Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Lost in Darkness ❯ Broken ( Chapter 1 )

[ P - Pre-Teen ]

**Standard disclaimers apply** Author’s Note: This is the third part...Part One- Stone of Darkness, Part Two- Falling Apart
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It had been six weeks since the split, and Kurama felt as if he were dying. His strength was returning but the progress was so slow that he barely noticed it. He was constantly sick, his stomach unable to hold down most of the food he attempted to eat.
He didn't know what was happening to him, only that something was very wrong. Kurama wasn't sleeping. Often he lay awake in bed staring at the ceiling.
He hadn't seen Youko or Hiei since that day. It seemed that he was truely alone. Before it wouldn't have bothered him. He had spent many long days alone, but now he just couldn't bare it anymore.
Kurama shook his head as the bell rang, startling out of his miserable thoughts. He stared down at his desk. The work sheet was blank. Even his school work was suffering. He just couldn't seem to concentrate.
In a daze he gathered his books and broke for the door, hoping to avoid his 'fans' on his way out of the school. He just wasn't in the mood to deal with them today.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he cleared the school unseen. He took the long way home, cutitng through the woods lining the road. He just wasn't anxious to go home. His mother would be waiting for him. He hated seeing the pain in her eyes. It was hurting her to see him in his weakened condition, and it broke his heart knowing that there was nothing he could do to comfort her. He didn't know what was wrong, and didn't know what to do to make it right again.
Suddenly his instincts were screaming at him in warning. He dropped his books and dove to the side. A large boulder slammed into the tree that had seconds before been behind him.
Kurama whirled to face his attacker, his hand instinctively drawing a rose and snapping it into his rose whip. Four powerful demons, all a higher class than himself, stepped out from the trees, surrounding him.
Things weren't looking good. Kurama was in no condition to fight, and even in full health he wasn't powerful enough to take the demons alone. He clenched his jaw, watching the demons intently.
"You can't win, traitor. Save yourself a lot of pain and give in. Dragoe here likes pain, and you don't want to urge him into action," said the shortest demon, obviously the leading judging from the four horns making his green head.
Horns marked their power levels, increasing with gained power. Kurama's grip tightened on his whip. He would not give in to them!
"What do you want?" he demanded, no sign of his fear and unease in his voice. He didn't sound weak. There was a hint of Youko's coldness in his words.
"You are going to come with is. Our master requests your presence,'" the demon said, baring dozens of sharp teeth.
"Well I refuse. If your master wishes to see me he can come himself," Kurama replied.
"No, you don't get it. You come to him. You have choice. Dragoe, looks like he wants to do it the hard way. Take care of him," the leader said, deferring to his second in command.
The seven foot tall, bulky green demon stepped forward, cracking his knuckles as he grinned at Kurama. Kurama shivered. This was definately bad.
"I like the hard way."
Dragoe raised a hand and a white blur was followed by the forming of a large boulder on his hand.
Kurama sprang to the right as the boulder sailed at his head. A brick hard fist slammed into his side, shattering one of his ribs. Kurama stumbled back, stunned. How had the large demon managed to move so quickly? His speed nearly equaled Hiei’s.
The demon struck at him again. Kurama ignored the pain screaming through his body as he frantically sought to avoid further blows. He lashed out with his rose whip only to have the demon easily evade it.
Kurama called out to the plants around them but the demon was too fast. Kurama couldn’t seem to hit him with anything while nearly everyone of the demon’s crushing blows struck home.
As much as he tried, he was no match for the demon. In what seemed like only seconds he found himself on the ground, unable to move. Kurama struggled to raise up, his arms shaking from his efforts. A brutal kick to his already aching ribs sent him back down with a sharp cry of pain.
“Should have listened,” Dragoe sneered as his large hand curled in Kurama’s hair and jerked him off the ground.
Kurama hung from the hand, his feet off the ground. He couldn’t hold back the scream that came as the fist slammed into his belly.
“Dragoe, we can not kill him,” the leader reminded him.
Dragoe dropped Kurama to the ground and grinned down at him. Kurama closed his eyes, focusing on the surrounding plants. He was so weak.... The painw as knawing at his concentration....
Dragoe screamed as thorn covered vines ripped through him. Kurama couldn’t move, no matter how hard he tried. He guided the plants into action, unable to see exactly what was happening as his face began to swell form the brutal beating he had been dealt.
Another of the demons screamed in agony. Two down....Kurama thought before a stunning kick to his head broke what little concentration he had left.
He felt his stomach heave as the world seemed to spin around him. A hand curled aorund his throat, dragging him up. He forced his eyes open to find the leader glaring at him.
“You will regret killing my brothers!”
The hand tightened, choking off Kurama’s air way. He clawed at the hand with fingers that didn’t seem to want to work. His lungs screamed for air as his eyes drifted shut. His hands fell away from his throat as darkness rushed in on him.
~Hiei....Youko....~ Kurama thought sinking into the darkness.