Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Slave ❯ Chapter 3 ( Chapter 3 )

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH.

Warning: Yaoi, mentions of rape. Torture.

 

Note: I'll have you all know that I am a big fan of Hiei. I think he's the greatest thing since the Nintendo. And I do know that Hiei wouldn't get overpowered so easily. But at the moment, Yoko Kurama is at the height of his power, roughly a couple hundred years before his death. And I have no doubt that Kurama is over 300, unlike what the series says. As you've probably noted, Hiei doesn't have his Jagan yet, so he is still very young and I will say rather reckless and inexperienced. So this is early on in the timeline. Let's put Hiei at about 400 years old in the series. He would be around 150 years old in this fic. This, in demon years is still young. Kurama would be around 1000. Almost 10 times Hiei's age! What a cradle robber! But Hiei is not half as powerful as Kurama at the moment, so that's why he was so easily captured and enslaved. I hope that soothes any ruffled feathers over his easy capture. ^_^. Kurama is going to get mean again. So be prepared.

 

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“Are you sure you want him to stay here.” Miho asked, her nose wrinkling in distaste when she saw Hiei. “He couldn't even please you properly.”

 

“Quite sure.” Kurama said from his position on the bed. Miho gave a short bow before she left the room with an armful of soiled blankets.

 

“Crafty little half-breed.” Kurama glared down at the sleeping demon. “You've decided to take her place in my favor, haven't you?”

 

After taking care of his `problem', Kurama had realized abruptly that something was rather off about his new slave. When he'd first seen Hiei, his first impulse was to kill him. Nothing unusual. He often times felt the urge to kill those he met. And Hiei was particularly annoying. Rude, grumpy, and full of pride. Pride that was undeserved. He may have seemed powerful to the lower class demons, but to Kurama, he was nothing. Just a rude, grumpy, short fire demon.

 

“You're not exactly some one I want to present at a dinner party.” He murmured to Hiei, who didn't even twitch. The demon had fallen asleep almost immediately after his orgasm. He better not do that every time or else we're going to have some problems. But why didn't he just kill him? He certainly had enough reason. Certainly not one of my more sane moments. Kurama thought in irritation. Was it the fact the demon presented a challenge to him? After all, he was the Forbidden Child, half-breed spawn of the koorime and fire demons. Definitely a challenge. He'd recognized him the second he'd appeared on the stone steps in front of him. Red eyes, pale skin, and the black shock of hair with the white starburst. That must be it. Kurama decided. He's a challenge. After all, how many people have enslaved the Forbidden Child and turned him into a high-class pleasure slave? Not that Hiei would make it that far. He just wasn't attractive. Even a slave owned by Yoko Kurama wouldn't sell for too much if he wasn't attractive.

 

Then why was Hiei so appealing? The demon wasn't beautiful. Far from it in fact. His eyes were large, his skin was an unattractive pale white, and he was short. Far too short for Kurama's taste. But there was something about him that drew Kurama to him. Kurama frowned. This wasn't the way things should be going. He looked down at the sleeping demon. Hiei did look much prettier asleep. Much less like the grumpy little half breed he was and more like the pleasure slave he was supposed to be. He was also acting like it.

 

Obedient.

 

Not that he's fooled me. Kurama lay back on his side of the bed. Sure, the demon's little act in front of his guests had been good. Kurama was almost convinced that he'd gotten through his thick skull and could begin training him. No, he's just waiting for an opportunity to escape. Don't think I don't know that trick.

 

Kurama sighed and let his eyes close. He was tired just thinking about the months of frustration ahead of him. Of course, I could just kill him and get it over with......Nah.

 

“That's no fun.” With one last glance at the sleeping demon, Kurama relaxed a bit, deciding to get a little sleep before Hiei awoke.

 

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Hiei's eyes snapped open and darted side to side, taking in his surroundings. The room was dark, no candles were lit and no light was coming through the tangle of vines above them. Some was breathing next to him and he quickly identified that person as being Kurama. A sleeping Kurama. He cautiously flexed his arms and legs and found that there was nothing holding him down. No restraints of any kind. Except for the collar around his neck, but that could be taken care of later. Slowly, so as not to wake the kitsune, Hiei rolled out of the bed and landed silently on all fours. Naked. He saw the outfit he'd worn before waiting on the chair, but decided against putting it on. Going naked would be far better than wearing that…thing. He'd look like less of a slut without the clothing.

 

He inched slowly across the room, keeping an eye of Kurama the entire time. The fox's eyes were closed and his breathing was deep and even. Hiei slunk quietly though the curtains and checked one last time on Kurama. Still asleep. Perfect. He let the curtain fall and continued slowly down the hallway.

 

And missed the smirk appearing on Kurama's face and the golden eyes opening to look at the curtain that had just settled.

 

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Kurama listened as the demon snuck out of his bedroom and resisted the urge to snicker. Hiei really needed a lesson in stealth. Perhaps Kurama could give him one after he chased him down and brought him back. And after he punished him, of course. The silver kitsune relaxed again, making a mental note not to sleep to long. After about twenty minutes of dozing, his golden eyes opened and he decided that Hiei had had enough time.

 

I wonder how far he'll get before the collar activates? Kurama mused silently. He's so stubborn he may even make it outside the cave. If he doesn't get lost, that is. Kurama sighed and sat up, letting some of his power trickle out to activate the large network of plants that twisted throughout the cave system. Tell me where the hot-blooded youkai hides. Instantly, the multitude of vines began searching through every room, every corridor. Miho was asleep in her room. A weak demon was slowly being digested outside an entrance where he'd undoubtedly tried to sneak in. Hiei. Kurama breathed slowly, keeping his power low so that Hiei wouldn't detect it. Warm, pine-scented…there! Every plant that Kurama had activated went dormant once again except for those that zeroed in on the small corridor where Hiei was. Kurama frowned in slight confusion. What is he doing over there? Surely he's not that lost. The corner of Kurama's lips quirked up as his plants informed him of Hiei's predicament.

 

“Now this is just too precious.”

 

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Hiei gave another sharp tug then gave another small growl when his hand didn't move. He tugged again. And once again, his hand didn't move. With a frustrated sigh, he rested his head against his forearm. He was quite sure that Kurama would find this extremely amusing. Something cold slid down his arm and he glared at the strange flower that currently held his hand captive. It was drooling on him.

 

“Let go, you fucking stupid plant!” He hissed at it, tugging again. But the dark petals only tightened again and resumed sucking on his fingers. Hiei shifted impatiently. It could be worse. He thought sullenly. It could be melting my hand off instead of just sucking on it. Now, he wasn't quite sure why the flower was sucking on his hand, but he was hoping it might be done with it sometime soon. Kurama probably already knew about his escape. Perhaps he should try a different tactic.

 

“Could you please let go?” he asked as sweetly as he could. The plant actually did loosen up but when he pulled it only tightened up again. Hiei had long since lost his patience.

 

“Listen, you!” he snapped. “You better damn well let go before I rip you to shreds!”

 

“That's not very nice.” Hiei stiffened at the amused voice that echoed through the hallway. He looked over his shoulder at Kurama, who was leaning up against the wall, as casual as you please. Hiei set his best scowl in place and turned his frustrated glare upon the kitsune.

 

“Could you perhaps tell me why you're molesting my plants?” Kurama asked. A silver eyebrow rose. “And you're naked.”

 

“So you noticed.” Hiei retorted.

 

“Hm.” Kurama pushed away from the wall slowly and strode towards Hiei. The fire demon didn't for a second think that he was in danger until a clawed hand gripped the back of his neck.

 

“You've been bad, again.” Kurama breathed into his ear, sending small shivers down Hiei's neck. Needless to say, he wouldn't say no to another session with Kurama. The youko was renowned far and wide as an excellent lover, and being his slave entitled one to almost limitless sex.

 

“You shall have to be punished.” Kurama didn't remove his hand from the back of Hiei's neck and his other hand had slipped down to be placed gently against his thigh. Then he felt a sharp pain and a trickle of something down his leg. He looked down and saw that Kurama's claws had pierced the skin and he was now bleeding. The anticipation that had been building in his stomach froze and was replaced by the sick feeling of fear.

 

“You have every right to be frightened.” Kurama whispered. “What I did to you last night will be heaven compared to what I'm going to do to you now.”

Now there was serious fear. Kurama removed the hand on his neck and Hiei tensed, waiting for the kitsune's next move. What he got was a hard blow to the side of his head, sending him sideways into the hard stone wall. His head cracked painfully against the stone and he stayed there, dazed, and blackness swiftly overtook the edges of his vision. He felt his hand come free of that cursed flower and arms lifting him before everything went black.

 

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“Wake up, pet.” A clawed hand ran down the side of Hiei's face and he twitched.

 

“I said wake up, you little bitch!” Hiei's head whipped the side as Kurama slapped him hard across the face. A heavy pounding made itself known in his temple and he groaned in spite of himself. He shifted his cramped body and his arms refused to move. He could feel cold steel around his wrists and assumed that he was shackled to the wall. He opened his eyes.

 

“Took you long enough.” Kurama was seated in front of him, smiling almost…pleasantly. But there was something off about his smile. Something malicious and cruel.

 

“What?” he asked through a parched throat. His mouth was dry and his stomach clenched in hunger.

 

“I warned you.” Kurama said. “But you decided to run off, anyway. Did you even think you could get that far? That collar does more than suppress what meager power you have.”

 

He climbed to his feet and reached a hand into his hair, pulling out a white rose. Hiei stared at him, perplexed. With a quick flick of his wrist and a surge of youki, the rose turned into a long whip, complete with thorns. Hiei felt a large wave of fear rise in him, almost making him nauseous.

 

“You've been bad, and you need to be punished.” Kurama stepped forward and raised the whip. Hiei tensed his body as Kurama brought the whip down and an intense pain seared across his chest.

 

“FUCK!!!” Hiei yelped and jerked away from the lash, but Kurama brought it down again against his legs.

 

“Don't think this is it.” Kurama smirked at Hiei's hiss of pain. “It's going to get much worse.”

 

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Hiei gave a soft moan and looked about the dark room. His entire body was one massive ache. He had open wounds everywhere, a few where still bleeding, and he hadn't had anything to eat or drink. What hurt the most was his rear. Kurama had certainly given him another session. He'd given him several. Several unimaginably painful ones. At one point, Hiei had begun to enjoy the harsh fucking, but then Kurama had stopped and beaten him until he was just a mass of blood and bruises.

 

That was two days ago. It was almost becoming a pattern. Kurama would come in, beat the shit out of him, remind him of his station, then leave. The problem with that was that he never left long enough for Hiei to get any sleep. He would always return just as the demon was starting to doze off. He was sure that Kurama was taking naps between their sessions, because he never seemed to be tired. Now, Hiei was tired. And hungry. He could barely speak for the lack of moisture in his throat and every movement drained him of the energy that he just didn't have.

 

“How are we feeling, pet?” Kurama appeared in the doorway, looking incredibly smug. In his hands was a tray and on that tray appeared to be food. Hiei's mouth began to water as the delicious aroma reached him. Food. Kurama took a few steps into the room and set the tray down, just out of Hiei's reach. Then he straightened.

 

“I'd feed you, but I don't think you've earned it.” He turned and walked towards the door.

 

“I guess you'll have to feed yourself.” He said with a dismissive wave of his hand as he left.

 

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Hiei was so close to going into a screaming fit. He'd twisted and stretched, trying as hard as he could to reach the tray with his foot so as to pull it closer, but to no avail. He'd tried for hours, his stomach curling up in knots at the smell, but when Kurama came back and Hiei still hadn't gotten the food, the kitsune gave a fake sigh of frustration.

 

“Not hungry?” he said mock-sweetly, and to Hiei's horror he left, taking the tray with him.

 

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“Are you ready to apologize?” Kurama asked as he came in a few days later. Hiei groaned and lifted his head to look at him.

 

“That's…all…you've…been wanting?” he whispered, weakly. Kurama nodded. Hiei took a deep breath and opened his mouth. But nothing came out. Then he took another deep breath.

 

“YOU MOTHER-FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT!!!” He screamed at Kurama, who was a slight taken back at this sudden burst of energy.

 

“JUST KILL ME NOW BECAUSE THERE'S NO WAY I'M GOING TO APOLOGIZE TO A SICK, TWISTED ANIMAL LIKE YOU!!! IF I EVER GET OUT OF HERE, I'M GOING TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE HUNTING YOU DOWN AND THEN I'M CUTTING YOU INTO LITTLE PIECES AND FEEDING YOU TO YOUR OWN DAMN PLANTS!!! YOU FUCKING, INBRED, COCK-SUCKING, BITCH!!!” With that said, blackness once again overtook Hiei's vision and he fainted.

 

Kurama had stood there throughout Hiei's entire little tirade, and when the demon slumped forward, he blinked in shock. No one had ever spoken to him like that before. Not even those who had nothing to lose had dared to speak to him like that. I suppose I should be angry over this. He looked thoughtfully at the unconscious fire demon. He should get angry. He should slit that smooth, white throat and be done with it. But he couldn't do that. Hiei had impressed him. He'd held under every bit of torture that Kurama had thrown at him and when Kurama had offered relief, he'd thrown it back in his face. No one else Kurama had known had ever done that.

 

“Perhaps there's more to you than I originally thought.” He said, and he reached down to release the demon's hands. When Hiei began to fall forward, Kurama caught him and picked him up gently. As a result, blood was smeared all over the front of Kurama's robes and he wrinkled his nose in distaste. But he still carried the demon back to his room and set the demon on the bed. He then went to his private bathing room and drew a hot bath. Satisfied with the steaming water, he retrieved Hiei from his room. He lowered the demon into the water and began gently washing away the blood and grime that had collected from his week of confinement. The clear water turned a dark red and he lifted Hiei out so that he could drain the water. Then he drew a new bath and took out the jar of healing ointment that he put on Hiei for his first set of wounds. He turned the jar upside down and dumped the entire solution into the water. It turned a pale green and Kurama lowered the demon back in. A few vines crept down to wrap around Hiei's shoulders so that he wouldn't slip into the water and drown. He then walked down the hallways until he came to Miho's room.

 

“Miho.” She sat up quickly and her face lit up when she saw him.

 

“Have you need of me, master?” she asked hopefully. Kurama nodded.

 

“I need you to make a large bowl of Fureh broth and have it down to my room as soon as it's done. Understand?” Miho's face fell and she nodded.

 

“Yes, master.” Kurama took his time going back to his room. Hiei needed time to soak, anyway.

 

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“Stupid half-breed.” Miho hissed as she poured the hot water into the bowl. What does Master Kurama see in him? What does he have that I don't? Her brows furrowed in frustration. He's not attractive. He's obviously not very smart; otherwise Kurama wouldn't have to punish him like this. He has no training. He's not graceful. He's not even worthy to look at my master! Much less sleep with him! She was so tempted to poison him. She was Kurama's favorite, not this ugly little fire bitch! She slammed the kettle back onto the table and picked up the bowl, careful not to spill the steaming liquid onto her hands.

 

“I'll think of something.” She muttered.

 

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“Ah. Thank you. You can go back to bed, now.” Miho bowed and left the room, though Kurama could feel her fuming. He shrugged it off. He had more important things to think about. Like the fire demon currently asleep in his bed.

 

“Wake up, pet.” He said, tapping his forehead. He wasn't surprised when Hiei only groaned and didn't open his eyes.

 

“Wake up.” He said again. “I've got food that you actually get to eat.” Hiei's nose wrinkled.

 

“It's not poisoned.” He added. One red eye cracked open to look at him. Kurama held the spoonful of Fureh broth in front of his lips.

 

“It's Fureh broth.” He said. “Your punishment is finished. Now I need you to eat. Then you can sleep.”

Hiei's lips cracked open and Kurama poured the broth in. It was swallowed immediately and Hiei opened his mouth again. So began the slow process of feeding him. Hiei would have eaten faster, but Kurama made sure that it was slow, lest his stomach rebel and send it back up. When the large bowl was empty, Kurama drew the covers up over him.

 

“Sleep.” He ordered. Hiei didn't even bother to protest. He was exhausted. A week of no sleep or nourishment had certainly taken its toll.

TBC.

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Wow. Kurama really is a bastard at the moment. I told you people he was going to be mean. I'm not very good at torture scenes, so I'll leave it your imagination. Kay? ^_^. Anyway, thanks all who reviewed! I kind of view this as my best published work, even though it's not as humorous as my other ones. It's just coming to me so easily and it's turning out nice. I still love my humor fics, though.