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Why Kurama and Karasu Are Perfect For Each Other -> Karasu's Opinion On Their Relationship

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Ah, yes. It's true . Kurama and I would make the perfect couple. I'm beautiful, he's beautiful. I love him, he loves me (even if he's not ready to admit it... yet). I like to fight, his dark side likes to fight. We both have lovely singing voices -even if I never appeared on any of the albums. Personally, I think they're just jealous because Kurama likes me better.

What? You don't agree? Of course he loves me! He wouldn't have tried so hard to kill me, otherwise. You want proof? Well, how about when I grabbed him from behind after the semi-finals? He was postively trembling with delight as I stroked his hair. His love and lust for me was evident everytime he spoke. Did you know he came to the semi-finals just to watch me fight? How sweet of him, don't you agree?

Or when he took on his Youko aspect just for me, knowing how much I admired Youko Kurama. That was incredibly thoughtful of him. And to me, proof enough that he loves me. Undoubtedly, had we not been under the gaze of millions of youkai, he would have stripped right there and- well, you know. That's how much he loves me.

I thought the love between us was very obvious during the fight. The way he flung himself at me, how his eyes lit up everytime he landed a blow. It was really very romantic. I'm surprised so many people didn't notice. He fought me with his heart in his eyes.. whispered curses of endearment to me as we battled. It was much better than dinner and a movie, believe me you.

Even Bui agreed that we were perfect for each. His stunning, pale, red-haired beauty to my darkly handsome looks. His power derived from life, my power derived from death. We're exact opposites, and everyone knows opposites attract, ne? Yusuke has that weak human girl, Keiko, Toguro has Genkai, and me.. I have Kurama. My sweet, beautiful, soon-to-be-dead kitsune. A pity I wasn't able to kill him during our fight, but oh well, there's always tomorrow.

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