This is one of the more recent things I wrote. I was wondering what would have happened if Kurama didn't win the fight against Karasu. If you love Kurama to pieces and hate Karasu, you might not want to read this. As much as I love Kurama, I can't help, butwonder about alternative scenes. This is how I would imagine the end of their fight in the 'Dark Tournament.'
Disclaimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho in any way. It belongs to Togashi Yoshiro and whoever else bought the rights.
Karasu lightly ran a finger across Kurama's cheek. His lips twisted in a fierce perverse smirk. In a violent motion the dark youkai seized Kurama's neck in his left hand. The claws bit into soft mortal flesh. Dark red blood oozed out of the severed vein and slid down Karasu's hand. The arm retracted and Kurama lunged forward. The other hand reached up and removed the mask from his blood-speckled face. Karasu let his breathe warm the kitsune's cheek. Kurama's body was rapidly dropping in temperature from the loss of blood.
"Having fun, dearest Kurama?" the sadistic predator purred into his victim's ear.
Kurama unwillingly shuddered. His battered body could barely move, but his mind could still function. Trapped in the prison of a ningen body, Kurama could only watch as Karasu toyed with him. The tired kitsune blinked, trying to see through the veil of blood dripping into his eyes.
He knew it was futile; the rational thought had entered his mind long ago, but the will to live did not die. Kurama weakly struggled to stand. The world tilted in the red-head's mind and he fell forward again, resting on Karasu's body. His chin hit a steady shoulder burning with energy and excitement.
The pale raven laughed, a chilling melody slicing the air. The long slender fingers crept through his love's tangled crimson locks and rested on the fox's tense jaw. With a voice gentle as the wind's touch and rich as silk, Karasu whispered.
"You promised you would kill me before I could get near you. Did you forget?"
To add to Kurama's pain, Karasu wrenched the boy's head back by his hair. Filthy, blood-smeared lips pressed down on Kurama's mouth. The revolting kiss turned the fox's stomach upside down. Karasu's tongue skimmed his opponent's sweet innocent lips before forcefully prying them apart. The bittersweet taste of his own blood made Kurama gag. Karasu flicked his warm tongue into Kurama's unwilling mouth; increasing the kitsune's disgust.
The sultry youkai stroked the helpless boy's neck. He was obviously delighted with his new toy. Kurama stiffened when he felt the cold slender arm curl around his waist. Frightened, he slammed his hand into Karasu's chest and materialized a rose. The force of the hand and the pain of the sharp flower plunged into his body drove the sadist back. The sensual smile painted on the pale face flickered. The raven frowned as he tore out the offending plant.
"Was that an attempt to kill me?"
He strolled up to the kitsune, covering the dripping wound with his hand. With a flick of wrist, he splattered the warm red liquid on the grass.
"I grow weary of this game. Sayonara, Kurama."
The bomb shredded the kitsune's heart. Everything appeared to run in slow motion. The silence accompanying death calmed the boy. His only regret was letting his teammates down and never saying goodbye to his mother. The body gracefully landed in the pool of blood. His vision blurred and the ears blocked out the roaring of the crowd. He watched the black raven walk away before letting his eyelids fall.
"Sayonara, dear kitsune."