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Disclaimer: None of these characters are mine. Please don't assume that they are or I'll end up getting sued. They belong to Yoshihiro Togashi, Studio Perroit, and any other person who helped in the creation of this wonderful series. Thank you for giving me my Hiei-san!!
Don't want you back
'Cause your no good for me, I know
That's all I can tell you
Don't want you back
Forgive my honesty
But ya gotta go
I, I don't want you back
-Don't Want You Back, Backstreet Boys
Chapter 2
Hiei awoke to find himself laying on the cold stone floor of an unfurnished room. Where the hell am I? he wondered. They had been attacked, he remembered, and Yomi had showed up in the middle of the battle, right after the kokoryhurra had dissipated. Coward. Hiei had fought the blind youkai for a while, until Yomi's minions had ganged up on him, eventually knocking him out with a blow to the back of his head with the flat of a sword.
Gingerly, Hiei put a hand to the cut on the back of his head, wincing as pain lanced through his skull. He closed his eyes and fought down a wave of nausea. Shit. It was a bad injury. After a few moments, he opened his eyes again and checked himself for other injuries. His right hand, the hand that he used to grip his katana, had a deep slash across the knuckles. That and his head wound were the worst of his injuries.
Sighing, the fire demon tried to sit up, but found that he couldn't move the lower half of his body at all. It was then that he noticed the wards strapped across his waist. K'so. Cautiously, he tried to access his ki to see what kind of wards they were. He didn't get a chance to see, for, as soon as he tried to access his ki, the ward activated, making him aware of nothing but pain. Hiei quickly gave up the attempt, but the pain lingered, dying down a little, but not stopping. At least one of the wards was a powerful demon ward. By trying to access his ki, he had alerted the spell to the fact that he was youkai, thereby activating the ward.
Hiei cursed under his breath. K'so. What do I do now? He knew better than to attempt to remove the wards without access to ki. The fire demon growled, frustrated. He'd just have to wait for Kurama to figure out that he'd been captured by Yomi. He hated the idea that he'd have to be rescued. That sucked. Sighing, he gave up on any and all notions of escape, hoping that Kurama would get there soon. The floor was cold, and he didn't have access to his ki to counteract the cold. And, unfortunately, he couldn't move enough to stay warm. K'so! Growling, Hiei resigned himself to wait for help.
It had been nearly two hours since he'd regained consciousness, and Hiei was freezing. Fire demons and cold did not mix. His body had begun to go numb, and he was becoming exhausted by the effort of just keeping his eyes open. Hiei snarled at himself, forcing his eyes to stay open. I'm not going to give up! But he knew that he was slowly losing the battle. If he fell asleep, he would die of hypothermia. K'so!!
Just as he was drifting off, the door opened. Hiei snapped awake as Kurama, in his youko form, slipped in. "Kurama!" the fire demon hissed. "Help me get these wards off!"
The kitsune smirked at him coldly. "I have a better idea. How about I don't?"
Hiei gaped at his lover in shock. "Wha-what the hell are you talking about, Kurama?!"
Kurama laughed, an evil sound. "Yomi offered me a...proposition. It will make me as powerful as him, and more powerful than Mukuro. When I conquer her, I will rule her territory as Yomi's ally." The kitsune smiled at Hiei coldly. "And as his heir and lover."
Hiei gaped at Kurama in shock. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Kurama laughed at Hiei's horrified expression. "I could never love a runt like you. The Forbidden Child as the lover of me? The Great Fox Thief? Like that would ever happen!" Hiei felt sick. "What are you thinking, that I'm betraying you? I had this in mind all along."
Hiei shook his head weakly. "No..." he whispered. He couldn't believe that everything Kurama had ever said to him was a lie.
"I could never love something as pitiful as you!" The kitsune looked down at him. "But I think I'll keep you around for...amusement..."
Hiei glared at Kurama with a mixture of rage and sorrow. "Why?!"
Kurama laughed. "For the hell of it. Just to see what would happen. I was right. You are weak. You let me trap you." Kurama shook his head. "Or do you mean, why did I 'betray' you?" The kitsune laughed again, mockingly. "Oh, my poor little Forbidden Child. Yomi discovered that you hold a very important secret. Your tear gems are special. When you channel your ki through them, the power is amplified tenfold!" His golden eyes bored into Hiei's ruby ones. "And that power will be mine!" He moved toward the helpless fire demon, brandishing a leaf dagger.
Hiei swung at the kitsune as he got close, but Kurama easily evaded the blow, then jumped onto Hiei, pinning him to the floor. "Bastard!" Hiei screamed in rage. This can't be happening! How could Kurama do this to me?! The kitsune smirked. "This is going to be fun. But first..." He produced what looked like another ward. Hiei's eyes widened as he recognized it. Kurama laughed. "This," he said, indicating the strip of cloth, "is a pain amplifier. It should prove quite...useful."
Hiei struggled fiercely, but he couldn't stop the kitsune from winding the pain amplifier around his neck. "Damn you! Let go!" Hiei yelled.
"Shut up!" Kurama growled, then punched him in the face.
Hiei went limp as pure agony engulfed his already-injured head. His vision darkened. After an eternity that was actually only a few minutes, he came to abruptly as Kurama dumped a bucket of ice-cold water on him. The fire demon gasped, shivering weakly.
Kurama sniffed, unconcerned. "You're even weaker than I thought." He smiled sinisterly. "Now to have some fun with you!" He grew another leaf dagger, moving toward Hiei.
Hiei was too hurt and exhausted to move to defend himself. Kurama straddled the youkai's stomach, running the dagger over Hiei's chest and face, leaving long, shallow-but-painful cuts. Hiei struggled feebly for a few seconds, then gave up, too exhausted to struggle. Besides, it was pointless; he couldn't move enough to put up very much of a fight.
Kurama laughed. "Good! This should be easy then..." The kitsune turned, sitting on Hiei's chest, facing the fire demon's legs. He began to cut off Hiei's pants.
Hiei gasped as he realized the youko's intentions and tried to kick him, but his legs wouldn't obey him. Paralysis ward! Hiei frantically tried to shove the kitsune off of him, but Kurama's weight was overpowering. He thought for a moment, then lifted his head up and bit one of the kitsune's tails as hard as he could.
Kurama yelped in pain and anger, whirling around. Hiei swung at the kitsune with his good hand, but Kurama grabbed it and easily pushed it to the floor. With an enraged snarl, Kurama plunged the dagger through Hiei's palm, pinning his hand to the cold stone floor through one of the cracks between the stones.
Hiei cried out, and fought back tears of agony. No! I can't let him have them! But it was too late. Two tear gems hit the floor with loud pings.
Shaking his head, Kurama stared at them hungrily. "I'll need more than that." He retrieved the dagger and went back to cutting Hiei's pants off.
Yomi greeted his new heir as he walked in. "So, how did it go?"
The figure's hair slowly bled from silver to ebony. "It was...fun. This fire demon can take quite a bit of pain. It was a smart idea to put the pain amplifier on him." The figure stepped forward, revealing a handsome black half-kitsune half-shapeshifter youko whose beauty was marred only by a ragged scar across his face.
Yomi frowned. "Did you get the tear gems?" The figure held up a small pouch, mostly full, and shook it. The blind youkai smiled at the sound of the beads of pure energy. "Good job, Damasuke. Very good job. You will make an excellent heir."
I'm not only doing this for you, Yomi. I want Kurama to suffer! The dark youko smiled. When this is done, I will have no use for you. I alone will rule the Makai, and, eventually, the Ningenkai and Reikai as well. Out loud he said "Thank you, my lord. I live only to serve you."
Yomi held out his hand expectantly. Damasuke stepped foreward and placed the leather pouch in the blind youkai's hand. Yomi frowned. "Give me the rest of them, Damasuke."
The dark youko grinned, pulling a few tear gems from his long black hair. "I knew that I wouldn't be able to fool you. I was just checking to see if you were paying attention. Very attentive, my lord."
"Good," was Yomi's response. Impetuous brat. He doesn't realize that I'm only using him. Yomi thought for a moment and narrowed his blind eyes, a habit still left from his days of sight. Or perhaps he plans to betray me. "But I warn you, Damasuke, those who have tried to cross me have never lived long.
Damasuke's eyes widened. Is he reading my mind?! "I wouldn't dream of it, my lord. My life is yours."
Yomi smiled. "Heed my warning, and do not even consider betraying me!"
He was just guessing, Damasuke thought, relieved. "I would never even have an inkling of doing such a thing to as wonderful a master as you, Lord Yomi! Do not insult me, please!" He smiled. You'll never see through my lies, senile old fool!
Yomi nodded. He doesn't even suspect, the fool "Good. You may leave."
"Lord Yomi?" Damasuke called. "Another thing. The Forbidden Child is developing hypothermia. Unless something is done, he will not survive long enough to complete his purpose."
And we need him to continue to produce tear gems. Yomi sighed disgustedly. "Fine. Give the brat a blanket."
Damasuke bowed. "Yes, my lord." He left the room, heading toward the fire demon's cell. An idea formed in the youko's head, and he grabbed a blanket, entering the cell in his true form.
The fire demon lay helpless on the floor, shivering. As Damasuku entered, he opened his eyes and struggled to move.
Damasuke pretended that he had never seen him before. "Hello."
Hiei snarled at the dark youko. "Who the hell are you?!"
"I'm Damasuke," the youko said softly. "You look cold." He moved forward with the blanket.
"Go away!" Hiei yelled.
Damasuke put the blanket over the shivering youkai. "If you want me to leave now, I will," he said in the most dejected voice he could manage.
"I don't care." Hiei's body was slowly warming up, and he stopped shivering.
Damasuke smiled. "What is your name?" he asked Hiei, still acting as if he had never seen the fire demon before.
"Hiei," the youkai snapped.
"Did Yomi capture you, too?" Damasuke asked, internally smirking.
Hiei glared at the dark youko. "Yes. What does it matter to you?!"
Damasuke did his best to look disheartened. "He captured me too." He glanced at Hiei. "You said that your name was Hiei, didn't you?" The fire demon nodded. "Well, I heard Yomi and Kurama talking. They said that they had some sort of plans for you. Something about them defeating Mukuro with your help."
Hiei closed his eyes. Shit. Mukuro's gonna kill me! He thought for a moment, and growled. If I ever get out of here... "They don't know Mukuro very well if they're going to try to defeat her. She's practically invincible..." He scowled. "She can even withstand my kokoryhurra."
Damasuke blinked and swallowed hard. The kokoryhurra was well-known throughout the Makai as being the deadliest move. And the fire demon in front of him was the only one who had the strenghth to master it. Ever. If this Mukuro can stand up to that move, how are we going to kill her?! Out loud he said "I hope they try to go after her. Maybe they'll be killed."
"Hn." Hiei wasn't so sure. Kurama's watched Mukuro fight before. He groaned mentally. And I told him all about her! He must have told Yomi! Mukuro's REALLY going to kill me! K'so!
Damasuke was silent for a moment. "I'd better go. If anyone catches me talking to you, I'll be killed."
"Whatever," Hiei said indifferently.
"I'll try to speak to you again, but I don't know when that will be." Damasuke left, closing the door and locking it behind him. Half-way down the hall, out of Hiei's hearing range, he laughed. Now, if...no, WHEN Kurama comes, Hiei will trust me and not his own lover! He laughed all the way back to his room.
Okay...please don't kill me! I warned you that it was going to be angst, didn't I? No, Thayet! I'm not writing a lemon scene for this chapter. Oh great. She's going to. *puts face in hands* Hiei-san's gonna kill me! *considers for a moment* He'd kill me anyway...
Damasuke's a bastard, ne? He's playing both sides. Oh, by the way, 'Damasu' means 'deceiver,' and 'ke' means 'furry' or 'touch.' Fits him, ne? *grins* He actually kinda fits Thayet-chan's sadi- *looks at Thayet nervously* er...wonderful nature (she keeps asking me to make him a female. Gee, I wonder why...). Okay...now she's giving me the Look of Death(tm). *smiles innocently* Hello, Thayet-chan! What? I'm just typing this chapter up... *blinks* Um...I'm going to run now. Very fast...EEP!!
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