6.) Extremely short story about Kurama and Karasu. Shounen-ai. (Duh.) I don't own YYH. (Double duh.)
Karasu no Game
Karasu disappeared quickly. Even Kurama didn't see him. His hands went out defensively as his eyes darted around. Bui remained motionless, giving no secret of Karasu's movements away. Suddendly he felt slender fingers, much like his own, brush against his neck. He gasped and froze. Karasu's hands drifted into his hair, running over it, and he spoke, mocking it's crimson beauty. Each second felt like an eternity.
"You know what my touch can do ..."
Kurama's thoughts jolted to his mother, to the short life span he had as a human, to feelings he didn't know as a demon. But then ... the next words that left the mysterious man's lips would surprise him.
"Perhaps you want to know my touch."
"Get away!" he finally yelled. Karasu retook his place next to Bui.
"It's only a game."
Yet still, Kurama knew Karasu's touch would haunt him.
