Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Diary of a Demon's Slave ❯ Chapter 1

Author's Notes: It was a few years ago when I finished The Worthless Humans, and I promised myself, in due time, I would write a sequel when I felt ready. It just didn't feel right doing it right away. As the thoughts churned in my head, I actually posted small snippets in my private journal for my friend, Raist, to read up on. I have accumulated enough of the snippets and thoughts to have a story to work with.

 

If you have not read the first part of the story, The Worthless Humans, I suggest you do so. Or maybe this one will prompt you to read the other. Either way, here is the first chapter of the sequel. Thanks, once again, all of those who stayed with TWH. It means a lot. :)

 

Description: The slave trade continues in Makai and its demonic cities, as seen through the eyes of a demon slave—sequel to The Worthless Humans.(NC-17) (Rape)

 

Disclaimer: Yu Yu Hakusho was created by Yoshihiro Togashi and NOT ME! All other original characters created by me are copywrite to me and are to remain so.

 

Musical Inspiration: “Bad Romance” - Lady Gaga

“Trial by Fire of Doom” - The Lizard of Odd

“Fallen Leaves” - Billy Talent

“Ever, Ever After” - Carrie Underwood

 

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We never asked for this. In what seemed like a blink of an eye, they came and took away our humanity.

 

They questioned us…

 

They beat us…

 

They took us from our homes…

 

It wasn't perfect, but I want to go home. I want to go home now…

 

By Gwen Johnson

 

Years Earlier in Spirit World

 

“What do you mean he's coming!” Exclaimed young Koenma right into George's ear, his pacifier nearly flying from his mouth. “I thought I already explained to him that my office was off limits to him after his latest incident here!”

 

Right down the hallway, a black foxtail could be seen swishing from side to side as the young demon stormed through the corridor to head to Koenma's office door. His fox ears twitched almost out of irritation, a subtle growl following. The door slamming open, he stood there with his ears pinned back and his sharp, demonic teeth showing. His hair, such a soft blond that it almost looked white, framed the front of his face quite well in a few layers, and his eyes a light green in color glared ahead at the chair Koenma often sat within. “Koenma!” He growled more than yelled.

 

“O-Okuro! What have I told you about coming in here unannounced!” The young ruler exclaimed with a wave of his hand across the desk. “I swear, you're just as bad as your father…,” he mostly mumbled to himself.

 

Okuro cared not for Koenma's babble, even if he could hear every word of it. Trying to act tough, he pounded his fist into his open palm while walking towards the ruler's desk. “Why haven't you sent any recent reports my way? I thought you agreed to send any recent kidnappings or missings on Human World my way!”

 

Koenma slunk down in his chair, scratching the side of his head rather nervously. “Well, you see…there is no point for that anymore, Okuro. I have my best detective working on it, Yusuke Urameshi. He, with your birth father, can handle things just fine.”

 

His eyes narrowing, Okuro looked Koenma hard with a slight grumbling sound in his throat. “There is something you're not telling me.” His bushy, foxtail swayed from side to side.

 

“Look,” Koenma began with a heavy sigh, “your father, Kuronue, asked me not to send anything your way but to his.” He placed his head within his palm knowing that Okuro wouldn't like that one bit. “And quite frankly, I am more frightened of him than you.”

 

“Koenma!” Okuro barked angrily, leaning further over the desk.

 

“After your last mess up, what was I supposed to say!” Koenma said to the angered mix breed. When Okuro managed to give the young ruler some breathing room, he dismissed himself from his seat to walk to the windows behind his chair. “I know you want this all to end in fear of what it may do to others, and your heart is in the right place, but you still have much to learn from your father.” He let the demon think over his words before continuing. “Those demons in Makai won't hesitate to tear you apart if you make any indication that you are going to stop the human trafficking. At the very least, you could learn to use those daggers and swords of yours better if you refuse to use your ability to manipulate plants like Kurama can.”

 

“You know I don't use that damned ability for a reason,” he hissed through his teeth. Having to remember the Makai plants that Kurama used on occasion, he saw in the past of his mother being raped and abused by them. Shaking the thought from his head, he turned his focus back on Koenma.

 

“I understand, but if you want to take back any news relating to the topic, tell Kuronue this…” Koenma paused with a heavy sigh. His eyes closed to collect his thoughts, he reopened them to look out at the dark clouds about the castle. “…The demons are now operating on humans…”

 

Okuro's ears perked up with an added gasp. “What!”

 

“They are making it harder to track trafficked humans by putting in a demon heart in replace of their human heart.” He turned around with his hands behind his back to look up seriously at Okuro. “With a demon heart in their body, overtime, their human scent vanishes as demon blood will pump through their body. And even if we DO find them…we cannot bring them back over to the human world, as they are sadly considered…no longer human.”

 

“How can humans even survive such an operation?” Okuro was in disbelief over what he had just heard. It was one thing to do a heart transplant from demon to demon or human to human, but both hearts pumped differently.

 

“Some sadly don't,” Koenma admitted seriously in his child voice. “And I wish their death on that table would be the end of their torment, but it sadly isn't. If their soul dies in Demon World, I cannot retrieve it. They will be forced to roam the depths of Makai as a lost soul until becoming that of a demon.”

 

Okuro lowered his head somberly, not wishing to think of such a fate for anybody. “Maybe there is something we can do for them.” When Koenma didn't answer, he sighed through his nostrils, knowing it would be almost impossible himself to find a solution. “Alright then, I will go back to father and mother and tell them of this.”

 

Koenma heard the boy's steps lead him out of the young ruler's office. When the door shut, he moaned a bit in worry. “Yusuke, I really hope you know what you're doing out there…”

 

DIARY OF A DEMON'S SLAVE

 

 

The breeze was welcoming that hot and sunny afternoon, as the college students began moving about in the opening to get to their next classes or just get ready to go home. Pushing open the doors from the main college building, Gwenevere made her way outside just in time to get almost bombarded by a bunch of cherry blossoms from a nearby tree. Brushing the pedals from her brown hair, she could hear her cell phone ringing within her purse. Pulling out the red covered phone, she recognized the name instantly and a smile graced her lips.

 

“Jade!” She said out loud in excitement. “Hey, girl! How goes everything?” Knowing she couldn't walk and talk at the same time, Gwenevere stopped for a moment near one of the outside benches to talk to her best friend, who she had known for three years and counting.

 

“Not much,” Jade responded from the other side of the line. “I just finished getting my birds settled for the day. You should have heard them carry on.”

 

As the conversation carried on, Gwenevere didn't notice two male strangers in the distance watching her contently. They appeared to be ordinary young men. One was Asian in appearance, and he looked up at his taller counterpart with a bit of a smirk. He gave a thumbs up to his friend, apparently glad to receive a nod from the taller blond. “What do you think?” The Asian male asked.

 

“The boss will like this one. Just stay here.” Jumping down from the tree he was resting within, the dusty blond haired boy walked casually over towards where Gwenevere was standing. His hands in his pockets, he pretended halfway there that he wasn't looking where he was going, causing him to bump into Gwenevere and make the young girl drop her phone.

 

“Hey!” Gwenevere growled in defense, annoyed that her call had been interrupted. “What's the big idea!”

 

“My apologizes!” He attempted to sweet talk to the young woman, helping her with her phone. “I wasn't watching where I was going.”

 

“Apparently,” she grumbled, taking back her cell phone eagerly, afraid he may try to steal it. Her jungle green eyes glared at the stranger, hoping he would leave her to talk to her friend. “Just watch it next time.” Gwenevere kept her eyes on the young man until leaving the area. “Sorry about that, Jade. Some whacko just bumped right into me.”

 

“Weird,” said Jade's voice over the phone.

 

The Asian male joining his side soon enough, the young blond narrowed his eyes at Gwenevere's back with a bit of a smirk. “I got the homing device in her purse fast enough. They should be able to get her sometime tonight!” He watched as the unsuspecting female made her way to her car to head home within.

 

 

 

 

 

With her spaghetti done, Gwenevere turned off the stove to serve herself some. With it almost nearing seven, she knew it was time to sit down and enjoy some TV with her roommate gone for the evening. She was relieved she had nobody to fight with when it came to the remote. “Thank goodness,” Gwenevere said to herself, propping her feet up on the coffee table. “Just me, the TV, and peace and quiet.”

 

Upon saying so, however, Gwenevere could hear something rustling out on the terrace. Taking a quick bite out of her pasta, she turned her head to the sliding door. “Hello?” Muting the TV, she placed her plate down on the table she previously had her feet upon to head towards the door to the balcony that their apartment had. She watched as the curtains swayed about almost eerily before slowly opening the door. “Hello? Is anyone there?” Her bare feet stepped outside cautiously. Looking about the empty balcony, she felt as though she was being watched. “H-Hello…?”

 

At that moment, a sudden meow came from one of the chairs to show a hidden, orange cat. The creature looking up at Gwenevere innocently, it meowed once more to show it was possibly the reason for the ruckus earlier.

 

Gwenevere sighed with a shake of her head. “Hobbes,” she groaned, picking up the troublemaker. “What am I going to do with you?” Before stepping back inside with her roommate's cat, she checked once more to make sure that nothing else was outside on the terrace. Sliding the door shut and locking it, she held the cat out in front of her to rub noses with the friendly feline. “You silly little kitty. You almost gave me a heart attack!” Placing Hobbes down on the sofa near her, she went back to relaxing in front of the TV for the night.

 

With her dinner done for the night as well as her shows an hour or so later, Gwenevere turned the TV off and got to her feet to stretch out her exhaustion. She knew it was late and time to turn in. Looking at the slumbering cat next to her, she couldn't help but chuckle. “Apparently you even know when it is time to go to bed, don't you, Hobbes?” Picking up the orange striped cat, Gwenevere made her way down the hallway to her bedroom on the right. “I am sure you'll like it with me tonight.”

 

Just as the cat got a whiff of the air, his golden eyes sprung open and each hair stood on end. Hissing wildly, the cat leapt out of Gwenevere's arms and tore down the hall, back to the living room and kitchen area.

 

Gwenevere found the behavior quite odd. She merely shrugged at it, however, as she opened her bedroom door. Nothing was odd about her room that she could tell in the dim lighting of the full moon that night. “Silly cat,” she yawned to herself. “I wonder what has gotten into him.” Before she could think to open her closet, darkness overtook her vision from a bag being pulled over it. Panic stricken, she fought against whoever it was that had her only to feel her arms and legs bound. “What's going on! Let me go!”

 

Three lower class demons had managed to make it inside of Gwenevere's bedroom that night. Two of them had green skin, human like clothing, and black hair. They almost looked like twins. The other had blue skin with white hair. Each one of them almost looked like human lizards. With the two twin-like lizard demons taking care of the human woman, the other looked around the bedroom with a smirk. Finding the woman's purse, he pulled the tracking device out of it.

 

“All too easy,” he smirked, showing the others the device.

 

“Did you get her belongings?” One of the twins asked.

 

Sighing at their eager behavior to leave the Human World, he showed the bag where he had collected some of the female woman's closest items. “Yeah, yeah, they are all here. I guess if you guys want to leave now, we can.”

 

“We have to leave quickly!” Here, they made their way back out to the balcony from the living room, ignoring the hissing and frightened Hobbes, who was hiding in the darkness of the living room. “Who knows when one of Koenma's demon lackeys are going to come and steal this opportunity from us!” Regardless of the woman kicking and screaming to be let go, the demons quickly made haste back from whence they came from—Makai.

 

I don't know what happened after that moment. All I know was I was tired after they dragged me to wherever it was they meant to take me due to my screaming and crying.

 

When the bag was pulled from my head, I found myself in a solitary room. I was shoved to the floor like some worthless mutt.

 

05/2009

 

“She's not perfect, but she will do,” remarked an almost goblin looking demon from the door. He shifted the brown hat upon his long, black hair he tied back in a ponytail. “So where is this one from?”

 

“The southern part of America, Tokukami,” the blue skinned lizard demon responded. “Thanks to our two human spies, they were able to put the tracking device inside of her purse, so we could peruse her.” In different areas of the world, humans of all kinds had been hired to capture young men and women to lure down to Makai for money sake. They often put tracking devices on the targets somewhere by any means, so the demons on the surface could find them and bring them to Demon World.

 

“They could have done better than this,” the demon named Tokukami remarked with a disapproving frown. “Looking at her stomach, you'd think she was about to have a child.”

 

Having her appearance poked at was the least of Gwenevere's troubles, as she looked about the rather small room filled with nothing but hay. “Where…where am I?” She boldly asked, picking herself up gradually with her back against the wall.

 

“So, she speaks now?” The big ears of the goblin moved slightly, as he looked up at the demon beside him. “I think she might be ready for questioning now. Don't you think?” With a simple snap of his fingers, Tokukami sent the demon after Gwenevere once more.

 

Seeing the beast coming towards her, Gwenevere felt like a caged animal. Her heart racing, she pushed her back against the wall even harder. “N-No! Get away from me!” She yelled, ducking under the demon and attempting to run out the door. Just as she was about to make a mad dash out of the iron door, she felt the demon behind her grab her elbow length hair. Screaming in pain, it brought Gwenevere to a quick halt.

 

With Gwenevere back in his grasp, he pushed her harshly back down on the ground with an angry spat. “Stay! You stupid beast!” The low class demon growled.

 

Tokukami felt nothing at the sight before him. He was the owner of the business, and the more humans he had, the better. “Since she doesn't want to go willingly, chain her up and take her to Xelna.” With that said, the goblin like demon turned and left through the door to go about the underground business he was working on.

 

The cold shackle put around her neck, the nameless demon pulled on the cold chain to make Gwenevere move from where she was. Her bare feet hitting the cold iron ground beneath her, she looked nervously around her at the hallway she was within. So many screams, of what seemed like agony, could be heard from every corner of the building she was within. A simple tug on the chain bringing her back to her senses, Gwenevere nearly stumbled forward when the two came to another door, just like all the others. They only difference was it had the word `Questioning' on it in black, faded lettering.

 

“Since you're so talkative, I am sure Xelna would love to hear some facts about you.” Opening the door, he kicked in the frightened woman, causing her to fall forwards and land on her front.

 

Thinking the door was her only way out, she quickly got up to try and escape, only to be too late when it shut right in her face. Her fists banging on the door, she rested her forehead against the entryway with a few, soft sobs. “Why are you doing this to me?” She asked mostly to herself.

 

“Because you could cost us a fortune,” responded a female voice from behind Gwenevere. Seeing the human woman spin around, a grin graced the serpent demon's lips. Her delicate hands overlapped under her chin, she gazed at the human with her narrow, golden eyes. “Humans are a big thing here in Demon World. Some take them as pets, servants, and even sex slaves.”

 

“What are you talking about?” Gwenevere asked frantically, her eyes locked on Xelna's.

 

“Sometimes there are even human auctions,” Xelna continued, as she pushed herself up from where she was sitting to show off her slim, almost perfect womanly figure. “They are usually done by the richest demons, though.” Her long, white hair flowed over her shoulders, as Xelna looked Gwenevere up and down. “Now, why don't you have a seat?”

 

Finding this one to be a bit gentler, Gwenevere hesitantly took her up on the offer. Taking the rusty seat in front of the table Xelna was behind, she watched as the serpent woman sat back down upon her own. “Where am I…?” She asked quietly, nervousness trickling on every word.

 

“You're in Makai, my dear. A world filled with demons,” she answered, shuffling a few papers on her desk. “Now, I am going to ask you quite a few questions about yourself, and you're going to answer each one honestly.” Xelna leaned back in her chair slightly with her legs crossed contently. “So, what is your full name?”

 

“Gwenevere Elaine Johnson—I prefer it when people call me Gwen though. Gwenevere sounds so…Dark Ages,” she answered honestly.

 

“How old are you and when is your birthday?” Xelna continued, jotting down what Gwenevere had just mentioned.

 

“I am 21 years old, and my birthday is February 21st.”

 

“Your weight and height?”

 

Gwenevere was dumbfounded by the amount of questions. She hesitated to answer the current one. “What is with all these questions? What is the point of this?” She asked the demon sitting before her.

 

Hearing such a defensive question, Xelna looked at the young woman through her long, white hair. Removing her pen from the paper she had in front of her, she looked condescendingly down on Gwenevere. “We gather every bit of detail of each slave we bring down here just in case someone is looking for something specific. From your name and age, all the way down to what you did just a few days ago,” she remarked almost coldly. “Now, once more—,” here she grabbed the chain and pulled on it harshly to cause Gwenevere's face to meet with the desk. “—What is your weight and height?”

 

Flinching from the pain, she let out a brief cry of dismay. “I am 5'5, and I don't know how much I weigh! I never bother to check that often!” She yelled, covering her head with her arms.

 

Snorting irritably at the defiant human, she grabbed the chain to pull Gwenevere from where she was sitting. “Come this way then, and take off your clothes.”

 

Not wishing to have a hand raised to her or have the chain yanked again, Gwenevere did as she was asked. Standing there naked, she couldn't help but want to cover herself back up with her arms. The demon catching her reaction, she was forced to remove her arms and keep them at her sides when pulled onto a scale to be weighed.

 

“You're just below 125 pounds,” Xelna announced, writing it down on her pad. “You could afford to lose some weight.” Here, she pointed at Gwenevere's stomach before removing her from the scale. “I am sure we can get that fixed up somewhere with you being here.”

 

The questioning went on for days. It didn't just end that day. They would drag me out of that horrible hay they considered `bed' at probably 4 in the morning just to get more answers out of me. They got every detail about me, in the end of the third day. The woman who did the questioning wasn't joking when she said they would get every bit about me. They even forced me to indulge personal information about myself involving my sex life.

 

When the questioning was done, they put a cover over my head and moved me to another portion of the building.

 

05/2009

 

“Where are you taking me?” Gwenevere asked in a stuttering tone under the black sheet they had over her head.

 

The chain about the shackle on her neck was tugged to get her to stop talking. The demon with blond hair, though human almost in appearance minus double horns upon his head, growled at the woman. “If you don't watch that mouth of yours, you'll wind up in quite a bit of trouble. Now come on!” Here, he pulled the chain once more before stopping after a few more paces. Pulling the cover from Gwenevere's head, he let her take in her current surroundings.

 

The room had many different cages, each one filled with more than one human. They all looked like cramped animals to Gwenevere. Each one looked rather dirty and exhausted. Her eyes approaching the cage in front of her, she shook her head at the iron wiring that would keep her locked in. The demon's hand meeting with her back, Gwenevere fell upon the hay flooring. With her wrists bound together, she couldn't move quickly enough to try and escape. All she could do was look over her shoulder to witness as the demon closed and locked her within her new confinement.

 

Her fingers gripped the chains tightly, as she watched the demon walk away to leave her in her new space. Taking in a shaky breath, Gwenevere lowered her head to hide the tears that threatened to stream down her face. “It is all just a dream,” she mumbled to herself, prying herself from the fence enclosure. “All I have to do is lie down, go to sleep, and when I wake back up, I'll be back at my apartment. Yeah, that's it.” Convincing herself of such a thing regardless of the days she had been there, Gwenevere curled up on the hay beneath her to catch a bit more sleep.