Hidden Desires

Disclaimer: See Prologue
Warnings: See Prologue

Chapter 4

Kuwabara sighed as he shut the door.

“Now I gotta find something to do so I won’t think of ‘what’s his face’…” mumbled Kuwabara, heading to his room.

Kuwabara walked into his room and plopped down in his seat at his desk. He stared down at his completed math home work and smiled. He had done it all by himself, after Kurama showed him the correct way to work the equation of course. However, it was still he that completed and solved the problem, which was correct according to his red hair friend, who checked over the answers after Kuwabara was done with them.

Kuwabara picked up his math homework and neatly put it in his homework folder for math. After becoming a college student, Kuwabara learned the importance of organization skills and how useful they were with finding one’s homework and study notes.

Kuwabara put the folder back into his book bag and zipped it up. He leaned back into his chair and stared up at the ceiling. A faint meow at his feet caught his attention. Kuwabara smiled as he looked down at Eikichi, who was no longer a cute little kitten, but a beautiful cat. Personally Kuwabara thought his sweet Eikichi would be considered a hottie with both the demon cats and regular house hold cats.

Kuwabara bent down and picked up his cat, which willingly let her master pick her up and lay her in his lap. She purred in contentment as Kuwabara gently rubbed her tummy and scratched her behind the ears, just hitting that spot that made her melt. Kuwabara chuckled as his favorite feline purred happy and rubbed against his hand that was scratching behind her ear.

Suddenly, the cat’s ears perked up and her ears moved around as if listening for something. She sat up and looked around. Kuwabara looked down at his cat, confused. However he had sensed something; which was nothing.

Kuwabara narrowed his eyes.

Kuwabara was always an unlucky man, even in his childhood. He could never find peace nor could he find any kind of alone time; even by himself with in his own room. He was blessed and yet cursed with a strong sixth sense, which not only gave him his powerful spirit sword, but gave him the ability to sense spirits or other beings for that matter. Never in Kuwabara’s entire existence of living in this house had he not been able to sense those spirits, who would haunt him; even in his child hood.

They would keep him up in the night, whispering the many ways they could eat and cook little human boys. These spirits would paralyze him as they would touch him and cause him pain, his voice frozen with in his throat, unable to make even a small whimper pass his quivering lips.

As Kuwabara grew, the ghost got more violent, not wanting to let their prey develop a back bone and ruin their fun. However, unfortunate for them, Kuwabara had sought help and developed a back bone, calling on the assistance of Master Genkai, who was more then willing to aid Kuwabara in this area.

Kuwabara’s body stiffened, for the first time in his life he didn’t feel the slightest hint of a wondering spirit in his room.

The boy knew of a few reasons ghosts would leave; one being that of an exorcism, which was not only rare now a days but a very dangerous ritual to conduct if one wasn’t trained in the holy art itself.

Another reason was that of the person who lived in the house had gotten stronger and was able to lay barriers or could produce such a strong aura that the ghosts would flee and never return.

Another reason, that Kuwabara had known and was the reason he had his best friend Yusuke Urameshi visit as much as he could, along with Kurama, was that of fear; the fear of something stronger then themselves occupying the same living space they themselves stayed in.

Kuwabara had a feeling that something had scared his ghostly companions out of his house and what made Kuwabara terrified now was he couldn’t get a lock on the aura of the one who had entered his house. Eikichi jumped down from Kuwabara’s lap, hair on end and hissed at the door to his room, ready to defend her master if need be.

She had sensed it her self, having developed a sense of ownership towards Kuwabara. He was her human and she would do anything to protect him from harm. She had tried so many times, whenever he was attacked by unseen attackers, but had ended up getting hurt herself; not even able to calm or encourage the frightened boy.

Kuwabara stood up, his hands in front of him, ready to call forth his spirit sword if need be. Sweat dripped from his forehead as the only thing he could sense was impending doom. He couldn’t even hear foot steps coming to his door though he knew someone was standing outside of it by the shadow coming through from underneath the door’s half an inch space from the ground.

Kuwabara held his breath as the knob quietly turned, meaning that his attacker hadn’t realized Kuwabara was aware of his presence in the house and was about to come into his room.

Kuwabara smirked to himself

‘Underestimating me, like everyone else. Sucks for him, cause they’re in for a surprise!’ Kuwabara thought.

The door opened to reveal the one who had haunted his dreams ever since he laid eyes on him during the Dark Tournament. He gasped and dispelled the already appearing sword, backing up in surprise.

“Hello my dear boy.” Karasu said, his mask covering his face, which held a smirk of amusement at Kuwabara’s fear and shock.

Eikichi wasted no time at lunging towards the powerful demon, which was suppose to be dead and locked away in limbo at this very moment.

“NO Eikichi! Stop!” Kuwabara shouted, stretching out his hand, as if that would keep her from attacking.

Karasu looked at the cat and caught her, holding her back far enough so her claws wouldn’t get him.

“Ummm…what soft fur you have…” Karasu said, still holding the cat, who continued to try and claw at the one who had threatened her master.

“You leave Eikichi alone you bastarXd!” growled Kuwabara, getting out his spirit sword, not caring if he had a sick crush on the guy; he was messing with his cat and would pay.

Karasu looked at Kuwabara and was amused at how his prey could be invoked; not challenging as his desired fox.

Karasu said nothing as the orange hair boy glared at him.

‘He has spirit, I will give him that; however he is nothing compared to my lovely fox.’ Karasu thought.

He tossed the poor cat out of the room and closed the door.

“Eikichi!” Kuwabara screamed as he saw his dear sweet cat tossed out of his room and have the door slammed in her face.

He could hear her screams and scratching at the door, trying to get in and help her master.

Kuwabara turned glaring eyes at the dark haired demon.

“Get the Hell outta my room ya freak!” Kuwabara shouted, pointing his spirit sword at the demon.

“Only after I take what I want.” Karasu said, walking towards Kuwabara.

Kuwabara took a step back in fear. He didn’t know nor did he want to know what this evil demon was up to, especially if it involved himself.

In a flash the demon was right in front of the poor teen, which scared him and caused him to fall backwards; unfortunately for him, he happened to fall backwards onto his bed. He cursed himself and promised that once he was away from this demon he would move his bed where it wouldn’t be right next to his desk.

Karasu bent his masked face close to Kuwabara. Kuwabara had dispelled his spirit sword after falling backwards and turned scared brown eyes to violet colored ones. He gulped, not knowing what would happen. Images from his fantasies of this particular demon flooded his mind, which made him groan.

Karasu gave him a confused look however, figured this was not the moment to ponder such a response.

He took out his bomb.

“Goodnight, Kazuma.”

The bomb exploded next to Kuwabara’s head, though it didn’t hit his head. It did however blow up at his shoulder blade, causing the youth to scream out in pain and have his blood splatter all over his bed.

Kuwabara passed out from the pain he was in, never experiencing pain like what he felt; even almost been beaten to death by Yusuke Urameshi countless times; this pain was worse.

Karasu looked down at his prey that was covered in blood. Karasu could not help but turn lustful eyes to his features that looked so calm making the human seem desirable. Karasu shook the thought from his head and returned to what he had intended to do.

He placed the bleeding young man over his shoulder, ignoring the blood that seeped into his skin tight outfit. Karasu took his long clawed finger and dabbed it into Kuwabara’s wound, earning a groan from the unconscious boy. With Kuwabara’s blood, Karasu wrote a message his pillow; the only object on his bed untouched by the blood.

After his plan was in place, Karasu left the room, kicking the poor cat out of his way; causing the feline to fall unconscious. Karasu left, not caring that he left the door to the house open, as he leap from roof top to roof top, vanishing into the cold night.
Kurama came to the door and knocked on it, a little bit anxious and even more worried. He was pondering over what Shizuru had said to him before hanging up the phone.

‘Be care full’

Those words rang through his head.

‘What could she have meant by that?’ the fox asks him self.

The door opened, showing a relieved and yet distraught Shizuru.

She grabs the poor kitsune, not even saying hello and drags him to Kuwabara’s room, while talking a mile a minute.

“Like I told you I came home and I couldn’t find Kazuma, but when I looked at his bed I freaked! There was just too much of it! It has to be his….but I can’t believe that bastard’s back and that he’s using him to get to you!” Shizuru growls out, more pissed now then upset.

Kurama was about to ask who and what until he was pulled into Kuwabara’s room. His eyes widened as he saw the amount of blood that was on Kuwabara’s bed. What really terrified him was the fact there was a scorch mark, as if a bomb or some kind of fire had been set off on his bed, though it may have only lasted for a few seconds. The scorch mark was big and round, the blood splattered around it, not even touching the mark.

Kurama was able to remove his hand from Shizuru’s death grip and stared down at the blood soaked sheets. He lightly touched it with his fingers and gasped. It was dry. That could only mean that Kuwabara was captured not too long after he had left him.

“Who…? How…?” Kurama said, his voice weak and just as hoarse as Shizuru’s.

Shizuru was starting to get up set again and couldn’t even talk. All she could do was point at the pillow, before turning around and leaving the room. Sounds of someone throwing up in the near by bathroom were all Kurama could hear.

Kurama shakily looked towards the pillow. It was quiet and seemed to be the only thing left that wasn’t soiled with what seemed to be Kuwabara’s blood. Kurama’s face turned completely white as he saw the message written in Kuwabara’s blood on the pillow.

He falls to his knees, next to the bed and stares at the red dripping letters, which was also dried.

My dear sweet fox,

If you value this one’s life, then I suggest a trade; your life for his. I will contact you soon. Be seeing you soon my desired fox.

Karasu

Ps. If you refuse…I might find this one more fun to play with.

Tears came to Kurama’s eyes. Never had he felt so lost, so defeated, so helpless. There wasn’t anything he could, not by himself. He needed help, but Koenma was unattainable. Hiei was in the demon world and even though he showed he didn’t care for the human, he would help; however it was even harder to track the fire demon than it was to reach the demi god. Yusuke was the type to explode and possibly make matters worse for the poor boy.

Kurama clenched his eyes shut and gripped onto the bed.

‘He will pay. I will kill him for what he’s done to Kazuma, I swear. I will save you Kazuma, I swear.’ Kurama thinks as a small tear slipped pasted his tightly closed eyes and splashed onto the floor.

'And we'll make that bastarXd bleed for what he did...' growled Yoko.

All Kurama could do was wait for the bastard to contact him, however the problem was Kurama was not given a time or place or by means Karasu would contact him.

The phone rang; Kuwabara’s phone rang.

Kurama’s eyes snapped open, his head jerked towards the phone that sat on Kuwabara’s desk. He reached for the phone and answered it, his breath hitching in his throat as he brought the receiver to his ear. He knew the only way Karasu could have known of Kuwabara’s phone number was if he got it out of Kuwabara him self.

‘I swear….’ Kurama thinks as he shakily answers the phone.

“Hello?”

(End of Chapter 4)

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