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She was screaming, really screaming. He was shouting, loudly and angrily. The sound of glass shattering and she screamed even louder if that was even possible. I crawl even deeper under my bed, trying to keep my sobs quiet, trying not to draw his attention to me. Curled up into a ball, I try to think happy thoughts, ignore the sounds of screaming and shouting and think back to before, before he started drinking, before he started shouting and she started screaming, but I couldn't.
Fandoms: 幽☆遊☆白書 | YuYu Hakusho: Ghost Files
21 Jul 2020
Kurama and Yusuke were supposed to be tracking down some demonic criminals - y'know, as they do, working for Koenma and all. Things... didn't exactly go as planned, and so they had to hide. Quickly. And in a small space. A very small space.
And Kurama is pressing Yusuke to the dirt and there is no way for Yusuke to escape before Kurama realises what his close proximity is doing.
(Spoiler: things get sexual)
Yusuke didn’t handle complicated matters well, and thus his need for Kurama’s help who was intrinsically much better at dealing with certain, intricate matters. The night; however, was wearing on, and Yusuke could feel the bloodlust beginning to course through his veins again. Yusuke needed to get out of sight, and he needed to get out now.
Yusuke, growing desperate and running out of ideas, takes off to the one safe haven his befuddled mind can remember. Except, he isn't the only one who's there.
It was easier to think Yusuke was just a fluke, but what were the chances that the person picked to be the next Spirit Detective happened to be the boy that Raizen recognized as his son? Happened to be a boy with a mix of Spirit Energy and Demon Energy? The chances were pretty slim, even Kurama would admit that.
For various reasons, Yusuke keeps winding up crossdressing and Kurama keeps getting sex out of it.
All things considered, he was fortunate not to have been shot through the wall in the corridor and out of the building entirely.
Kurama's sides shook with a few last paroxysms of humour.
Oh, dear. That could have been more tactful.