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Note: This chapter has a lot of dialogue between two people housed in one body, I am clarifying this now, so there is no confusion. Now, enjoy the chapter.

The Musical Theme to this chapter is "Crawling" by Linkin Park.

Crawling

Kurama woke up slowly, turning his head again at the sound of coughing. He frowned and sat up, leaning on one arm to glance at the floor. Karasu was kneeling, staring at the floor, a faint tremor racing over his lithe frame. Kurama curled his lip faintly, and was about to make a biting comment when his eyes widened in surprise at what he saw. Karasu's hair seemed to be shrinking, shortening and lightning in color even as he seemed to grow a bit smaller. "Not for long…" he coughed, looking over at Kurama with those piercing violet eyes before they dimmed to a common chocolate brown. Kurama gaped in shock, red hair falling haphazardly over half of his fair face as the transformation came to a halt.

"Shuuichi…?"

Shuuichi looked up at Kurama with large, surprised eyes. He rubbed his arm gently, still clad in Karasu's trademark black clothing, which was too large for him. Kurama started towards him but Shuuichi stumbled back, his eyes wide.

"Shuuichi…you…I…oh god!" he shivered, seeming to retreat within himself. Kurama bit his lip and stood slowly, moving towards Shuuichi. The boy that was his younger stepbrother scrambled back again, looking up at him with large chocolate eyes. "I…I don't understand any of this. What's going on?" he rasped out, biting his lip as he tried to stop the tears of degradation that fell from his eyes. Kurama looked down, flicking a lock of crimson hair from his eyes, looking to his little brother.

"Shuuichi…go…gomen nasai…" he said softly, moving towards his little brother in one swift motion, enveloping his frame within his arms. "Gomen nasai…for everything…" he continued to whisper it over and over, hugging his little brother close, eyes closing slowly in misery. Shuuichi slowly looked up at him, timidly returning the hug, as if afraid to touch Kurama.

"Why are you wearing that collar? And why-" he was cut off, clutching at his forehead, a look of agony on his youthful features as he stumbled back. Kurama reached for him, his prismatic green eyes wide with distress. "Why is this voice in my head?! Who is he Shuuichi? He wants to hurt us…he wants you…he wants my body!" he dissolved into sobs, his shoulders shaking. "He made me do things…" he whispered, choking on the words. "He did things to you…and it was like I couldn't stop him! I…I could see…but I couldn't…stop…him." the boy fell to the ground, cowering in a fetal position, too shocked to truly deal with what was happening.

Kurama continued to hug Shuuichi close, closing his soft green eyes as he tried to console his brother, dimly wishing he himself had someone to comfort him. He felt scared and alone, but knew that he had to be strong for his brother. At last, Shuuichi gave a shuddering sob as he fell asleep in Kurama's arms. He stood stiffly, carrying the boy to the bed, setting him down gingerly. He moved to sit on the opposite side, perched on the edge as he closed his eyes, burying his face in his hands with a sigh.

"Gomen nasai, Shuuichi…gomen nasai…"

It was dark inside the boy's mind. The two souls that were housed within the one vessel were restless. Shuuichi trembled within himself as his subconscious looked to the intruder within his body. The boy wanted to lash out at this stranger who was making him hurt his brother.

"Who…who are you? What do you want?" he asked, voice quavering. The dark form seemed to hover around him, as if contemplating his words before responding.

"I only want what is mine. Who I am…hrmmmm…is nothing for you to worry about." It replied simply, slowly taking on the form of Karasu, gazing at the boy with those knife-like indigo eyes. Shuuichi stared at him in terror; his sienna colored eyes wide. Shuuichi fought back his fear, shaking his head.

"Leave my brother alone! He's a nice guy and hasn't done anything to you! Just…just leave us alone!" he tried his best to sound angry, to sound brave but the shadow just seemed to chuckle, voice like rustling leaves against a concrete road. "What are you laughing at? What's…what's so funny?" the boy demanded, internally quaking as he looked to the strange shade.

"Foolish child, you know nothing about your…hrmm…brother." Again the shade seemed to laugh quietly. Shuuichi bridled, glaring at the shade at these words.

"What's that supposed to mean? He's my brother and I love him. At least he's not some demon monster like you!" he replied angrily, dashing away at the tears that reached his illusionary form.

"Is that what you think?" his mind was filled with the quiet laughter of the black haired stranger. "Foolish child…has your brother really lied to you like that? It seems fitting, for what he is after all…" he seemed to go silent, pondering what he wished to say, letting those few words he had just spoke rest in the thick air, almost becoming something tangible. Shuuichi winced but pressed closer, his natural human curiosity directing him.

"What do you mean? What about my brother?" he spoke softly, trying to control the tremor in his voice. Violet orbs cut through the shadows of his mind to gaze at him in sarcastic amusement. There was a long monologue of silence that seemed to stretch forever between the two of them. At last the Crow demon seemed to deign it time to answer and opened his mouth, the words flowing out in a lazy stream.

"Your…brother. Hrmm…you obviously know nothing about you precious 'brother' but it does not surprise me that he has lied to you. It is what he is best at after all. Hrmm…your brother…" he said the words slowly, as if relishing the very taste of them. "Your brother is not human. He is a kitsune in essence. A fox demon that invaded your new mother's body and forced out the infant soul within, much like…what I am doing to you right now. So you see, he really is a parasite, and not a bit of him is better then I." his voice held a touch of smugness to it as he looked to the boy. Shuuichi listened, trembling slightly. No way could this demon's words be true. No way…could they? The doubt must have been evident on his feature because a moment later he heard the lazy voice of Karasu again. "You don't seem to believe me. Well, I cannot truly say that I blame you. He is a convincing liar…isn't he? But haven't you wondered at times…where he goes? Haven't you ever noticed that wistful look in his eye when he thinks no one watches?" Shuuichi looked down, biting his lip. It was true; his brother did disappear for a few days at times and he did look strange…sad sometimes.

"Y…yeah…but still! It's impossible!" he shook his head vehemently, trying to dislodge the thoughts. Shuuichi wouldn't lie to him; he wouldn't…ever…would he? He whimpered, just wanting to close his eyes. The shade made a clicking sound of understanding, wrapping Shuichi in arms of black mist.

"I know. It is a lot for such a young human to take in…but if you were to stop and think about it…it's entirely possible. Otherwise, how would you explain what I have done to you? Or do you merely think you are going mad?" he mused, smirking thoughtfully. Shuuichi found himself struggling for a moment, before at last he gave in, resting within those arms of soft mist, closing his eyes with a soft sob. Maybe it was safer to just give in…for just a little while. Rest…that was what he needed. The shade of Karasu watched Shuuichi, eyes gleaming with an unusual light as he too fell into rest…

Kurama sat there, holding his little brother's form in his arms, eyes closed as he rested. He slowly allowed his eyes to flutter open as he felt movement in his arms. Looking down, he saw Shuuichi's hair darkening, lengthening, as he seemed to ripple and grow taller in his arms. A few moments later and there was Karasu, still asleep within his arms. He almost dropped him, a soft cry of surprise escaping his lips. Karasu slept through the ordeal, eyes fluttering once before he settled back to sleep. Kurama watched him warily, fascinated with the way his captor slept. There was a faint, tiny smile on the Crow demon's lips as he slept, and he nestled closer to Kurama, looking just like an innocent angel at that moment. Kurama felt bile rising in his throat even as he thought those treacherous words. This was his captor, his rapist…he hated him! But why couldn't he turn away from Karasu at that moment? Finally he tore his gaze away, sliding Karasu out of his arms and onto the bed. He then moved towards the barred window, tugging at the heavy collar about his neck, shivering at the tiny tingles it sent through his finger at the touch. He looked out at the landscape, noting that they were in the Makai. The sky was overcast, the clouds gathering outside the window, foretelling that rain was coming. He lay his head against the windowpane closing his eyes, feeling the cool glass against his skin. There was a rumble of thunder from outside, and soon after the soft patter of rain hitting the barred, glassed-in windows. He stared out at the rain, sighing softly, before turning back to look at Karasu. The Crow demon was sitting up, watching Kurama silently with those contemplative violet eyes. Kurama flinched when Karasu walked forwards, slinging an arm about his shoulder in an almost affectionate way, placing a kiss to his hair. 'What is he planning?' he wondered silently to himself, turning away to stare at the rain as it pounded on the glass. Karasu was still silent, merely brushing a hand through Kurama's hair as he contemplated to himself.

"Don't try and hide what you want, Karasu." He said softly, his voice laced with the chill of a thousand winters. The hand stroking through his hair paused, before a breathy, sultry voice followed it.

"And…what is it I want, itooshi?" Kurama turned to face him, his eyes a glacial green as he watched him. Karasu tilted his head slightly, slipping a lock of ebon hair back behind one pale ear. Kurama merely watched him in silence. Karasu smiled faintly to himself, taking the red head into his arms, pressing his lips to his. There was no response, but neither did Kurama fight. The Crow demon ended the kiss, glancing into the eyes of the kitsune. "You no longer fight me…?" He asked softly. Kurama curled his lip in a sneer.

"Rest assured that I loathe you, Karasu…until the day I die, I will loathe you with all of my being. Be it a fault if I choose to conserve my energy and work to rid myself of you?" Karasu coughed at these words, his head spinning for a moment though he remained standing stoically, watching Kurama with those piercing orbs of violet.

"Hrmm…it pains me to think you don't want me, Kurama, it really does." He stated with a smile, pulling the kitsune into his arms and walking with him towards the bed. He sat down, running his nails down Kurama's throat, causing him to shiver against his will. He smirked, beginning to kiss him again, sending a small tingle of unwanted pleasure down the kitsune's back. Karasu slowly pushed him onto the bed, straddling him as he continued to nip and kiss his way down his throat, purring softly, lost in his own content thoughts. Kurama yelped in surprise as Karasu drew that tiny ribbon of blood on his collarbone, slowly tonguing the wound. He winced, allowing the Crow demon to continue his ministrations, though a part of him no longer feared this crow demon. He pitied him. When he failed to respond as he head earlier, he felt that soft, pale hand thread through his hair, gripping it harshly. He was pulled up, and slowly, he allowed his eyes to meet the Crow demon's steadily. For a moment, Karasu stared at him hard, those piercing iris orbs boring into his own soft jade. Then Karasu let him go, pushing him back on the bed as he strode from the room, the sound of rain all that was left. Kurama curled up, staring out the window at the rain, and sighed. Confusion and pity intermixed and he soon found himself asleep, in the arms of blessed oblivion…

Karasu sat in another room of the small house; one long leg pulled up to his chest, his chin resting on it. He too watched the rain, unblinking as he noticed the drops hitting the window and splashing away. He stroked one slim hand over the cool glass and sighed, quickly dissolving into a fit of coughing that had him picking himself up off the floor a few moments later. He rubbed at his throat as he sat back down, flipping his beautiful hair out of the way of his face, looking down as the shadows danced their way across the floor, only broken by small patterns of lightning every few moments. He growled to himself as he covered his face. Another bought of coughing rushed forth, this time bringing with it a trickle of blood that dripped from his lips. He wiped it away in an impatient gesture, closing his eyes again, trying to block out the pounding rain and the soft thunder.

You know…he's not afraid of you. came the boy's voice within his mind. His eyes snapped open as he grimaced, shaking his head, trying to shut the boy up.

What do I care? I possess him and that is more then enough. He argued softly, smirking. That smirk quickly died at his next words.

You're afraid of him, and you know if he lives someday he will destroy you. He might not kill you, but you will wish you were dead. You spend all your time hurting him because you say you love him, and that's wrong! My brother is a good guy…but you're a horrible person for what you've done! At this, Karasu found the courage to chuckle, that chuckle was the last thing the boy within his mind heard echoing as he was pushed back from conscious thought. Shuuichi sighed and settled himself in the back of Karasu's mind, sorting through the old memories. He stopped at a few and gasped, knowing that as soon as he could he had to tell his brother. His thoughts drifted over Karasu's words about him being a kitsune as he sorted the memories, holding on to a few of them for later use…

And that's the end of Part II. Sorry if it got a little confusing at times, I didn't mean for it to. If you liked it, I'm glad and thanks for reading and if not I really do not give a damn. Flames are used for poking with sharp sticks and making s'mores.