Things take another interesting turn in here Hope it makes you happy.

Honestly, Hiei hadn't expected much of a reaction from the Yoko when he appeared. He anticipated a snide comment, or indifference. Instead, the redhead blew up. "What happened in here?" he growled.

Hiei shrugged. "He tried forcing himself on me," he said mildly. "So I bit him- care to guess where?"

"That son of a bitch!" the Yoko screamed furiously. He hauled off and punched the wall, leaving a decent-sized hole after pulling his fist out. "That was all?" he demanded. "He just tried to, you bit, and here we are?" Hiei nodded. "I see," he said, his voice suddenly very calm. "Well then, thank you for sharing that with me." The gangster took a deep breath, and then closed the door behind him.

The billionaire quirked an eyebrow. 'There's no way he could handle it that well,' he thought.

Kurama stood in the hallway, leaning against the wall outside Hiei's room, quaking with rage. He clenched and unclenched his fists, ongoing strings of profanity muttered under his breath.

A gangster, a friend of Karasu's whose name Kurama didn't know, strode down the hall. He noticed Kurama. "Hey, I heard Karasu scored with that little Jaganshi guy. How'd he do?"

The cross-dresser's head snapped up, hair matching the infuriated expression on his face, the burning in his eyes. The gangster raised his eyebrows, and took a cautious step back.

From the other side of the wall, Hiei listened as the Yoko beat to a living pulp the gangster. 'There, that's more like it,' he thought, shifting into a reclining position.

'He's returned,' Toguro stated.

Kurama sat up, massaging his throbbing temples. "Send him up," he growled, taking another swallow of his drink.

The giant noticed. "Kurama, perhaps you should stop drinking that."

They heard voices from downstairs. "Hey, Karasu!" someone shouted. "How was Jaganshi?"

A moment later, the raven-haired man's voice answered. "Maybe I didn't get that far with him, but it was all better than anything I've gotten from my dear Foxy in a damn long time!"

Toguro snuck a cautious glance at Kurama. His leader was hunched over; his entire body tense, one hand grasping the bottle of vodka while the other cradled his head. "Bring him here," he commanded, voice a harsh near-whisper.

This time Toguro obeyed without comment, and a few minutes later the door opened and Karasu strutted in. He noticed Kurama's current state. "You know, alcohol does nothing for your temperament or your body."

"Shut up," he hissed.

"You see what I mean?" Karasu asked superiorly.

"Perhaps I wouldn't feel the need to consume this liquid garbage if you didn't degrade me with inappropriate actions and commentary."

"Such large words, again? Don't use them, Foxy; they don't suit you."

"I'll use whatever-sized words I feel like using," he retorted. "At least I know their definitions."

"That's low, my dear."

"Not as low as you. Not only do you sleep with every other gangster who happens upon you midst, now you feel the need to turn to my hostage also?"

"Only the women," Karasu corrected him. "And you know what they say about Koorime; I was curious as to if it was true."

"Well?"

"Not in this case. Your Mr. Jaganshi is precisely that- all Mister, no Madam. Like you," he added off-handedly. "When I discovered that, I immediately lost interest. He still bit me, though." He shuddered. "But don't worry, no damage was done."

"Worry?" Kurama asked coldly. "I was hoping that he bit the damn thing off." Karasu glowered. "You lost interest when you discovered he possessed nothing feminine. Have you no interest in me anymore?"

"You dress in a womanly fashion," Karasu said.

"But?"

"I've told you all of this before." He sat down on the bed, across from Kurama. "You're beautiful enough, but you're still just a man."

Kurama bristled. "You knew my gender before ever pursuing me."

"I repulsed you, so I liked the challenge; you resisted me, and that made the challenge all the sweeter."

"And there were other assets that attracted you," Kurama added bluntly.

Karasu shrugged. "Yes."

The redhead pursed his lips. "Money, power- perhaps I'd be less reluctant to share if you didn't humiliate me so."

"Want to know what you could do to prevent that?"

"Don't, Karasu."

Karasu ignored his request, and pushed Kurama onto his back. "You could eliminate the competition down here," he said, running a hand over the juncture of the cross-dresser's legs. "And you could install some huge, firm jugs for me to squeeze up here." He moved a hand to Kurama's flat chest.

The redhead pushed Karasu off of him. "No, I've already told you that."

"But you'd look nice stacked," Karasu protested. "I wouldn't let you out of bed at all."

"Would you achieve that with shackles, or with something else? No."

"Fine!" he snapped. "Be a faggot for all I care, Suichi," he added in a higher pitch.

"Don't 'Suichi' me," Kurama spat, eyes angry slits. "Get out."

"What? Excuse me?"

"You heard me; get out."

"You're drunk," Karasu sneered.

"Damn straight."

"Funny, you're not. And I'm not leaving."

Kurama growled, and smashed the vodka bottle, sending liquid and broken glass everywhere. "Out," he said, pointing the jagged, broken end of the bottle at Karasu. "Before I finish what Jaganshi started."

He spoke in a dead serious tone; Karasu's composure wavered slightly. "Fine," he growled. "I'll leave. You'll regret it later."

"What's one more matter of regret to me?" Kurama shot back, throwing the remainder of the bottle at the door as Karasu left.