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Watching Toguro team fight their semi-final match made Kurama terrified. Even though he knew he had to watch them to evaluate their powers and techniques, he regrets coming to watch as he was fearful not only for his own sake but for his team as well.
He already knew of the Younger Toguro’s power, but this was the first time watching the other members’ fighting skills, and for the first time he wasn’t as confident in his powers… that is unless, he would find a way to turn into his former form.
Exiting the crowd section he had to pass by the leering guests and their annoying calls towards him, but he didn’t pay them any mind, too preoccupied with his own thoughts. After a while he noticed the corridor he’s walking in became quiet and empty and a cold feeling passed through his body.
Suddenly appearing before him were the two members from Toguro team, Karasu and Bui.
Standing in front of them Kurama could finally see how they looked close up, and they were both so tall. Bui had himself completely covered with armor, so Kurama could barely see his face. Karasu on the other hand only wore a suit and a mask, and Kurama had to admit to himself… he was pretty hot.
“Don’t worry, we’re not going to do anything.” Karasu said, his voice soft and velvety. Kurama was slightly shocked by how calm he seemed right after a fight and after killing someone.
Bui knocked his fist into the wall, causing it to crack and rumble. Kurama was alerted and immediately looked at the damage, trying to see if they were about to start anything. Seeing as Bui didn’t move Kurama looked back to Karasu only to see he disappeared!
He looked around but suddenly tensed up as he felt a presence behind him and a tingling sensation on his neck.
“Your hair is so beautiful, it’s too bad you don’t take proper care of it. After all, humans are so fragile…” he twisted his long fingers in Kurama’s red hair lightly and playfully.
Kurama felt his breath hitch and his heart skip a beat, what was this feeling…?! No way did that scum made him feel like this…
“You piece of…!” Kurama was about to punch Karasu, but missed him as he jumped back to his original spot next to Bui. He felt flushed, he hoped they didn’t notice, or at least… mistake it for anger.
“Of course, it’s only a joke.” Karasu said, smoothly. And even though Kurama couldn’t see his mouth he could hear his smirk.
“As I’ve seen not only are you cool-headed but belligerent as well. Out of your team you are the one I like the most.”
The flush on Kurama’s face grew redder and his heart started beating harder. How could it be? By the mere mention of being liked by the other, Kurama felt eagerness in him. Eagerness for what, though?
“When I kill something I like, I get depressed. But the I find that to be an indescribable pleasure.”
The eagerness in Kurama grew even stronger at those words.
“I will not be helping you achieve that pleasure, you will see just how belligerent I can be on that stage.”
“Oh? Is that so? How promising. I will be looking forward for our match then.”
With that Karasu started walking away, and after a tense moment Bui followed him as well. After they went out of sight Kurama let himself lean against the wall, filling up with despair. How could he say those words while knowing he can’t back them up? He had to find a way…
But… remembering the moment Karasu was behind him, so close to touching his skin… he felt his neck tingling, and he found himself waiting for the final as well.
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“Bui.” The two were walking out of the stadium, people who were standing in their way scurrying away and making room for them to walk.
Bui didn’t say a word, Karasu took this as him saying ‘go on’.
“I thank you for coming with me. Just as I suspected, he is even more alluring close up.” He stopped walking and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
“And his smell… roses and soft lavender…” Karasu opened his eyes and looked at his open palm, a single red rose petal was there.
“Willing or not, dead or alive… I will make him mine.” He closed his hand into a fist, crushing the petal and leaving a red stain in his palm.
Bui looked at him, his eyes expressionless. In that moment he wished he didn’t take the ‘cool, strong and unspeaking character trope’ unto him, because he really wanted to tell Karasu ‘Jesus just don’t fuck him on stage.’