WHO: Kurama and Urameshi Yusuke.
WHAT: The boys are bored, and what else do they have to do but brawl - which turns into something else entirely...
WHERE: That place that makes logical sense.
WHEN: Today - Day 63.
Kurama sped toward the place Yusuke had designated for their fight - the fight which wouldn't really be a fight at all, if he knew as much as he thought he did. He was riled up, wound tight, and wanted nothing more than blood under his claws and on his tongue. And from the boy's responses, he was just the same way.
A pink tongue darted out to lick hungrily across pale lips. This was just what he needed. His hands dropped to trail long claws over the grips of his heavy revolvers, a thrill of pleasure laced with a predatory hunger shivering through his body.
Oh, yes. Just what he needed. Blood and action and pain. God, he loved shit like this.