Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Hiei's Devotion ❯ Love and Lust ( Chapter 1 )

Hiei's Devotion chapter 1: Love and Lust

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I don't own squat, okay? Now get off my back. -Kohaku

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When I poured the acid, it instantly set each of my nerves on fire. With the first drop, I wanted to stop. It hurt so badly, but this pain was a cleansing pain; it would free me. The pain seared every fiber of me, and flooded my being... Free.

My freedom had never been realized totally, until Hiei, my heir, had broken my shackles, and made me feel the freedom from my mind and past. He, the uncaring diminutive smartass, had brought me a birthday gift, a touching gesture. I rolled this over in my mind as I fell into a light sleep.

"Mukuro," said a deep voice. I hadn't heard Hiei come in while I was dozing. I looked up at him. He was wearing his usual dark clothing, and looked slightly pensive. He had a right to be. The last time he had approached me in one of my moods, he got a hole punched in his stomach.

"What do you want, Hiei?"

"I just came to see how you were today. Today's job failed to yield any humans."

I softened just slightly. I was oddly touched by Hiei's declaration that he had come to see me. No one dared to come see me in one of my moods. I sighed, indicating the corner of my bed, and Hiei obeyed instantly. He sat, careful not to get too close to me - he knew better not to get too near.

"You were thinking about your past again," he said without looking at me. "I wish," he continued, "I wish you'd focus on your future. I just want you to find your way in life that does not involve brooding over the terrible things that you've been through. You won't find any happiness that way." I started. This was Hiei, talking about my happiness? I was knocked right off my rocker.

In an instant, I had slammed him on his back onto my bed. I was livid. I just wanted to kill this annoyance before I saw his eyes. Those deep crimson pools, like blood - though having seen horrors upon horrors - were true and honest. His intentions were as pure as newly fallen snow. I hesitated, and, slowly, my lips found his, despite the fact that I would not be opposed to killing him right then and there. My kiss of death.

He was surprisingly warm. Why did this feel right? He was laying there, accepting what I was doing, just as surprised as I. His unfailing devotion to me shone through the animalistic, cruel nature of our embrace. I savaged his mouth with mine, drawing blood from his soft, willing lips. I pulled back with the blood on my own mouth.

"Is that all, Mukuro?" asked Hiei.

"Go. Just go."

He left me.

When I finally felt like I was in a decent mood, Hiei was gone on a job. I emerged from my chambers, and greeted by my men. Wordlessly, I passed them, and went into Hiei's room. He rarely used it, preferring instead the outdoors. But still, it smelled of him. Pine - he smelled like pine and smoke. A fitting smell for a man who dealt in the art of Makai fire. I sat on the bed, thinking of the owner.

A wild, fleeting thought came into my head. What if I made Hiei my mate instead of my heir? I toyed with the notion for awhile, mentally checking off the pros and cons. Hiei cared about me. He freed me. He... gave me peace of mind for my birthday. Then the cons came rushing in. I was ugly. Why would Hiei look upon my scarred flesh, or touch it in lust? Could he even bear to touch me? Could I even bring myself to... to...? My insecurities washed over me.

I waited until Hiei got back, and summoned him into my chambers. I had tea ready for him.

"I'm glad to see you're in a good mood today, Mukuro," said Hiei. I gave a slight twitch of the mouth to affirm this.

"About the kiss..."

"It's all right." A slight smirk played on his lips. "I was wondering why you didn't sooner." The sheer nerve of him! But... that's what I was attracted to. I stepped over to him, and threw him in the general direction of my bed. That cinched the deal. I would have him for a mate if it killed me.

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I took Mukuro's punishing blows as she coupled violently with me. I laid there, accepting it; I wanted it. I wanted Mukuro to take all her pain and need and put it into me.

I am that devoted to Mukuro - my liege lady. I had come to her with my own subtle feelings for her, and succeeded in getting her to unload her burden onto me. I would take Mukuro's scars for her if I could.

She collapsed onto me after, sweating. I could tell that, while she derived little pleasure from the act, she had successfully released her pent up feelings. Maybe I could take this opportunity to show her what real love was like, unlike the hideous brand of physical love her father had given her.

After I had succeeded in showing her true passion, and she laid asleep in my arms, I truly smiled. My love was asleep in my arms, and at ease. Her darkness had been chased away one more time.

Someday, the scars in my marred beauty's heart would heal, and until then - and even longer after still - I would further show my lady my utter devotion.

To Be continued