control this!"

He grumbled as he didn't make eye contact.

"Are you okay?" Karasu asked.

"No," Kurama snapped.

"Don't blame me," Karasu grumbled, "You're too loud."

"Oh, sure," Kurama growled. "You're one of those dumbass crack-addicts, aren't you?"

"Uh... no," Karasu replied, showing his 'X's on his hands. "I'm straight-edge, asshole. I don't drink, don't smoke, don't have casual sex."

"Same diff," Kurama scoffed. "Then you gotta be a fag for following me like this. I'm sure you're a little stalker."

"Actually, I am," Karasu said quietly. "I stalk by nature. You're pretty. I learned to sense your voice and I heard you and that's how I found out you were a demon. So that's my story."

"Idiot," Kurama snapped.

"I'm not scared of you," Karasu said sweetly. "I'm not running away."

"Asswipe," Kurama snapped, "I'll kill you."

"You wouldn't kill a human," Karasu taunted.

"Watch me," Kurama said curtly, charging with full force.

Karasu backed up.

Kurama grabbed his neck. "Off to Never Never Land with you, boy," Kurama threatened.

Karasu smirked and grabbed his hair.

"Yargh!" Kurama screamed as Karasu's hand trailed down to his back and to his butt. "Rapist!"

Karasu pulled his arm out of Kurama's shirt as Kurama dropped his hands. "I knew it. Just like a girl."

"What the...." Kurama growled.

"I don't see the big deal," Karasu said quietly, "You're a freak. I'm a freak. Why do you act like this?"

Kurama growled again. "I'm not a freak like you are. For one, I am not a faggot. I'm not a Goth boy, and I'm hot, according to girls."

"You claim you aren't but I'm sorry, I think you could be easily called a girl," Karasu said, raising a finger."

Kurama stamped his foot. "You really think you're high and mighty, don't you?"

"Nah," Karasu said, pulling his headphones on.

Kurama cussed under his breath.

"Sorry," Karasu laughed, "I love to toy with the mind. You're really easy."

"Whatever you say..." Kurama said, walking away.

Karasu laughed one last time and disappeared.

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Where's Hiei? Where's everyone else? Why is Kurama like a bastard? Go ahead and review for me!