Don't Let Go
-a work of YYH fan fiction

Part 2
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The darkness reached for him, long, black tendrils twining around his
limbs eagerly even as he strained away.  Shuddering, he tore at the 
smoky strands, his skin crawling at the almost sensual way they crept
over his flesh.  Freed, he stumbled back, wrapping his arms tightly 
around himself.  Large, frightened eyes scanned the surrounding area,
shying away from the darkness watching him oh so hungrily.  The 
desolate landscape did little to lift his spirits.



"Kurama."

He froze, eyes gone wide in horror.  That voice--



"My love, you're finally here."

The darkness coalesced into a figure, a slim form with long, black hair 
and mocking purple eyes, eyes that still haunted his dreams even now.



Kurama whimpered, backing away.  This couldn't be happening.  He was 
dead.  He _had_ to be dead.  He whimpered again as the figure started
moving towards him, eyeing the slim form with horrified fascination.
This had to be a dream.

"No dream, pretty one."  An elegant, long-fingered hand brushed a few 
strands of fiery red hair from his face, lightly tracing the delicate
features.  "This is real.  _I_ am real."

Kurama jerked away from the unwanted caress, shaking his head 
frantically.  

  A desperate note of 
pleading had entered his voice.  

Karasu laughed, the sound echoing off the barren emptiness around
them.  His eyes gleamed, possessive and triumphant, roving over the
redhead's trembling form.  Moving quickly, he grabbed the youth, 
pulling his resisting body tightly against his own.  Ignoring the boy's
struggles, he kissed him, finally laying claim to the fascinating half-
youko that had so captured his fancy.  

"You are mine now, Kurama," he breathed, licking away a salty tear that
had fallen from darkened emeraled eyes.  "You will be mine, forever."



Kurama tried to summon his plants, something, _anything_, to get him
free of his violet-eyed captor.  There was nothing, no response at all.
He was totally helpless, he realized with a sinking feeling, completely 
and utterly at the mercy of the taller youkai.  He could only watch as 
Karasu's face drew ever nearer to his own.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Kurama screamed.

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