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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 (to torture...)!!
Chapter 4
Hiei pulled the blanket closer, trying to stay warm. Can I trust Damasuke? Or is he just a spy? He sighed. There was no point in trusting the youko. Besides, kitsunes were well known as double-crossers. Kurama had proven that...
Kurama was right. Hiei had become weak, too trusting. And everyone that he had ever trusted had betrayed him. He had stopped trusting Yuusuke and Kuwabara after they began to harass him about Kurama. That had hurt more than he had let on; he had thought that they were his friends. Now he could no longer trust the one person to whom he had given his heart. Kurama, how could you betray me?! I trusted you!
The fire demon shifted slightly, then winced as pain shot through his small body. Kurama had always been gentle in their lovemaking; this time he'd been anything but, brutally raping him, and laughing cruelly the entire time. Hiei shuddered and closed his eyes at the horrible memory.
His right ankle throbbed painfully. Kurama had yanked off his boots without care and his ankle was either broken or badly sprained. The fire demon lifted his head and looked at the foot. It was swollen and bruised.
He flinched as the cell door clicked and swung open. Kurama sauntered in. His eyes narrowed dangerously. "Where did you get that blanket?!" Hiei refused to answer. Kurama smiled evily. "No matter. The floor is a bit cold for my tastes anyway." He snatched the blanket away from the fire demon. Hiei gasped as the freezing air touched his damp skin. Kurama spread the blanket on the floor, then grabbed Hiei by the hair and flung him down on it.
The back of Hiei's head cracked against the stone floor. Pain shot through his skull and something wet trickled down the back of his neck. The fire demon's vision spotted, and he concentrated on breathing until he could see again. When he looked up, he saw Kurama re-entering the room with a bucket of water.
The kitsune frowned with what only could have been disappointment. "Damn! Oh, well...I'll probably end up needing it later anyway..." He grinned and set the bucket down. "Now then. How shall we start?" He snapped his long fingers, leering at Hiei. "I know!" He straddled Hiei's waist and grew a leaf dagger, leering suggestively at the trapped fire demon the entire time. Hiei lashed out with his hands desperately, not caring that they were injured. Kurama restrained him easily and chuckled. "Now, now. We can't have that."
Thorned rose vines snaked from around the kitsune's head, making him look like a grotesque, yet, somehow, beautiful rendition of Medusa. The vines plunged through the blanket into the stone floor and twined around the fire demon's wrists and arms, biting into Hiei's skin and restraining his small hands to the floor near his head. "Kisama!" the youkai hissed, trying to glare his captor down. "I'll kill you!"
Kurama grinned, unintimidated. "You'll never get to try that! You're going to stay here until you die!" He leaned close to Hiei's face. The fire demon recoiled. "And I guarantee that will be a loong time! All we have to do is give you enough food and water so you won't starve, and keep you from getting hypothermia, and you'll live for a couple more centuries!" The kitsune laughed evily. "Now to have some fun with you!"
The fire demon struggled against his bonds as Kurama leaned even closer. The youko kissed Hiei savagely, forcing his mouth open. Hiei gasped at the unwanted intrusion and bit him angrily.
Kurama yelped in pain. "How dare you!!" The kitsune belted him across the face. Hiei winced, then spit in the youko's face. The golden eyes narrowed dangerously as one pale, long-fingered hand rose to the beautiful kitsune's face and wiped away the saliva. "You'll pay for that!" He plunged the dagger into Hiei's hand. Hiei bit his lip, stiffling a cry of pain. Kurama twisted the dagger. The fire demon screamed involuntarily. The youko smiled evily. "I hope you've learned your lesson!" He leaned down again and kissed Hiei again, making sure that the little youkai was in too much pain to put up a fight.
How could you?! I trusted you! I loved you!! Tear gems fell to the blanket. No! More fell against his will.
Finally, Kurama pulled away. "Hmph! I'll need more tear gems than that!" Hiei shuddered as the kitsune pulled the dagger from the his hand and ran it over his cheek, creating long cuts. Hiei struggled weakly, glaring daggers at the kitsune. Kurama leered at him sickeningly and the vines tightened painfully, pushing deep into his flesh. Hiei gasped and stopped struggling. "Now, what shall I with to you, my little Forbidden Child?" Hiei glared at his use of 'little.' The youko only smiled. He ran the dagger across Hiei's forehead, clearly pondering on how he could torture the little youkai further. "I know!" He ran the dagger over the sensitive skin around the fire demon's Jagan.
Hiei screamed and shuddered. His vision went black. He came to underwater and gasped, inadvertantly bringing water into his lungs. He struggled weakly. Kurama pulled the fire demon's head from the bucket of water. "Weakling! You're no match for me, Forbidden Child!" Hiei coughed up water, not even bothering to try to struggle. Kurama laughed evily and threw him back to the blanket, willing the vines to restrain the still-gasping fire demon to the floor again, this time face down. "Now, let's try a little experiment." Hiei whimpered involuntarily, knowing with horrible certainty what was coming next. "We're going to see how many more tear gems we can get from you before you pass out..."
Damasuke walked to Yomi's chamber. The Forbidden Child had eventually lost consciousness, but not before he had given them quite a few more tear gems. Taking pity on his captive playmate, Damasuke had left a bucket of fresh water and a few fruits in the room. The youko smiled evily. Of course, not too close to him. The fire demon would have to drag himself over to a corner of the cell in order to reach them, not to mention get out of the thorny restraints that held him to the floor. Snickering to himself, Damasuke knocked on Yomi's door.
"Enter," came the muffled reply from the other side of the door.
The youko opened the door. "Don't mind if I do." He held up the pouch full of tear gems and shook it. "Here's some more tear gems for you. Even more than last time."
The six-eared demon turned toward Damasuke. "Good." He took the pouch. "Please assemble the troops."
"But we don't have enough power yet!" Damasuke protested, whining slightly.
"We aren't going to attack, fool!" Yomi yelled. "We are being attacked!"
"Oh..." Damasuke mumbled. "Your wish is my command, Lord Yomi!" He saluted the blind, three-horned youkai and left quickly to summon the troops. We were not prepared for this! Stupid! Everyone in Jigoku knows that the Forbidden Child is Mukuro's heir! And we didn't prepare! He frowned. And I bet dimes to dollars Kurama and his friends will be with them! This is definitely not good! Damasuke stopped suddenly, remembering something that made him smile. But Hiei won't trust him. The youko laughed sinisterly. This should be interesting. Very interesting. But I had better take some precautions...just in case...
Damasuke assembled the demon army and gave them orders, threatening a very painful period of torture and years of slowly dying to anyone who deserted. Exactly what Yomi did when he talked to the troops. Then he dismissed them to their posts.
I'll join them in just a moment. He shifted to look like Kurama and entered the cell. The fire demon had not regained consciousness yet. Damasuke grinned, pulling the blanket out from under Hiei, exposing him to the freezing floor. Hiei began to shiver. Damasuke easily tore the blanket to shreds, then threw the small cloth rags into a corner opposite that of the food. He then quickly boobytrapped the door. After thinking a moment, he also decided to boobytrap the rest of the doors in the hall, figuring that it would slow Kurama and his friends down.
He then changed to a body more fit for fighting, having to go through his regular body first, and joined the troops. They knew it was him and avoided him, for fear of making him angry.
They did not wait very long for Mukuro's forces. The youkai warriors soon tore through the brush; Mukuro, Kurama, and the ningens called Yuusuke and Kuwabara on the front line. Damasuke smiled. This should be an interesting battle...
Okay...So what Damasuke wouldn't know anything about ningen money?! How often do you get to use a cliche like 'dimes to dollars'?! Not very often, I'll tell you! Anyhoo...When Damasuke whined about the power thing...well...for those of you who watch Ronin Warriors...think Sekhmet. *snickers*
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