Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Coming Clean ❯ Torment ( Chapter 14 )

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Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Fantasy / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 11.25.2004 | Updated On: 06.03.2007 | Pages: 3 | Words: 4.7K | Visits: 927 | Status: Completed

Hiei awoke with a terrible headache. He raised his head slowly, and opened his eyes, expecting the light to cause even more pain. To his surprise, the surroundings were dark. As consciousness brought more awareness, he realized he was hanging by his arms against a cold stone wall. He felt around with his feet, finding the floor well within reach. As he regained a standing position he started looking around.

He was shackled, hand and foot, to a wall in some sort of dungeon. The air was dank, and smelled stale. The dim light provided enough visibility for him to make out a figure hanging on the adjacent wall. 'Kurama,' his mind registered. The kitsune looked to be in similar condition as Hiei had found himself. The hiyoukai's eyes continued to scan the room, and he saw a blue, body shaped bundle on the floor. 'Yukina!' he realized with a start. He did not know the creatures had taken his sister as well. Luckily, no one knew they were siblings, so it was unlikely that they brought her to use as leverage against him. She had probably just been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The youkai began to focus his ki to form a fireball to melt the shackles on his wrists. Nothing happened. Confused, he tried again. He felt that his energy was being blocked. A sudden wave of realization hit him, and he looked up to examine the shackles closer. In the semi-darkness he could just make out the wards on the cuffs. 'Damn,' he thought angrily. 'Someone did their research before imprisoning us here.' A slight moan to his left distracted the sanjiyan from his thoughts.

Kurama stirred, and let out another small moan as he rose to his feet. A quick inspection of the room provided him the same observations Hiei had noted. He looked at the small demon to his right, and smiled weakly. "I wonder what they want with us?" he asked.

"Isn't it obvious? That fool, Intaro, is still after his revenge."

"Well, we'll just have to leave before he gets a chance to pursue it further," Kurama replied, looking up to examine the shackles on his wrists.

"Have any vines that could undo these chains, fox?" Hiei asked.

"I might. There's one I have that could easily rip these chains out of the wall. Let me see if I can..." Kurama suddenly went quiet, a panicked look on his face.

"What is it?" Hiei asked, a chill in his stomach.

"They're gone. All my seeds are gone," Kurama whispered. Usually he kept a stash of seeds in his hair, and when his hands were restrained he could use his ki to identify and grow any of the plants. He was very disturbed to realize that there were no seeds in his hair right now.

"Damn," Hiei cursed.

The two were trying to figure out another option when the door to their cell slammed open, and a tall, cloaked figure walked in. "Hello, my guests," a deep baritone rumbled smoothly from their captor. Both chained demons narrowed their eyes at this new intruder. "Come now, why the scathing looks? Aren't you enjoying my hospitality?" he crooned as he approached Hiei. He extended his arm to touch two fingers lightly against the jaganshi's forehead.

Pain shot through Hiei's head. He bit down on his bottom lip before his exclamation of pain made it's way out. The mysterious captor withdrew his hand and smiled cruelly. "Luckily, little one, I am not interested in child-like victims." Hiei scowled through the haze of pain, and shot a malicious look at the speaker. The cloaked man turned and focused his attention on his other prey.

"Handsome, young men however..." He raised his hand again, and ran it slowly down Kurama's jaw, from his ear to his chin. He grasped Kurama's chin as he stepped even closer. "I like this type of victim," he whispered as he leaned closer. He slammed his lips against Kurama's mouth mercilessly. The fox was unable to pull away. The tormentor forced Kurama's lips open with his tongue, invading the kitsune's mouth rapaciously. He pulled away and roughly shoved Kurama's head back into the wall with the hand still on his chin, dazing the fox.

"Bring him," he directed his henchmen in the doorway. The two low class demons trundled forward and released Kurama's bonds. As the red head slouched towards the floor one of them picked up the limp form and slung it over his shoulder.

As they were about to leave the cell, the leader of the group turned back to Hiei, who was struggling to free himself, to aid his fox. "It's just something to think about." As the door slammed closed the fiend snapped his fingers and Hiei's shackles unclasped. The small youkai threw himself into the door full-force, only to receive a painful shock that numbed his whole body. A taunting voice echoed through the small window set in the door. "Oh yes, the door is warded. So sorry, it must have slipped my mind."

"Kurama!" Hiei cried out in anguish as his numb body sank to the floor.

Kurama awoke to find himself on a stone slab. His head throbbed and he tried to recall how he had gotten to this place. His fuzzy vision began to clear, and a face came into focus directly above him. With a startled jump he recognized the visage of his tormentor leering down at him. He tried to move, but found his arms and legs were tied to the table. His shirt was gone, but his pants were still in place. The man towering over him reached up to touch his face again. With his touch, the memory of the cell, and the forced kiss struck Kurama, and he froze in his struggling, fear gripping him.

"Such a pretty fox," the man said, as he traced his finger down Kurama's neck, onto his bare chest. He walked from the head of the stone table towards the foot, drawing his finger down the exposed flesh, down Kurama's sternum to his navel. He paused when his finger reached the waist of the kitsune's pants, relishing in the shudder that wracked the boy's body. He looked into the eyes of his captive, feasting in the depths of fear he saw there.

Kurama shook with fear. He knew his tormentor was a true sadist and was enjoying every moment of this. He dreaded what was to come. He felt terror beyond comprehension. Horrible anticipation raced through his body like electricity. 'Please, gods, don't let this happen!' he thought, frantically. 'Strike me dead first, I cannot survive THAT!' Unbidden, tears welled in his eyes. The kitsune refused to let them fall. He struggled to retain that shred of his dignity in the face of this situation. The cloaked figure watched his victim's eyes intently as he slipped a single finger slightly under the waistband, only about an inch. He was rewarded with a flash of panic and another, more violent shudder. He smiled evilly.

"Yes, that type of torture is pleasurable...for the torturer, that is. It provides it's own type of...release. But that is not what I seek...yet. There is another release I desire." As he said this, the cloaked figure withdrew his hand from Kurama's abdomen, balled his fist, and drove it downward into the kitsune's lower ribs. Several cracks could be heard, as well as a sharp inhale from the supine victim. The captor leaned close to his prey's ear and whispered, "This provides a much more immediate release, and makes the other torment much sweeter, when the time comes."

This revelation did nothing to calm Kurama, quite the opposite, it multiplied the terror he felt. He still knew what heinous deed loomed in his future; he was just going to suffer severe pain first. It was like the fight with Karasu all over again. No, there was a difference, he realized. Karasu has lusted for Kurama, and wanted to sate that lust by murder. This pervert was not planning on killing the fox right away.

'This sick bastard is going to torture me, and instead of granting me dignity in death, he will take me anyway. He will have his way with me when I am too weak and too injured to fight. Gods, save me,' Kurama's mind screamed. The next blow was far more savage, directly to Kurama's stomach. It was so strong that the bound kitsune felt blood flood his mouth immediately, and began to choke. His captive allowed to remain like this for a moment before he released the fox's left hand from its chain, allowing him to turn into his side and spit out the blood.

In a desperate attempt to retaliate, the kitsune swung his freed left arm in a wide punch backwards at his attacker. The man caught his arm easily, and ran his fingers sensually up the limb to Kurama's shoulder and back down.

"So much fire," the demon whispered as he jerked the arm back with one hand, using the other to raise Kurama back onto his side. As he pulled the captured arm back further behind Kurama's back he heard the popping of tendons and ligaments stretched past their limits in the fox's shoulder. Just before the shoulder became dislocated, he stopped, keeping it in its uncomfortable position. Leaning close, he softly said, "This may smart a bit." With no more warning he thrust Kurama's arm up higher behind his back, causing a tremendous 'pop' as the shoulder was dislocated, and eliciting a cry from the fox. Kurama bit off his cry as quickly as he could. He did not want to give this psychotic pervert the pleasure of hearing him scream.

The torturer leaned down, brushing his cheek against the damaged shoulder and nuzzling his nose into Kurama's neck. When he spoke, his breath puffed gently onto Kurama's neck and ear. "Go ahead and scream, my beautiful fox. I want to hear you. You WILL scream for me." Before he had any time to react, Kurama felt teeth sink into the base of his neck. Before the pain from the bite had receded he felt a strong punch hit his back, right over his kidney. Roughly, hands turned him back onto his back, and a tall figure leapt to the table, straddling his hips. A hand reached up his muscular chest and paused when it reached his pectoral muscle. The other hand came from the left to strike him brutally across the face. The hand moved from his chest to his cheek, to hold his head to the side as the figure looming above him leaned down to his neck and began licking the blood from the bite wound it had previously inflicted there, and sucking on the tender flesh. In a fluid motion, the tormentor swept off Kurama, dragging his claws down the kitsune's cheek, neck and chest, leaving four glistening trails of blood.

The punches continued to land on the body on the stone slab, and still Kurama denied the sadist the pleasure of hearing him cry out. His resolve was weakening, though. The torture was painful enough, but the constant switching between genuine torture and gentle caresses and licks added a strange, unbalancing dimension to the torment. Finally a particularly painful clawing to the thigh brought forth the first real scream from the bound youko.

"Ahh." the cloaked man closed his eyes, almost in ecstasy. "There it is. How lovely. I want more." His eyes flew back open to reveal a lustful fire that increased the kitsune's fear even more. Another clawing across his abdomen caused Kurama to cry out again, and again. It was as if now that the dam had been broken, screams issued forth from him more and more easily, echoing down the cold stone hallways. This continued for what seemed like hours, the torment alternating between sensual and savage, until the fox's confused body could barely accept any more sensation.

During the course of the beating Kurama's limbs were freed, one by one, but damaged so badly as to be no use to him once released. His left shoulder was dislocated, and the arm broken in two places. His right ankle had been broken, and his left knee was shattered. Numerous ribs had been cracked. Three fingers on his right hand were broken, along with his right wrist. He had been coughing up blood for most of the time he had been tormented. Bite marks, claw marks, and hickeys littered his torn skin, on his face, chest, abdomen, back, arms and legs. His pant legs were gone, shredded in the process. All that remained on his clothing was the scraps of his pants covering his waist, hips and groin.

The cloaked figure drew his victim up off the slab, and flung the broken body across the room into the stone wall. Kurama slumped to the ground to land on his back, yet another cry escaping him between his ragged gasps for air. The figure descended upon him, straddling his hips, yet again, leaning down, his face mere inches from his victim's. Driving his claws deeply into Kurama's side, drawing out the loudest, longest scream yet, the demented sadist whispered, "This is true intimacy. This bond; it is like no other."

Quickly one hand came to the kitsune's face, and pinched shut his nose. Cruel lips sealed his mouth with a forceful kiss, cutting off his scream abruptly. Kurama's eyes grew wide as his body struggled for air. Unable to inhale, his mind swam with panic. He tried to squirm, but was unable to break the hold that threatened to suffocate him. Black spots began to swim in his vision. His attacker suddenly pulled away, allowing the semi-conscious youko to gasp, taking in welcome air once more. Exhausted, shaking, and covered in his own blood, Kurama fought to get enough oxygen into his body to recover what small ability to move he still possessed. A series of strikes to his face broke his jaw and cheekbone before he could react. Unable to speak, he felt himself being turned over onto his stomach. His tormentor, still straddling him, leaned down, pressing his body against Kurama's back.

"Such wonderful excitement. Aren't you excited, my pretty fox? I am." Kurama's eyes grew wide again as claws trailed their way down his back, rending his flesh, to pause at his waist band. He felt the sharp nails begin to tear at what remained of his clothing.

'Gods, no, please. Do not make me endure this!' his mind begged. The cloaked torturer was obviously planning on slaking his other need for release now.

Before the sadist could tear Kurama's pants completely off, a demon voice was heard at the door to the chamber. "Sir, there are several intruders coming this way. They have already defeated the perimeter guard. You are needed immediately." The rough hands paused, resting on Kurama's lower back.

"Very well," was the only reply. The figure removed itself from on top of the bleeding kitsune. Lust filled eyes looked into Kurama's. "I suppose you'll keep. We'll continue later." The cloaked figure turned to stalk out of the room, but paused. Turning back to the immobile fox on the floor, he reached out and gently removed the hiruseki necklace, a gift from Hiei, from around his victim's neck.

"Something else for your little friend to consider," the demon whispered as he placed a gentle kiss on Kurama's upturned, bruised cheek, and again rose, and left the room. Kurama lay silently on the ground, shaking, bleeding, and praying for his own death before the pervert could return to finish what he had begun.

Hiei regained his senses gradually. The pins and needles feeling in his body was unbearable. He felt small hands gently touch his shoulder. Slowly, the feeling receded, along with the residual headache he still suffered. Looking up, he saw Yukina leaning over him. Hers were the hands on his shoulder. "Do you feel better, Hiei?" she asked in her soft voice.

"Yes. Thank you," he replied gently. He stood, facing the door. Angrily, he began to gather energy in his palm to send a blast of flames to incinerate his obstacle, but found he could not focus the needed amount of ki. "What the..." he began, puzzled. Realization dawned on him as he looked around more closely. He saw wards carved into the stones of the walls themselves, high around the ceiling of the room. "Damn," he swore. If focusing enough energy for a simple fireball was impossible, summoning the dragon was definitely not an option. Yukina looked at him, a question in her eyes. "I can't use my ki to get us out of here," he answered, before she asked, and gestured at the wards above.

"Oh. That's why healing you took so much longer than I anticipated," she commented softly. Hiei stiffened as it dawned on him that the wards that would bind him would have the same, or similar effect on his sister. He hoped she did not recognize this evidence of their connection. Remembering the situation in which his fox had been taken from the room, he immediately began looking for an alternative escape route.

Suddenly, a brief, but familiar cry echoed down the hallway. Yukina jumped to her feet. "That sounded like..."

"KURAMA!" Hiei yelled out the door to their cell, careful not to touch the wood. Silence answered him. His entire body tense and on edge, he waited for some other sign of what was happening to his beloved fox. He didn't have to wait very long. More screams echoed down the hallway. Yukina covered her ears and sank to the floor, tears welling up in her eyes. Hiei flew into a rage. Knowing that body slamming the door again would only lead to his unconsciousness, he began punching the door violently, ignoring the pain in his fists and arms caused by the wards. The screams continued. Hiei kept bashing the door, until his knuckles were raw and bloody. Yukina looked up, and saw the blood on Hiei's hands, and the effect his attack was not having on the door. She jumped up and grabbed his arms.

"Hiei, please, stop it! You're only hurting yourself!" she cried. Hiei tried to shake her off and continue pounding the door, but she refused to let go. He stopped, looking at her with pain in his eyes. "Let me heal your hands," she said softly, although she knew the pain in his eyes hand nothing to do with physical hurt. Both youkai sank to their knees, helplessness overwhelming them as yet more screams echoed down the hall.

Finally a scream more agonized than the rest wailed through the corridor, then went abruptly silent. Hiei jumped to his feet. The sudden silence, or rather its cause, struck more fear into him than the screams themselves. After a few minutes of this silence, footsteps approached the cell. Hiei poised, ready to slaughter the one foolish enough to open the door. To his disappointment, the door did not open. A familiar, leering face glowered in at them.

"Hiei, I thought you might want this. A remembrance..." Without another word the cloaked figure tossed something to the hiyoukai through the small window, turned and walked away. Hiei caught it deftly, and clutched it in his hand, glowering at the door. He didn't want to look, even though he already knew what he held. If he looked at it, then it would be real. Still, he had to see it, to make sure. Slowly, he turned his gaze downward and opened his hand. In his palm lay a necklace he recognized immediately. It was the very same necklace he had given to Kurama when his fox was in the hospital; given him on the day he admitted his feelings for the youko, and received Kurama's admission in return.

The dark hiruseki seemed lifeless and dull; both it and the cord were covered in blood. The scent made it unmistakable; it was Kurama's blood. Hiei stared at the necklace in his hands for a moment before collapsing to the ground, shaking violently. Yukina approached him soundlessly. She saw what he held, and sank to her knees beside him, raising her hands to her mouth in horror. She turned to comfort her friend, and saw something only a handful of beings had ever witnessed. A single tear escaped from Hiei's eye and trailed down his cheek. To see this strong demon cry was almost more than the ice maiden could bear.

What she saw next took her breath away completely. The tear fell from the hiyoukai's chin, coalescing into a solid stone, so red as to almost be black, before hitting the stone floor with a soft 'ping.' The koorime reached out and picked up the tear gem, staring at it in shock. She turned her gaze to the demon beside her. "Brother," she whispered.

Hiei's haze of pain was parted by a single whispered word: "Brother." He turned slowly towards Yukina. He saw her staring at him strangely, and saw the tear gem in her palm. With a lurch in his stomach he realized what had happened, what she had seen. Now she knew.