Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ No Meaning ❯ No Meaning ( One-Shot )

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NO MEANING
A YuYu Hakusho Challenge Fanfic

Written by Miyu, Vampire Princess


CHALLENGE(S): this one's a doozy...and I'm really pushing it, but here it goes.... Use/combine all five: (1) Weather can affect people in unexpected ways. Spring fever, cuddling together on a snowy evening, getting hot and sweaty on a sunny day...use your imagination! (2) Wrapped Around My Finger - sometimes, we give too much to the one we love - and sometimes they ask too much. What happens when someone knows they have you wrapped around their finger? (3) Use a character's Magic or Power to enhance an experience for someone special. (4) Who says the hero can't love the villain? Pair a hero or heroine with his or her
adversary. Same series or no. (5) Home Movies: have a character find an unknown video, staring another character. Tell us what's on the video. Is it internet worthy?

AUTHOR'S NOTES: My brain hurts from writing this. An "alternate universe" type fic. It was the only way to make all those challenges work together! *cries* And I still think I failed. The muses, however, have spoken. Told from Yusuke's point of view. WARNING for violence, rape content, and language. A Standard Disclaimer appears at the end of the piece.




I hate snow.

Winter was her favorite season, so of course she'd like it. We used play in the snow. Have snowball battles. Make snow angels. Kids stuff really, but I did it anyway.

For her I'd do anything.

Besides, I liked cuddling with her by the fireplace. I liked those silly hot chocolate recipes she came up with, or the meals she'd cook. I liked keeping her warm under the bedcovers at night. I liked loving her.

I loved loving her.

Wrapped around her little finger I was. Me...the hero of humanity...at least at one point in my life. Ah the good old days. The bullying. The fights. The near-death experiences. Saving the world without a single soul knowing it was even in danger. I gave it all up for her. Because she asked so nicely.

And she held out on sex for several months....

God, I miss those days.

I miss her.

It wasn't always easy, backing down from a fight. Especially with her. It had been snowing that afternoon. She walked out the door, huffing and mad. I figured she come back in a few hours. When we'd both had the time to calm down.

An hour passed.

Four hours.

Eight hours.

Twelve hours and two TV dinners. I even went to bed alone.

But she never came home.

I called her family. Her friends. No one had seen her. We even formed a search party. No luck.

A videotape appeared in the mailbox three days later. I thought it was just the Netflix subscription, but the writing on the envelope was simple, and in poor handwriting. I stared at it for hours until I finally sucked it up, opened the envelope, and shoved the thing into my VCR.

What followed was a horrifying experience worse than watching Chapter Black. In fact, the scenes of torture and terror in Chapter Black looked like a fucking comedy compared to this footage.

Humans -- men, women and children -- were being slowly tortured and murdered by demons. Demons that I helped to seal away. Demons that had not attacked the human populace in nearly ten years because of the rules set down by the tournament I created. Monsters laughing happily as they whipped, beat and raped their captives. The screams of women being ripped in half and the vision of sadomized children haunt me from time to time.

But there was one scene in particular that will stick in my goddamn head forever.

She was in the video. Keiko. My beloved. Tied to a stone pillar, her clothing ripped and torn so that most of her pale flesh was exposed. Parts of that smooth skin were marred with black and blue spots. Her eyes were puffy, she'd obviously been crying. Several red lines gave away where the tears had fallen. The gag in her mouth was probably well deserved, but it only added to the terrifying picture before me.

Then he appeared. Someone I once considered a friend. An adversary that would kick my ass if I ever gave him the chance. A demon so strong that he led the horde in a revolt that changed the world.

He smiled at the camera, then turned towards her. Eyes opened, glassed over, even after the first snap of the whip. After several lashes and a trail of tears, he dropped the whip and approached her. Hands grasped firm flesh hard, causing her to whimper loudly. He continued brutally touching her, adding his mouth and tongue to the torture. His demon energy also rose. It was difficult to detect on the videotape, but my trained eyes knew it easily. Tendrils of darkness acted like hands, opening wounds, creating new ones and touching her in those places that made my heart ache.

All the while he kept one hand on her chin, making certain that I could see his face. She tried to fight back, but her spirit had already been broken. Her personality had been beaten away. Blank eyes stared at me as tears continued to fall. She'd cry out in pain whenever he'd touch her between the legs and cry harder whenever one of the dark tendrils would push inside of her.

It was when he shoved the hilt of his sword into her bleeding cunt that I turned the video off. I stepped outside, hoping the cold winter air would cool me off. Screaming did nothing, and smoking was pointless. I did both, however, beating the shit out the porch supports and destroying both the dining room table and the picnic table I purchased over the summer.

It was hours before I could stomach the remaining footage. I even started to cry. How dare he do that to her?! I felt hurt. Beat down. Completely enraged.

Above all, I felt betrayed.

Hiei's message was clear. A challenge. I had not fought in years and he was challenging me. He hurt her and he was challenging me! My anger boiled over as I began gathering what I would require in the demon realm.

If it was a fight he wanted, it was a fight he'd get!

Throngs of the horde fell to my fury. By the time I reached the stronghold, I was covered in blood. My own included. But despite the few broken ribs, sprained wrist and draining spirit energy, I was determined to reach him. To reach her. To kill the son of a bitch and hold the woman I loved in my arms.

And he was waiting for me.

They both were.

"Yusuke!"

My heart stopped when I saw her. Yet I hardly spared her a glance. I couldn't bare to see her mostly naked and brutally beaten. I would have lost my edge. Hearing her voice and knowing she was alive did help me gain some more power, though.

"Are you ready," was all the smaller demon said before lunging in attack.

We fought full out, Hiei and I. Power-wise, he had me schooled. That dragon of the whatever the hell it was packed more of a kick then I remembered. He had a few new tricks as well. We'd all but destroyed the room we were in. Even the nature of demon world was taking a beating. But I got the upper hand. I had him pinned to another stone pillar. I had him right where I wanted him! It was over.

"Yusuke, don't!"

Keiko was crying, struggling with her bonds as smaller demons circled her, protecting what belonged to their master. I hesitated. For a brief instant I looked away from my enemy and laid eyes on the love of my life.

"Don't kill him."

"WHAT?!"

My advantage was gone and the fight began anew. Hiei pounded me with demon energy, and a few good punches. I never did give him enough credit for his sword work either. I was on my knees, ready to kiss his blade when he stopped. All because of her.

"Please, stop! Both of you."

After everything that bastard had done, she didn't want me to kill him. He raped her, brutally assaulted her and sent the whole thing to me on videotape like it was the new Chapter Black! I was pissed! Beyond pissed. Enraged. Possessed.

"Don't kill him. You need him!"

But, no. She begged me not to kill him. Something about past camaraderie and how we needed to work together to save the future.

What future? Hiei hates humans with a passion. That certainly hasn't changed over the years. And Kurama...no one had heard much from him. Which side was he even on?! Kuwabara would have helped...had he still been alive to volunteer. Stupid asshole had to be a damn hero and die for nothing. The others had all but vanished. Scattered among the fighting hordes. Were they dead too?

What could we have possibly done? Besides kill each other, I just don't get it. I don't.

I saw Hiei turn her way. Eyes narrowed, he glared at her. I sensed his energy, and turned to see what he was doing.

Her body twitched, cuts pulling apart and new spots of black and blue appeared where they had not been before. Her teeth cut into her bottom lip, drawing blood. Soon the pain was too much. Even I felt it.

"No, stop!"

She looked at me with sad eyes and tried to smile. "I love you."

It was the last thing she ever said to me.

I stood, ready to take out my anger and sadness out on the little shit that killed her.

But he was gone.

I tried to become a hero after that. I channeled my depression, my pent up hatred and what was left of my heart into fighting the demons that wanted to take over the Human world. It worked...for a while. But there are so few of us. And too many of them.

Tell me what I'm supposed to do, Keiko. This world's gone to hell and...I'm not the man I once was. I'm not some great hero! I'm just a man. A man with no life left in him.

A man with no meaning.

Goddammit! It's snowing again! Fucking snow.

I hate snow.


~FIN~

DISCLAIMER:
Yu Yu Hakusho is the property of Yoshihiro Togashi/Shueisha - Fuji TV - PIERROT and licensed by FUNimation Productions Ltd. They're not mine, you hear me! Don't own them. All characters are used here without permission. Please do not sue. No money is being made from the production of this story, therefore I have no money to give away.