Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Akuma no Dorei ❯ Aya ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

AN: I guess I could tell you what the title means hm? And a little more about this story? Let's do that first.

This story is set in the anceint ninja villages of Japan, in a modern-day society. While most modern Japanese care little about the ninjas, there are the evil ones who wish to exploit their powers for profit, and then there are the demons who wish to soothe the avarice and lust that consumes them. Between these two worlds the characters of the shinobi village Hidden Hilt are placed.

Eight young boys and their eight masters will soon have to fight something much larger than the relationships between themselves as the greed of some demons and humans grow larger than their worlds can provide. It becomes disastrous when these demons and humans work together to achieve their goals.

That's the sum of it. There are also the little side relationships that I enjoy writing. Anyway, Akuma no Dorei is some fake Japanese I came up with. It literally translates as Demon's Slave, but I probably messed it up. I really did try to make it sound believable. The names I came up with are stolen from some anime, and some Japanese name websites, and don't actually mean anything. Well... They do... But I didn't really do it on purpose. It would be really cool if I knew a lot of Japanese and could match up names with personalities. You could probably look up the names and find some really cool info on them. (Like how Inori can mean prayer.)

If you're not familiar with Japanese stuff (And I don't blame you if you aren't) I'll be glad to help out with names. I know that might get some people sometimes on how to pronounce names. Just so you know, I did their names in the traditional Japanese way, with surnames first. So if they went to America (which some of them are) the names would be said backwards. Nakaharu Aya to Aya Nakaharu, you see?

Warnings: This story is only going to get worst from here. So if you don't like all that danger, blood and guts, and BDSM, then I strongly suggest you don't read this.

Another warning. I get rather discouraged without reviews. After about five chapters without reviews I quit posting the story. I don't mean to threaten you or anything, just a head's up. Luckily, I truly want this story to thrive and hope you like it!


Aya



Aya was the only child of Nakaharus. A hard-working boy plagued by prejudiced against his hair and eyes, he has come to be honored by the village elders as one with resolve, patience and strength. Only the elders had known about Aya's true birth but had decided against telling anyone outside the elder circle, for fear of a riot.

From the shadows, the demon Leo, the leader of the Lightning demon clan, had had his eyes on Nakaharu Aya. From his half-blood descent to his diligent attitude, Leo had sworn to have the boy to himself eventually, as he had always received what he wanted, especially if it was something or someone special. Now, at this brilliant idea of a competition, he had his chance.

At first, Mikami the demon gave the group of young competitors a satiated smile before looking around and seeing that Honda wasn't there. He went back into the marked off area and dragged Hondo out. The Kouga boy desperately tried to pull himself back. After awhile of watching them pull separate ways, and the red stream of liquid trailing from Hond'a ass, the onlookers watched as Mikami, demonic wings spread high into the air, fly atop Honda and began pounding his face in. A few more minutes passed as the demon beat Honda with what seemed like no effort. His face already bruising, Honda cried out for Mikami to stop.

"Please. I won't disobey you again!" Mikami, fist still raised, paused for a moment before giving Honda one last hit. Then he stood, obviously pleased with himself.

"Now- Ah!" He looked at the shocked young men, some of them having stood in their battle stances. Mikami decided to take care of this matter as quickly as possible, for he didn't want to piss off Leo-sama by making him wait too long. Carefully selecting one of the loser Fuuma boys, Mikami disappeared from their human eyes for a moment and appeared again in front of the awestruck Fuuma. A katana Mikami had raised in one hand swept down and quickly took off the boy's head, the slice so quick one couldn't even hear the sound of the severed skin, bones, and muscle. His friends scuffled away.

Bluntly, Mikami told them, "Everyone calm down. The only ones who are going to die are the ones who were told to go home and didn't." He then proceeded to tell them all about the hidden facts of the tournament, and added that many of the modern humans in the city and the Kurabare village itself had funded and researched for the competition.

Some of those few that were marked to die panicked and ran toward the only exit but from the ceiling came several mutated demons, who promptly began eating them, swallowing their screams, their heads whole. Many demons devoured a single boy at once, tearing him in all different directions, and not yet killing him, so that the others had to suffer through his bloodcurdling cries. The other losers that hadn't ran were soon separated from their friends and flung by Mikami into the feeding frenzy. The bare ground was soon covered in blood, reaching the group on the other side, and all that they could hear was the sound of ripping flesh and screams.

Over the noise, Mikami announced, "Those of you who are not going to die will be chosen by a master shortly! First, I wish for the rest of the Kouga Tsube village to come and line up. Yes, just like so. Except, get on your knees, and put your heads down. Don't bring them up until told or forced to do so.

"Always say yes, sir, no, sir and please don't fight back. Some of these men won't be as nice as I have." He quickly left Honda to receive several ropes and chains. The boys behind the Tsube village were quickly taken away by other demons that weren't feeding. Out of the corner of their eyes they could see those boys tied with the ropes or the chains by masters that weren't mutated like the ones feeding, but not as good looking as Mikami, as one was loathe to admit. It seemed the less mutated the demons were, the better the slaves they got. Mikami had then further separated the villages, and those that had done slightly less better than the Kouga boys had more attractive demon masters than those that had done poorly.

Though his first thoughts was that he wouldn't bow down and spread his legs for any demon, especially a male demon, Aya hoped the guy would be handsome. He worried of it for no particular reason at all, just so he wouldn't have to worry about being eaten or what families and villages would have to mourn for the shredded warriors. Aya couldn't help but cry in his situation, afraid, and he was desperate for a demon that had a face that would make him forget everything. It was a selfish sinful wish he couldn't help hoping for.

"Aya-kun!" Mikami called, way too cheerfully."Stand up. Leo-sama is here for you."

Aya, for all his strength, weakly brought up his face when Leo pulled his chin. And he looked into the blue eyes of the most stunningly beautiful man- demon he had ever seen. It took his breath away, and he suddenly forgot why he was there in the first place or what was happening around him. He raked his eyes over long, shining blonde hair, a powerfully angular face, and broad shoulders. His lips were more shapely than a woman's. On his narrow hips were a whip and a pistol. Across his back two swords were strapped into their sheathes. Aya eyed them all anxiously, and Leo smiled.

"Don't incite my wrath, Aya, and you will never feel the pain of my gun or swords." He said nothing about the whip, and so Aya presumed the worst that Leo was a sadistic bastard with it. "Now, let's leave."

"Wait, please, sir. May I say good-bye to my friends?"

"Why? You'll be seeing them againg, eventually," Mikami said.

"Exactly," Leo agreed,"Only those of the Kaminari demon tribe will have these Kouga boys. Souryuu will be having the Miroku boy." Leo's voice still drawled, almost crooning to Aya, drawing each syllable to roll gently off his tongue like honey.

"Of course, Leo-sama," Mikami said automatically, bowing.

Leo looked at Aya's strained and disconcerted face and said uninterestedly, "Fine, we'll see who picks whom."

As more and more demons appeared, the back of the tent and its ceiling became clearer, showing that the demons had amassed there, their dark auras providing a blackness inpregnable. And some of those demons, remarkably stunning in their own oddly fascinating way, came up to the Kouga boys.

Shin tried to hold in a deep groan when a blue-haired demon by the name of Gonjou grouped him into arousal, but the demon caressed him harder, and a loud, agonized mewl left his throat. He curled into Gonjou's muscular shoulder and wept.

"Mama, Papa, please forgive me."

Aya's strong heart was breaking. His friends, those he vowed to mothers to protect, were now being handled by evil incarnates, and he could only stand and watch. Leo held him by his neck; fortunately his nails were neatly trimmed, his hands a pleasant and warm sensation Aya hated to like. The hand was frustratingly calming, and he cried quietly.

"Oh? Look at his hair, just like in his files," Mikami said. "Wouldn't it be nice if it was that shade all the time? Maybe we could try out that new technique we've heard about."

"The demon blood mixture that can cause humans to become half-bred demons. The scientists made that up. Yes, it will be interesting. Gather the ingredients for everyone here."

"Yes, Leo-sama," and Mikami left Honda once more to fetch the wanted items.

"What does demon blood mixture do?" Honda asked.

Leo gave the boy a terrifying snarl, but Honda stared carelessly at him, waiting for an answer, oblivious that he was talking out of turn. Aya wished the boy wasn't so damn stupid sometimes.

"Boya, you're not supposed to speak to anyone without your master's expressed approval. Now, he shall beat you for going against proper etiquette."

Honda indisputedly understood that, and tears brimmed his eyes. "Please don't tell him. I'll remember next time. I don't want to be beat again."

"What makes you think I care what you want?"

So, while some demons burned the shinobi's clothing and gave the weapons to the varioius guards, so that the traded boys were left with only thier inferior human bodies, Mikami came back and predictably beat Honda for his insubordination, leaving the boy begging again. This time Mikami enjoyed it even more, punishing Honda far longer than necessary, making true the claim that demons were rather sadistic. Many of the demons, after choosing their slaves, beat them mercilessly for no reason at all, but just to break them in and watch the once strong warriors cry and bleed. Aya thanked the gods that Leo seemed to have more tact than that, or whatever it was that was holding him back.

After awhile, Aya was almost glad for his friends. Out of extreme luck, or the great gods blessing, they all received acceptable masters, except Honda, who didn't beat them and were good-looking- Gonjou and Shin, Souryuu (Leo's younger brother) and Miroku, bespectled Lei and Takehito, triple-winged Renji and Ken, Satou and Koga, and a young innocent-looking demon named Toki and Asami. Though they ranged in looks, none of them were outwardly that ugly, though Lei had a third eye above his glasses, Toki's eyes were different colors, Satou's fingernails were as black as his eyes- besides anything like that, they were ultimately fine-looking demons. Leo leaned over to him and said, "I don't have ugly or weak friends, boy; they make me look bad."

Aya was slightly offended, a bit taken aback by how smooth Leo's voice played against his ear. He never thought his round friend Kurabawa ever made him look bad, but he also knew it was in a demon's blood to have such selfish thoughts like that.

"Come boy, we'll make our leave," Leo announced, grabbing Aya's large wrists in his larger hand, and the boy, in one last desperate act, flung himself away onto Takehito, who was standing next to Lei as the demon talked to one of the guards and paid him a large sum of money. Soundlessly, he hung onto his best friend. Takehito in turn burst into fresh tears. They clung to one another until a hard hand chop from Lei sent Takehito going lax in Aya's arms.

"Are you done, boy? Or do I have to use my whip?"

"I'm coming, sir-"

"Leo-sama. That's how you will address me."

"Leo... Leo-sama," Aya whispered, ashamed, having only called his elders in the village by that honorific before. Aya walked foward with disheartened, heavy steps. Leo again grabbed him, his grip brutal and said the spell to make them disappear from his friends for gods know how long. He landed before a modern house, large, and Aya wasn't even sure they were in Japan anymore.

Then he sensed the prescence of mutiple men aroung him, and he dropped his hand to his right thigh, but his pouch of weapons weren't there. Hell, he was still naked. Leo took a sword from his sheathe and gave it to Aya, who was grateful that he had followed his father's request to take kendo lessons, or else the band of rogue ninjas would have been too much for him, even with his superior physique. The rogue ninjas came all at once, without considering that there were two of them and only one of them was fighting. But Aya was extremely angry. Anger fueled him, anger at his new demon master, anger at being powerless to help his friends, and anger at fate for letting this happen. He was an animal, dodging shuriken and daggers with the speed of a leaping cheetah, attacking with a lion's brute force, and slicing with the swiftness of a rattlesnake. Eyes gleaming purple, hair flying red, the rogue ninjas believed they were facing two demons, and were alarmed by the nude fighting lad, throwing their concentration off-kilter.

By the time he was finished, every inch of him was smeared with blood, or a chunk of another's flesh, but he didn't notice. He refused that his first real ninja battle, where someone had died, was to protect a demon. Said demon grabbed him from behind, licking a trial of blood from his shoulder.

"Drink this, Aya," he murmured silkily, bringing a small vial of purple liquid to his lips. "You will permanently stay in a demonic state, plus you might mutate from my blood. Let's hope you'll be just as attractive then."

"N=No, i can't face my friends then. Not like a dmeon."

In a strained voice, Leo said, "I'll be nice to you on your first day and order the others to also feed them the mixture, though I'm sure they will be doing that anyway. Then you'll all be part-demons together. Though, I'm curious why this never bothered you before, when you're clearly already part demon."

"I'm not part demon."

"Oh, what excuse did your mother come up with for your changing hair and eyes? Your body? I know the demon who raped her. And I know you're his child, you look exactly like him."

"My father is not a demon," Aya protested as Leo cupped his exposed testicles and rolled them firmly in his hand. He bit back a moan.

"You mean your step-father?" Leo laughed. "Let me disillusion you and say that there is no way your hair, eyes, or body is some inherited ninja technique or biological abnormality. Your father was a demon."

"Who is my father?" Aya asked, so I can kill him.

"That's something you'll eventually find out on your own, boy. Right now, you better drink my blood, or else I'll become terribly upset. I'm worse than Mikami when I'm upset."

Defeated, Aya drank the oddly sweet liquid, and the power of it took effect immediately, his veins going in flames, blood boiling. He dropped to the grass and writhed, the lawn of the magnificent house soft against his skin. Leo left him and came back to wrap a blanket around his feverish form. The demon lifted and took him inside the house. Aya was surprised not to see the gaudy colors of gems and gold, like he heard of demons, but saw deep earth colors. Vases lining the walls were sophisticated shining browns, pictures of barren and abandoned nature hung on the walls, and the carpets were missing, just the bare wooden floors with a differently styled broom in each room they went into. The ceilings were various shades of green, from dark to nearly yellow-green. The place reminded Aya of practicing in the forest.

Eventually the pain subsided, and he could sense Leo's hidden power, and his sexual appeal. His new sensitive sense of smell could reach the underlying husky scent that Leo gave off, a mixture of pure maleness and ancient blood. His erection was inevitable, bulging against the blanket. He reached under and pushed it between his legs so Leo wouldn't see. He was sure the demon could sense him, but he was desperate not to give in.

"I've had my eye on your for a while, Aya, ever since you won that top of the class award in your village. I'm so pleased with you that I've got a present you don't deserve. I've received a servant, who will be yours to serve as well."

"I don't want-"

"You're testing my patience, Aya!" came a voice kin to scratching nails on a blackboard, it was so hideous, and very nearly made Aya faint as the voice grated his ears and sent a thousand disturbing images into his mind- like scraping nails on a blackboard, and these were bloody nails from small dead hands connected to small dead children. The vision was broken by Leo's regular voice saying, "You better accept my gift."

"I accept it, Leo-sama," Aya said quickly, anything to keep the demon from speaking in his other tone of voice. "I'm... I apologize."

Leo still looked a bit peeved but let the matter rest, and Aya was all the more grateful for it. He rather be punched in the face than have those vivid visions again.

A door opened unprovoked every time Leo stood before it. Several magical doors later, and Leo set Aya down on his feet, giving the shinobi a pat on his disclosed erection when the blanket fell away. Mortified, the boy could only glare at his engorged penis angrily, wishing he could cut it off so that he'll never be aroused by another demon. He heard a rustling sound while staring down there, and it was in front of him, so he looked up only in curiosity, and saw a boy his age, blindfolded, lanky, muscles corded, ankles and wrists chafed from fighting the ropes bonding them to the poles of the bed.

"You son of a bitch! Just wait until my grandfather hears about this! The whole Iga clan will be after you!"

An Iga boy. An Iga boy would be his own little servant. The thought repulsed him, that a rival of his, a wuss that relied on his elderly grandfather except for himself, was probably supposed to be his sexual partner as well as the terrifying Leo. Said demon smiled smugly at him.

The bastard knew.

"I brought you my pet, who you will attend to whenever the need arises," Leo spoke, walking over to the bed. He brought his large pale hand to the Iga boy's stomach, briefly scraping the tips of his fingers over the smooth skin and dips of muscle, and over the small tattoo of a wallflower.

Wait- Aya knew this boy. He was too distraught at the tournament to realize that his own personal rival wasn't there.

Iga Inori, the grandson of his chief elder, cocky, like all Iga boys. He bared his teeth the more Leo touched him, and pulled harder at the unyielding bonds of rope. His hair was now a dark purple and, after the blindfold was removed, eyes a shade of green so dark they were almost black. Gleaming white fangs fell over his bottom lips- Aya had to admit that from the arrogant Japanese boy from before to the part-demon he was now was a great improvement. Hell would freeze over before he admitted it, though.

Inori glared in recognition when he saw him.

"Nakaharu Aya, so pleased to meet you," he said mockingly in greeting. "You're going to be Leo...Leo-sama's new pet then?"

Aya said nothing, but only glared distastefully at the boy, who took it the wrong way.

"I haven't let him fuck me, so don't look at me like that!"

"I wouldn't put it past you."

Inori, more to his shock than Aya's, broke free of his bonds. Actually, they were untied, and Inori jumped Aya with all his strength, their naked bodies battling together before questions could arise about how the bonds came undone. With the Iga boy having the upper hand, he landed quick blows on his face that Aya couldn't counter until he flip them over and returned the hits in turn. But then Inori swiftly kicked him the gut, sending him flying onto the side of the bed. They both stood up and parried each other's attack style, both on the same level as the other, though Aya was a lot bigger, Inori had speed and a technique Aya had never seen before.

"Separate!" Leo called on them suddenly, in his terrifying voice that sent them apart before the word even left their master's mouth. The ropes were folding themselves at Leo's feet as the demon clapped, smiling and pleased about something. "Very good. I'll have nothing but the best around me. It seems both of you have talent to show, with or without your demon elements. Now, come at my feet."

On this they agreed to hesistate, looking at one another, to see who would break first and follow the demon's will. Then Leo took the whip from his hip, and they all but scrambled to his feet, on one knee of respect. Still Leo unraveled the whip, but they stayed unwavering and almost bringing out their chests to show the other he was not afraid. Their minds quickly changed when the whip struck across their shoulders, the pain otherworldy. Aya found him struggling to get up from the floor, and Inori was crying quietly, holding onto his right shoulder.

"When I give you an order, you will follow it immediately. Is that clear?" Leo said in his rich voice, putting the whip away and waiting for the boys to return to their obedient stances.

"Yes, Leo-sama."

Aya spat out blood, and wasn't sure it was his, Inori's, or one of the rougue ninja's. And at that moment, not knowing what the future held in front of him with the hot-blooded Inori, the demon Leo, or even with his more submissive self, he didn't care.