Note: So, this is my first attempt to make something, and it's of course Kurotan, or Botan x Kurama. I do not own Yuu Yuu or any of it's characters because if I did, well I'd simply have drawn Kurotan and made millions. I do have the rights to the plot, any original characters, and the story due to them being of my creation.
I haven't updated in forever, and I am sooooo sorry for that! I swear I'll be better about updating, really!
Let it be known that the shinigami had in fact made an effort to turn tail and run, however the idea just simply wasn't able to make it past her brain once the firm hands snatched her through the doorway. To say she heard her heart stop thrice in those five seconds it took from her start on point A to her current end on point B would be an understatement, for even now her throat was desperately trying to get air into her lungs. She felt dizzy, and her head was pounding loudly enough so that she wasn't even aware of the fact that she had slid against the door to keep herself standing. Still, with a few blinks and reassurance that she was at least in one piece for the time being, her vision began to settle and the dimly lit corridor greeted her quietly. Of course after remembering what else was lurking in said corridor, she swiftly looked around, clutching the doorknob behind her which she strangely found incredibly silky and…soft.
"Wait, what?"
"My, such greedy fingers."
The dark husk of a voice was breathe into her ear, scratching at the tenderness of it's flesh, startling her in such a way that she stumbled forward and barely caught herself enough to turn and peer behind her. Her heart slowed as she traced the crimson bangs cupping the handsomeness of a familiar face, heaving lightly and shaming herself for her jumpiness. She allowed a goofy grin to tug at her features, knowing that she had certainly played the fool, but comfortable with the fact that she was able to be in the presence of Kurama. Or rather, she was comfortable to a certain extent, regardless of it all, the hairs resting on the nape of her neck were still bristled, and the tiny voice of her subconscious was still telling her to find refugee elsewhere. She merely shook her head, patting her temples in reassurance as she immediately sprang towards the kitsune, finding a starch happiness erupting within her. Starch because she truly wasn't exactly over the strum of events that had weighed upon her shoulders in a mere week, and now that she was dealing with an issue she had directly caused didn't help the guilt already piled high.
"You startled me Kurama!"
Yet still, when she closed in, she stopped sharply once she caught the glint of something she was most certain wasn't suppose to be there; piercing golden eyes. "….Oh." And without the whimper having time to register, she was already turned on her heel making pace down the corridor to wherever she felt could buy her some time to get her the hell out of the house considering the door had been blocked by the body of a fearsome, notorious thief. She was well aware that he was on her trail, leisurely walking as she sprang around a few corners, only giving a few glances through the blurs while trying to find some sort of room with a door. Of course, when she finally spotted a door lazily open, she felt the looming shadow upon her and frighteningly stumbled into the room while trying to slam the door closed for the life of her.
Fruitlessly she tried, but before she could bat a lash and regain her composition she was thrown harshly into an otherwise extraordinarily soft bedding, pinned painfully by the mere intimidation of the kitsune without the acknowledgement of the garish hold he held upon the wrists locked above her head and around the slender of her neck.
It was just her luck that out of all the things that had occurred, she would be greeted by the likes of Youko and then miserably, and seemingly, raped and killed -and not even particularly in that order. He made no move to speak, but even with her eyes finally catching up to the events that had taken place in two short minutes, she was able to see her mistake clearly. Spilling around the tanned chisel of his attractiveness were crimson locks, much wilder in style and longer in length than she was certain, but nonetheless they retained their characteristic mirth well. Her eyes then drank him in, noting that the outer shell was likened more to the Kurama whose indifference was a charming as his chivalry, but the usual mesmerizing jades were splashed with an undomesticated gold, reflecting the amusement and sick contemplations of ideas she'd much rather have no thought of. He retained his human appearance of Minamoto Shuichi, but with a mere glance at the eyes would reveal apparently who was who.
It was a shame she hadn't noticed it sooner, not that it would have helped her any.
"I suppose I should be more cordial to the one that has found a way to relinquish my exile," His voice was dark and low as his eyes lowered, tasting her anxiety and pent up tempests with merely her sight alone, "but I am not one to be thought of as cordial." Despite her approaching death, the blanketed numbness upon her allowed her eyes to roll at his chide, finding that somehow it no longer mattered in the end. What was death truly to a shinigami? To a lover left in utter solitude and asphyxiation? To an imaginary figment personified by a masquerade never-ending? Lost within her own overwhelming abyss, Botan could not help but irrelevantly wonder exactly what was it that she was so afraid of, hadn't she already lost everything?
Apparently, Youko could not help but notice her lax, dispassionate disposition, and although he weighed down upon her and began to cut off the circulation of blood to her hands and air to her neck, her eyes remained as hollow and glassy as a doll's. He most certainly was not satisfied, but his hunger for violence was too demanding for him to lose interest in her so fast. His fingers began to dig, feeling the flesh of her neck whine in agony as the bruising of purple and blue began to threaten to become permanent, finding the rhythm of her heart beat becoming as sloth as the liveliness within her eyes, yet still he pressed on. Time was of the essence, a fact he most certainly became aware of after his decade's worth of miscalculations, and he was certain that the spastic switching of personas could save the pathetic creature's life if he weren't hastier in his killing. Yet as he was certain she was close, there was a sudden eruption of pain jolting through his very spine, throwing him off kilter as his reflexes shot him into a defensive standing position. His eyes rattled about to find out the source of such an ominous feeling he most certainly was not accustom to, but he only found the presence of nothing more than himself and his prey.
His eyes began to flicker as electricity blanketed his brain, forcing his breathing to grow haggard as his fingers numbly began to lose their hold upon the still deity. His shoulders slumped dramatically as his vision began to blur, flooding with an immensely bright light that ultimately discolored everything fragmented in image and unnerved him so greatly that he in turn stumbled back from his dominant position over the other. His legs easily became entangled, but with the growing distance between the yokai and the deity, he could not help but notice the immediate subsiding of the pain that had only mere moments ago seemed to promise some sort of agonizing death. Slightly regaining his composure and senses, his eyes narrowed with swift realization, teeth bearing with a frightening snarl.
"What sort of witchery is this?!" His menacing bellow seemed to snap Botan from her temporary ravine, updating her on the facts that she had otherwise missed. Her lashes fluttered with recollection, and instantly she drew herself onto the bed, readying herself as her eyes flickered at the bristling yokai some feet before her. She winced with the throaty growl that boomed from his lips, unsure of his sudden change of character and shift in predicament, but apparently whatever it was –she had no true reason to question it. "What have you done?" His voice was commanding, dark in timbre as if the dark of his shadow had blessed his vocals. As if to reinforce his clear order, he took a step forward, feeling the reigniting of the earlier electric charge sparking at his temples. "Fix. It."
In all honesty, she really wasn't sure of what the yokai was talking about, but with her observation she was beginning to catch on. She was still shaken from the idea of being a small distance away from a notorious murderer above all things, but considering that she was still alive and with all of her dignity attached for whatever blessed reason, her courage slowly began to return to formulate words. And then finally, she was able to grace his glare with a response, "As if!" And so, after having worked up the courage to finally speak, it seemed her tongue still couldn't help but undermine the miracle known as life.
Astounding.
I wonder how many of you all can guess exactly what Koenma's catch was? Find out in-depth in the next chapter!