The Classic Crow
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Yuyu Hakusho › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
11
Views:
3,319
Reviews:
30
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Currently Reading:
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The Classic Crow
A Classic Crow
Disclaimer: dont own, never will, although I have a lovely collection of merchandise that I spend more on then food...SO WORTH IT!
'...' thoughts
"..." speaking
WARNING!: there will be more keiko bashing then you can possibly imagine... Well maybe not, but still there will be a lot!
~*#*~March, 28, 1864
A young man sighed as the wind blew his flaming red hair around his face. His emerald green eyes reflected the immense boredom that he felt.
'I am not meant for the country'
He had come from Boston, however because a few events involving burglary and fraud, his mother thought it best he stay in the coutnryside of main for awhile, with his aristocratic Uncle, Aunt, and cousin Keiko. His name was Shuuichi Minamino, but everyone called him Kurama.
"Runnin' wild, lost control, runnin' wild, mighty bowl" he sang softly to himself, "feelin gay, reckless too, carefree mind all the time, never blue"
In Boston he was considered a very beautiful bachelor, but out here in this small town with its fields of wheat and oceanside breezes, he was a demi-god with a really nice butt. At least thats what the old gossips that sit out side the button store say.
He was polite, despite his kleptomaniac habits. Many of the girls of the small town fancied themselves quite infatuated with him.
He however was a bit taken with a certain someone, yes, a certain someone who unfortunatly was rarely seen in the marketplace.
"always goin', dont know where, always showin' I dont care, dont love no body, its not worth while, always goin' runnin wild"
This was a beautiful view, he was on a cliff, with thick shubbery and trees behind him, overlooking a small bay where the water was to shallow to have anything but rowboats.
Because lunch had just ended before he came to this place, no fishermen were there, leaving the water clean for his viewing.
He switched songs to something more fitting to his mood, "A flower for your vanity, a penny for your thougths, about the world's insanity and how we've gotten lost..."
He continued to sing as he turned and made his way back the small wood, greatly enjoying the lush green life around him.
The random lyrics sounding almost like a poem to aid his trek and keep it peaceful, "strike up the band and play its song as we go waltzing by, and fake a smile as we all say goodbye..."
The forest ended, and his path continued on a dirt road, "raise a glass to ignorance, drink a toast to fear, beginning of the end has come, thats why we all are here-"
He stopped abruptly nearly hitting himself for almost passing it.
There, across the white river that flowed to the water, was a red brick aristcratic manor, with green vines growing up sides, surrounded by the thickest forest he had ever seen. He could only see the third floor, for the trees reached too high up for him to see anything lower. But it was a beautiful house, that held a very beautiful owner.
His name was Karasu, Sir Karasu Corvin(1) The redhead had only seen him once, when his uncle threw a welcoming party for his arrival. Karasu had long jet black hair to his knees, in a loose ponytail, piercing violet eyes surrounded by black lashes that curled up similarly to a womans. He was very tall, around 6'4 would be a good guess, with white pocelain skin.
Kurama sighed longingly, he had inquired as the age and status of this gentleman, Karasu was 25 years old, a good 9 years more than Kurama.
He smiled, but the man was single, a very available bachelor.(2)
The mansion that suited only his beauty was reffered to as 'The House of Crow', it earned its name for two reasons, one being that the man who owned it seemed much like a crow himself, and two being that the forest surrounding that place was full of crows nest in the trees.
Ah yes, the house and residence were both shrouded in appealing mystery, very appealing mystery.
Kuram sighed once more, no longer in the mood to sing, but now focusing on a ways to get the notorious crow to notice him.
((Back at Fox Chateau))
{Kurama's POV}
"Honestly Kurama, when you disappear like that without having so much regard as to tell someone where you are going, I- I..GAH!" Aunt Leiko was throwing another fit again. Honestly, she doesnt even like me, I'm only here because Uncle Yasuo was so kind as to allow me to stay out here for the sake of my dead father.
I wish she would get this over with, I was invited to Feline Villa to help Kuwabara pick out a bouquet to give to Lady Yukina. It's not so much that I want to end the lives of beautiful, thriving flowers, but I need to get back out of the house, I'm here five minutes and I'm ready to kill my loud mouth of an aunt. Now I see where Keiko gets it, where did Yasuo's genes go? He is one of the most aggreable men I have ever met.
{End Kurama's POV}
((Later that night in the master bedroom))
"Dear," said Leiko "I think I am going insane with having to watch that boy"
Her husband looked at her innocently, "why is that darling?" The woman marched over to the bed, "do you know where he goes every day he leaves without permission?"
Yasuo continued to look at her blankly, causing her to groan in irritation, "He is always walking by that man's house! I dont approve"
Of course the duke knew to whom his wife wsa reffering and replied, "now darling, sir Karasu is a very honorable as to what I've from him, he has financially aided nearly everyone in this town, including us. As to Kurama walking by his house, I believe you are being a bit paranoid. There is no evidence to even support that there may be a chance that our nephew is that way"
((In Kurama's room in another wing of the house))
Sweat slicked red hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes were closed in ecstasy.
His hands ran between his legs, and Kurama yelped. He was envisioning Karasu, on top of him, touching him, grinding against his hips harder and harder.
The redhead's breaths came out in pants, his heart was racing, "Karasuuuu!" he moaned as he squeezed himself, bucking harder into his hands, "harder, harder" his voice was in a hoarse whisper.
His cock was leaking precum, as he gave him self one last final squeeze. "KARASUUU!!" he screamed cuming on his hands and sheets.
After a few moments of panting he finally regained his breathe, 'fuck' he thought 'I have to see him again'.
~end chapter~
Ok, I need to make the second yes, and I promise, it will have Karasu.
1)Corvin: crowlike, pertaining to a crow or raven
2)um, I made Karasu that much older because I like the big age difference thing :P
BYE LOVES!
Disclaimer: dont own, never will, although I have a lovely collection of merchandise that I spend more on then food...SO WORTH IT!
'...' thoughts
"..." speaking
WARNING!: there will be more keiko bashing then you can possibly imagine... Well maybe not, but still there will be a lot!
~*#*~March, 28, 1864
A young man sighed as the wind blew his flaming red hair around his face. His emerald green eyes reflected the immense boredom that he felt.
'I am not meant for the country'
He had come from Boston, however because a few events involving burglary and fraud, his mother thought it best he stay in the coutnryside of main for awhile, with his aristocratic Uncle, Aunt, and cousin Keiko. His name was Shuuichi Minamino, but everyone called him Kurama.
"Runnin' wild, lost control, runnin' wild, mighty bowl" he sang softly to himself, "feelin gay, reckless too, carefree mind all the time, never blue"
In Boston he was considered a very beautiful bachelor, but out here in this small town with its fields of wheat and oceanside breezes, he was a demi-god with a really nice butt. At least thats what the old gossips that sit out side the button store say.
He was polite, despite his kleptomaniac habits. Many of the girls of the small town fancied themselves quite infatuated with him.
He however was a bit taken with a certain someone, yes, a certain someone who unfortunatly was rarely seen in the marketplace.
"always goin', dont know where, always showin' I dont care, dont love no body, its not worth while, always goin' runnin wild"
This was a beautiful view, he was on a cliff, with thick shubbery and trees behind him, overlooking a small bay where the water was to shallow to have anything but rowboats.
Because lunch had just ended before he came to this place, no fishermen were there, leaving the water clean for his viewing.
He switched songs to something more fitting to his mood, "A flower for your vanity, a penny for your thougths, about the world's insanity and how we've gotten lost..."
He continued to sing as he turned and made his way back the small wood, greatly enjoying the lush green life around him.
The random lyrics sounding almost like a poem to aid his trek and keep it peaceful, "strike up the band and play its song as we go waltzing by, and fake a smile as we all say goodbye..."
The forest ended, and his path continued on a dirt road, "raise a glass to ignorance, drink a toast to fear, beginning of the end has come, thats why we all are here-"
He stopped abruptly nearly hitting himself for almost passing it.
There, across the white river that flowed to the water, was a red brick aristcratic manor, with green vines growing up sides, surrounded by the thickest forest he had ever seen. He could only see the third floor, for the trees reached too high up for him to see anything lower. But it was a beautiful house, that held a very beautiful owner.
His name was Karasu, Sir Karasu Corvin(1) The redhead had only seen him once, when his uncle threw a welcoming party for his arrival. Karasu had long jet black hair to his knees, in a loose ponytail, piercing violet eyes surrounded by black lashes that curled up similarly to a womans. He was very tall, around 6'4 would be a good guess, with white pocelain skin.
Kurama sighed longingly, he had inquired as the age and status of this gentleman, Karasu was 25 years old, a good 9 years more than Kurama.
He smiled, but the man was single, a very available bachelor.(2)
The mansion that suited only his beauty was reffered to as 'The House of Crow', it earned its name for two reasons, one being that the man who owned it seemed much like a crow himself, and two being that the forest surrounding that place was full of crows nest in the trees.
Ah yes, the house and residence were both shrouded in appealing mystery, very appealing mystery.
Kuram sighed once more, no longer in the mood to sing, but now focusing on a ways to get the notorious crow to notice him.
((Back at Fox Chateau))
{Kurama's POV}
"Honestly Kurama, when you disappear like that without having so much regard as to tell someone where you are going, I- I..GAH!" Aunt Leiko was throwing another fit again. Honestly, she doesnt even like me, I'm only here because Uncle Yasuo was so kind as to allow me to stay out here for the sake of my dead father.
I wish she would get this over with, I was invited to Feline Villa to help Kuwabara pick out a bouquet to give to Lady Yukina. It's not so much that I want to end the lives of beautiful, thriving flowers, but I need to get back out of the house, I'm here five minutes and I'm ready to kill my loud mouth of an aunt. Now I see where Keiko gets it, where did Yasuo's genes go? He is one of the most aggreable men I have ever met.
{End Kurama's POV}
((Later that night in the master bedroom))
"Dear," said Leiko "I think I am going insane with having to watch that boy"
Her husband looked at her innocently, "why is that darling?" The woman marched over to the bed, "do you know where he goes every day he leaves without permission?"
Yasuo continued to look at her blankly, causing her to groan in irritation, "He is always walking by that man's house! I dont approve"
Of course the duke knew to whom his wife wsa reffering and replied, "now darling, sir Karasu is a very honorable as to what I've from him, he has financially aided nearly everyone in this town, including us. As to Kurama walking by his house, I believe you are being a bit paranoid. There is no evidence to even support that there may be a chance that our nephew is that way"
((In Kurama's room in another wing of the house))
Sweat slicked red hair stuck to his forehead, his eyes were closed in ecstasy.
His hands ran between his legs, and Kurama yelped. He was envisioning Karasu, on top of him, touching him, grinding against his hips harder and harder.
The redhead's breaths came out in pants, his heart was racing, "Karasuuuu!" he moaned as he squeezed himself, bucking harder into his hands, "harder, harder" his voice was in a hoarse whisper.
His cock was leaking precum, as he gave him self one last final squeeze. "KARASUUU!!" he screamed cuming on his hands and sheets.
After a few moments of panting he finally regained his breathe, 'fuck' he thought 'I have to see him again'.
~end chapter~
Ok, I need to make the second yes, and I promise, it will have Karasu.
1)Corvin: crowlike, pertaining to a crow or raven
2)um, I made Karasu that much older because I like the big age difference thing :P
BYE LOVES!