Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Love Between Brother and Sister ❯ Makai ( Chapter 6 )

Chapter 6: Makai

 

"I must say, I was quite surprised when I sensed that you had returned."

 

"I had some personal business to attend to and was held up."

 

"I told you before, Hiei you are free to do as you wish."

 

"And I told you before, Mukuro, I am content here," Hiei replied with a slightly cold smirk.

 

Mukuro walked up to him with compassionate eyes, "Forget your sister's scorn. You are with me now."

 

Hiei began to relax then. How did she always seem to know what was wrong and how to fix it?

 

So Hiei fell into her accepting and understanding embrace as she shut the door to her room behind him.

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Mukuro woke the next morning to harsh words and a resounding slap.

 

"You should have anticipated that I would want breakfast when I awoke," Hiei coldly told the servant that cowered on the floor in front of him, a bruise already forming on her pale face.

 

"Hiei!" Mukuro cried in anger as she sat up in bed.

 

"Leave my chambers and have a healer check your face," she compassionately ordered the young girl who quickly did as she was asked.

 

When the door shut behind the exiting servant, Mukuro turned on Hiei, "Was that necessary?"

 

"She should know her job," he replied simply as he turned to grap his cloak.

 

"Her job is to do her best to do what we ask," Mukuro scolded, "Not blindly guess our wants. You will treat my servants with more respect, Hiei."

 

The fire demon did not respond as he walked out of the room, prepared to once again take up his position as one of the six captains of the Makai-Ningenkai border patrol.

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Hiei sat on the windowsill in his room, brooding angrily over how things were turning out.

 

He had fought with Mukuro again that afternoon and now she refused to even be in the same room with him.

 

He did not even see what he had done wrong.

 

It had all started when Mukuro came to see him on his patrol.

 

Hiei stood in front of the men he commanded and sneered at their lack of order and respect for their superior.

 

His absence from his position the past two weeks had made them lazy. Even more, they refused to listen to him as he corrected them; choosing instead to talk amongst themselves or sit down and have a drink of water, taking the time he was using to fix them as a break, instead.

 

He finally had it when two soldiers tried to walk off to find something "more entertaining to do than listen to the man who disappears for two weeks talk about duty," or so they had put it.

 

So he attacked them, and once they were beaten to a bloody pulp he held them up in front of the assembly of men that now paid him rapt attention.

 

That was how Mukuro had found him.

 

She had come down on him with righteous anger for treating men that were under her control that way.

 

"I lent them to you to help you with your job," she had scolded, "How dare you treat them this way."

 

"I am getting sick of your words," Hiei had then said unwisely and Mukuro had come down on him with fury.

 

The other captains had been right when they said she was weaker without her hate - their fight had proved it.

 

While Mukuro had left unscathed and Hiei was wounded, it was only a couple minor bruises and cuts that quickly healed.

 

He had returned that evening to find she would not grant him entrance to her chambers, she would not even grant him an audience with her. She merely left a message for him with the guards.

 

"Something is wrong with you. Find out what it is and fix it before I am forced to take actions I would prefer not to."

 

So he had walked to his room - a room he had not been to in over a year - and thought.

 

But two hours later he had yet to find the problem, let a lone a solution; he could only think about that servant from the morning and how his sister always anticipated what he and everyone else might need or want, or the soldiers from the afternoon and how his sister always listened to him - whether he was talking or not.

 

His sister.

 

Even when she had betrayed him as she did - telling him she would accept her brother no matter who he was then turning against him when he revealed the truth - he could think of her as nothing more than a jewel more precious than those she cried, and a jewel that needed his protection.

 

He brought to mind her eyes, eyes the same red as his, but expressive and innocent. Why had she hidden hers from him when he told her he was her brother?

 

He brought to mind her smile, a smile that could make anyone feel welcome. Couldn't she have smiled at him one last time before turning away?

 

He pieced her together in his mind until she stood before him, her form painted on the inside of his eyelids.

 

Her gentle voice, her unmarred skin, her soft hands, her compassion for others.

 

By the time Hiei realized where his thoughts were leading him, his right hand had slipped into his pants and grasped onto his painfully hard erection.

 

He moaned as images and memories of his sister flashed before him.

 

"Yukina," he groaned hoarsely, "Ah!"

 

But it was only when he pictured her there with him, wrapping her soft hands around his aching member, that he finally orgasmed, calling out her name and releasing himself all over his hand, shirt, and pants.

 

He quickly walked to the bathroom after grabbing a clean outfit and took a cold bath, shock over his actions setting in about halfway through.

 

It was not bad, lusting after his sister: inbreeding was quite common in the Makai. If a male were to lose his mate, he might take one of his mate's sisters, his sisters, or even his daughters as a replacement. Plus, it was a common way many higher class demons kept their blood lines pure.

 

The custom had even migrated to the humans when the worlds were connected hundreds of years ago. That was why many rulers would make brides of their family members. That was also why Izanami and Izanagi, the two creator gods of Japan, were wife and husband along with being sister and brother.

 

But while the custom had eventually died among the human race as weak genes surfaced among the purest of bloodlines, it had lived on among his race - a race where there were no weak genes to be found.

 

His lust was not why he was shocked. No, it was the fact that his sister, Yukina, the most pure, innocent, and naïve woman that could exist was the object of it.

 

He, a man whose hands were stained by the blood of many, was lusting after a woman who could not stand to see harm befall even those that hurt her.

 

And worst of all, he had liked it.

 

He had felt passion just thinking about Yukina equal to the passion he felt when he lay with Mukuro.

 

He could only imagine how much more it would be if he were to actually be with her.

 

But as his ardor faded in the cold water, he turned his thoughts from his sister back to his problem and realized that he had found it.

 

He was looking for his sister in everyone around him, but no one could compare. She had set the standards too high.

 

There.

 

Now that he knew what the problem was, he could easily fix it by not comparing those around him to his sister. He would not even think about her.

 

He would resolve his argument with Mukuro and get past this whole thing, whatever it was.

 

"Probably some weird reaction to the fact that she rejected me," he mumbled to himself as he pulled on his shirt.

 

Whatever it may be, he would end it here and now and tomorrow he would once again be on good terms with Mukuro.

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"Yukina!" he shouted as he sat up in bed. He had broken out in a heavy sweat and the sheets on his bed now cunt to him; the tent over his groin revealed the subject matter of his dream.

 

Hiei cursed himself aloud as he caught his breath.

 

This had been the third time he had awoken from a dream about his sister. Who knew how many he had slept through?

 

It seemed as though, now that he knew what his problem was, it pressed harder on his mind - not to mention other areas.

 

Why?

 

Why wouldn't it go away?

 

He dropped his head into his hands and groaned as an image from his last dream popped up in his mind.

 

She lay beneath him, eyes closed and mouth open, gasping for air, basking in the pleasure he was giving her. Their sweat mingled as he leaned down to give her a hungry kiss, pumping into her all the while.

 

No!

 

He would fight this

 

If she did not accept him as her brother, how could she ever accept him as her lover?

 

And he was just fine with Mukuro. They understood each other.

 

But then the image came back and he could not refuse it.

 

Maybe he did not have to. If he kept it all a secret, he would not have to fight off the provocative images of his sister that his mind conjured and he could still stay with Mukuro.

 

And he would have both Yukina and Mukuro that way.

----

Twenty-four hours later found Hiei lying in Mukuro's bed, thinking once again.

 

He had made up with the ex-demon lord and the sex had been amazing.

 

But what Hiei could not tell was whether it was the two of them or the few moments that his mind would momentarily replace Mukuro with his sister that had made it so good.

 

Either way, he was just glad he had not called out his sister's name - that would have been cause for some explaining.

 

If only that was his sole problem.

 

Instead, his mind was plagued with the question: what was missing?

 

What made having sex with Mukuro slightly less pleasing than dreaming about having sex with his sister?

 

There was sex and there was passion. What else was there supposed to be?

 

He thought back over his dreams and over his experience with Mukuro, analyzing each before realizing that there was one other important aspect in both.

 

A connection.

 

With Mukuro there was an understanding and acceptance of one another. They could each find something akin to themselves within the other.

 

But in his dreams with Yukina - his oh so realistic dreams of his sister - there was another connection, a deeper connection. He did not just feel understood, he felt like there was nothing that needed to be understood. He felt complete, whole.

 

That was the difference.

 

Would that connection ever exist for him in real life?

 

Probably not. This was the best he could ever wish for.

 

With that decided, he rolled over into Mukuro's embrace and fell into an uninterrupted sleep.

----

"Yukina."

 

"Yukina, anh, Yukina!" Hiei cried out as he came.

 

His left hand rested against the tree, supporting his entire body as his tensed muscles relaxed.

 

He quickly cleaned up - burying his spilled seed in the ground and washing his hands of his own scent - before continuing his patrol.

 

He did not often allow himself to indulge in his fantasies, but he had today knowing that no one would be around the area, and he was glad that he had. He always felt so much more relaxed after doing so.

 

Now he just needed to work up a heavy sweat to cover up the scent of his indiscretion.

 

So he found the biggest, strongest demon he could, and he fought him; delaying the monster's death quite some time by simply dodging its attacks instead of finishing it off.

 

With the final strike came applause.

 

"I was wondering when you would put him out of his misery," Mukuro said as she stepped from out of the shadows, "But what I am curious to know is why did you pick the fight and why did you play with him? You usually prefer to finish things as quickly as possible."

 

Hiei could barely hide his shock at seeing Mukuro so far away from her fortress.

 

"Hm. I had my suspicions, Hiei, but I expected at least another woman to be my competitor - not your hand and imagination."

 

That threw Hiei for a loop.

 

"Yes, I heard and saw," Mukuro continued, "Although I am surprised. The very sister that refused to accept you as her brother is the very woman that is the object of your obsession."

 

"It is nothing to worry about-" he began but Mukuro cut him off. She was not done talking yet.

 

"If it was nothing to worry about, you would already be over it. I told you before, Hiei, you are free to go."

 

Hiei was torn.

 

Did he stay with Mukuro and try to forget about his sister or did he leave Mukuro and try to woo his sister? Would he stay with the safe route or would he go out on a limb to search for the fullness he found only in his dreams?

 

He sighed in defeat as his decision was made painfully apparent.

 

The look in his eyes as he faced his lover for the past two years was pure agony, but an acceptance of his fate lingered behind the pain.

 

Mukuro sighed a small sigh and nodded her goodbye to Hiei's afterimage.

 

The two would never see each other again.