Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Black Sunrise ❯ Help Me ( Chapter 11 )

Disclaimer- I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, if I did I would possibly be the happiest person in the world.

 

Sorry about that last chapter, just come up with something to fill it in. I haven't been in a lemon mood lately and my sex scenes aren't that good anyway. So deal with it, okay? I'm going to write the next chapter now.

 

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Was waking up ever this painful? Was it suppose to be? He was pretty sure it wasn't suppose to hurt this much. His head throbbed painfully, sending a new wave of pain through his body with each pulse of his heart. He couldn't even find enough moisture in his throat to let out a weak groan. His head turned to the side so the left side of his face was hidden behind his pale arm; letting a tear leak out of the corner of his eye, warm and wet. He pulled his arms in a weak attempt to get his wrists free from being bound above his head to the bed's headboard. It failed and sent a stinging pain through his arms, the skin being rubbed raw from his struggling the night before.

 

Sun leaked into the room through the parted dark blue curtains, spilling onto his half naked form. Yoma had the decency to grace Hiei with his own black jeans discarded from the night before. It was a bit of reassurance, a very small bit that let Hiei feel some dignity. The sun was warm as it spilled over his chest, the heat drawn to the dark covers of the bed. His father must have cleaned him up while he was sleeping; he should be thankful but he wasn't going to be thankful of his father for anything. He opened his eyes partially to look at the clock; the red letters read `2:30 PM'.

 

He'd been missing since around that time the day before. Were his friends looking for him yet?

 

The answer came suddenly as the silence was disturbed by the familiar jingle of the bar's front door opening. He turned his head to look at the doorway then winced at the agony that surged through his head at the sudden movement. He bit on his lip to keep from whining out like some pathetic beaten dog. He listened as a set of footsteps moved through the bar but didn't make a sound for fear it might be his father. If Yoma had come back he didn't want to call out. He didn't want his father to know the pain he'd caused again…and the desperation he felt for his friend's to find him. All he could think, though he'd never confess was, Help me.

 

The first set of footfalls were soon followed by two others, there was a mutter of voices from beyond the closed bedroom door then the foot falls sped up. Two people ran down the back hallway while one stayed behind to look around the bar Hiei guessed. Doors were opened and things were knocked over, there were curses until finally the bedroom door of his own roomed opened. Hiei looked at the door through half lidded eyes, the headache making him start to feel nauseous as well as the gut wrenching feeling it could just be his father with friends…trying to make it seem as though Kurama and the others had come after him.

 

Two brown eyes peered into the room, looking around before they landed on Hiei. There was a relieved sigh and the door was pushed open the rest of the way as the figure made it's way over to the bed.

 

It was Yusuke.

 

He jogged over to kneel beside the bed and immediately start unbinding Hiei's wrists. Hiei closed his eyes as he realized it was Yusuke and the teenager posed no actual threat; forgetting about why he'd been mad at the black haired boy the day before and just relaxing in the feel that he wouldn't have to stay here waiting for his father like waiting for the horror of nightmares. Deep down in his stomach he felt pathetic and weak at needing Yusuke's help. At needing to be saved by anyone, that he couldn't handle this on his own. But that feeling would remain buried for a while as the leather was peeled away from his raw and bleeding skin and he was pushed up to a sitting position.

 

“Hiei, Hiei are you alright?” Yusuke asked as he supported the red-eyed teenager. Hiei tried to swallow, to wet his throat so he could talk, but there was nothing there. He managed a week nod, his shoulders hunching and his head down with his eyes closed.

 

“I'm…” Hiei's throat scratched making his voice raspy and barely there. He reached up to touch his throat but Yusuke caught his hand as Kuwabara and Kurama came rushing into the room. Great…he had an audience now.

 

“Don't worry about it. We have to get you to my place,” Yusuke said and put Hiei's arms around his shoulders. Kurama rushed over and took Hiei's other arm around his shoulder to help Yusuke support the weakened teen. Pain shot through Hiei's legs as he was lifted up from the bed making him sink his teeth deep into his lower lip to keep from crying out. His wrists and head ached but everything below his waist groaned in protest of being moved, screaming at his friends, at him, to be put back on the bed and not moved.

 

Kuwabara held the door open as Yusuke and Kurama started walking out then rushed ahead of the two to open the bar door. Hiei could hear them move, hear them talk, but his head hung low and his eyes remained closed. He was too tired to look at them, but if nothing else he was ashamed to. Ashamed to need them this way, to have to be helped. For the first time in years he felt pathetic and weak and…useless; and he hated it.

 

With a pain he wouldn't let on Hiei limped despite his friend's help. His legs groaned and threatened to collapse under him with each step but he wouldn't let them. He refused to let his friend's know how much his father had done and to what degree. Yusuke and Kurama both helped him along carefully but quickly, knowing that Hiei needed to get back to the apartment for first-aid and some checks.

 

“Don't you guys think we should take him to the hospital?” Kuwabara said as he walked up beside the guys. They seemed to have it under control so he didn't try to help where he would only get in the way.

 

“The hospital? We can't take him to a fucking hospital, we can't handle those bills and how would we explain this?” Yusuke said.

 

“Just tell them the truth! Things like this happen all the time and maybe we could even get that guy behind bars and away from Hiei for good,” Kuwabara said in an annoyed tone.

 

“No Kuwabara,” Kurama told him, getting a bit weary from the effort, “Hiei's only sixteen so he'll be put in an orphanage and could be put in another family away from here,” Kurama said. There were deeper reasoning as to why Hiei didn't like orphanages that only Kurama and Hiei knew but he wasn't going to tell them that.

 

Hiei, struggling to keep his consciousness, could still hear every word that was being passed between the three. He wouldn't say it out loud, be he was thankful to Kurama for now mentioning the orphanage thing. When Hiei was younger his father and mother would argue often about him and Yukina. She wanted to send them both away to an orphanage to get them away from their father but he wouldn't have it. Hiei wanted to get away from his dad, away from their house, and he wanted Yukina to come to. But that night Yoma had scared him to death with stories about foster parents. Hiei was only three or four and his father told him things that made Yoma seem like a saint. But then again…Hiei was too young to understand exactly what his father was doing at that time.

 

“We'll take him back to my place and get him bandaged up there. We'll worry about Yoma later, handle it in our own way,” Yusuke said.

 

Sticking to back routes, side streets, and cutting through old junk yards they managed to get to Yusuke's place without many people seeing to ask questions. Kuwabara rushed forward to pull open the door and held it open as Kurama and Yusuke walked inside. Yusuke kicked open the bedroom door and walked inside, setting Hiei down on the bed. More tenderness throbbed through his lower body as Hiei lied back on the bed, his arms at his sides and his legs stretched out without any kind of strain. Kurama went to the bathroom and came back with a bowl of water, clothes, and wrappings.

 

“Yusuke, Kuwabara, could you go to my house to get Hiei's things?” he said as he put Hiei's wrist in the warm water making Hiei's eyes close tightly in a wince.

 

“Sure,” Yusuke replied.

 

“No problem,” Kuwabara followed suit. Soon the two teenage boys were out the door and Hiei was being tended to by Kurama. He let his head lull off to the side slightly as the gentle teenager's hands washed away the blood from the raw skin of his wrists and hands. He felt the soft terry-cloth move all the way up to just under his elbows as Kurama washed away the blood and cleaned the gashes with antiseptics. Soon Kurama was drying the skin of his arms and wrapping it with fresh white gauze.

 

Kurama gently and expertly wrapped the gauze around each of Hiei's five fingers then around his knuckles, hand, and wrist then firmly wrapped it all the way up to his elbow without covering the joint itself. He softly lifted each finger as he wrapped it and tied the gauze securely at the top to keep it from sliding down. Hiei weakly flexed his fingers and found the gauze didn't slip or fall away with his movements.

 

“How's that?” Kurama asked as he stood up to go change the water so he could wash the next arm.

 

“Good,” he replied groggily and let his arm rest back on the bed. He hated himself for seeming so weak, and for being so feeble. He listened as Kurama walked out of the room only to return to clean and wrap Hiei's other arm. The soreness in Hiei's legs increased to a throbbing amount and his head ache continued to send him through a excruciating amount of pain with each pulse. He tried to let his body relax as Kurama followed the previous suit of wrapping up his other arm and found himself drifting to sleep in the red-head's almost erythematic movements.

 

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Well there you go! Another chapter. I've been in a really Hiei mood now I just need to let myself slip into a more `yaoi' one. Another update coming soon.

 

ShadowJaganshi—Is this like a serious mental thing or is that like my chapters are so good I've sent you into seizures? o.O