Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Sacrifice ❯ Hell ( Chapter 3 )

AN: Hey y'all. It's 10:03pm on Monday, and I've just survived one of countless battles in this dysfunctional nest of degeneracy. My mother truly is insane. Not that I'm not; I do feel emotions as strongly as her, but at least I make a vague sort of selfish teenage sense to her blatant lies. Wow. That was pretty personal. Hope I didn't gross you out. On with the fic!!!

 

 

 

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Chapter Three- Hell

 

*****Karasu's***POV*****

 

He is shivering in my gentle grasp. It's fascinating to watch the many stages of terror in a powerful, intelligent creature like Kurama. To be the one at the top of the hole looking down as your victim plunges painfully into an abyss of hopelessness.

We have entered the Eastern area of Makai, one of the most unkempt and wild regions. The creatures in this place are the very meaning of nightmare. As we walk through the overgrown forest under the dying sun, I gaze at him. He has his head down, his hair covering spruce eyes full of fear and agony. He moves tensely, as if he is fighting an inner battle of honor and hatred. I would chain him, but I know my pet won't run.

 

“ Stop.” I order firmly, and he does. “ Stand up strait so that I can see you.”

 

As dusk falls he raises his face dutifully, looking into my eyes as if they truly were windows of the soul. My entire body wracks with a spasm of primal excitement as I stroke his tear stained cheek.

I have been aroused before, but this…Kurama, Beloved, you shall be mine, alive, miserable, for a very long time. He shudders when I kiss a trail under his lids down to his chin. I am not sure how orthodox it is, since truthfully my first was the one he dealt me in the center of the ring. Well…the first one I didn't have to fight for, anyway. I am about to move my mouth lower when I seethe two amethyst puncture wounds made by the Fire Child.

Now I am angry. I don't know why I didn't expect them…I saw them forged after all, but the Kitsune is now my own torture and possess. Immediately his hand comes up to cover them, and his shoulders hunch as he whispers.

 

“ Not there. Please, not there.”

 

I smirk coldly and dig my fingernails into his arm so that it bleeds. My member throbs at the sight of his blood; it takes everything I have not to jump him where he stands. Looking around, I see that we are in a clearing of moss and pine. The spines and soft vegetation reflect blue in the fast-coming starlight, creating a somber atmosphere to accompany the chorus of evil about us.

 

“ Tell me, Kurama,” I say as I slowly undo the few remaining buttons of his crème tunic. “ Was it to Hiei that you lost your human innocence?”

 

The question stabs into his heart like a dagger of cruelty; I can see it in the way he winces. The strength he has will never cease to amaze and challenge me, for even now he still manages to gaze back at me soberly.

 

“ Y-yes.” He whispers, unable to keep his intoxicating voice even. His shirt is gone now, as is mine; two half-naked Mournful in the midst of sorrow.

 

“ I would like to know…how it happened.” I respond, emphasizing every word so that it hurts him wonderfully.

 

When he stays silent I slap him hard across the face, leaving a red mark on peach flesh. “ Answer me, Itooshi.” I demand, and he starts to shake again.

 

“ I was f-fourteen. In human years. Hiei h-had been my friend for some time then. It…It was raining. A…. a s-summer shower that would help my plants. He found me among m-my grove of cypress trees and asked me if we could g-go inside to get dry. I pointed out to him that my canopy kept the water from falling. Eventually I…I told him that I l-loved him and then he kissed me and then we…”

 

As he trails off I tisk him scornfully and yank out the belt that holds up his jeans.

 

“ Oh, come on now, you were doing fine. You created a setting and set up the mood…don't cut me off with cheap rambling when it's about to get good. “

 

He is desperate now. I notice as I relieve him of his surprisingly modest cotton underwear that he is hard. Perhaps from reliving the memory…or maybe because I'm stroking the tip with one thin fingernail.

“ I…I do-ahh! D-don't remember!” he sobs.

 

My face goes stony. With an idle thought I blow up the sapling behind us so that splinters erupt from all sides. Fluidly I turn him around and press him stomach-first against the stronger trunk of a redwood tree.

 

“ Don't lie to me.” I hiss as I play with a strand of rose colored hair. “ Who was on top?”

 

“ I w-was. At first.”

 

“ How long did it take?”

 

“ Not long.”

 

My smirk is triumphant. Kura, pet, you're answering my questions. Perhaps you're ultimate death will be a merciful one. As I kneed his thighs slowly, tempting his body where his mind won't surrender, I breathe into his ear.

 

“ And what was your favorite part, Young Virgin?”

 

I am patient as he strives to get control of his weeping. I'll know if he's lying. And he knows that I'll know if he's lying. So when he speaks in tones not much above a despairing mumble, I am confident of his truthfulness.

 

“ F-figure it out.”

 

I smile. “ Do not move, Kurama. This will only take a moment.”

 

Letting go of his shoulders, I calmly divest myself of the rest of my clothing. Then, without warning or preparation, I seize his wrists in a bruising grip and shove my way inside him. The scream he lets out almost pushes me over the edge, but I manage to keep myself together. As I quickly and roughly move against the tight, friction-filled space, I cover his mouth to stop his yells.

 

“ Shhhh, Kurama. This is fun for you, remember? Relax…give yourself up to the pain like you did that day. Your masochistic streak believes it to be pleasure, after all.”

 

His entire body quivers with agony, and yet when I reach in front of him I feel that his penis is like iron. My own is covered in his blood, but still manages to drive deep until it reaches his inner spot of euphoria.

 

“ There…you see? It feels good, whether you want it to or not. No go on. Scream like you did that time in the rain. Scream to your Firefly knowing that he cannot hear you. SCREAM KURAMA!!!”

 

I let go of his mouth, allowing him to let loose an explosive sound of grief and anguish.

 

“ INARI forgive me for my hatred….Onegi…forgive me…”

 

He collapses, and I with him. The forest floor is covered in our mingled passion. My pet has gone unconscious. I separate from him easily, his passage slick with semen and a crimson fluid I long to lick away. But I am too exhausted. It is all I can do to re-dress and carry him the rest of the way to my lair.

Beautiful rose. I have yet to mangle you sufficiently.

 

*********Kurama's***POV*******

 

The fog of wakefullness is an unwelcome intruder after the carefree black of sleep. Grief devours me. Yoko scolds me. And my body burns. Was I really once beautiful and strong? Did not the bards used to weave tales of my prowess?

 

“ Yoko…de-feated, they cry.” I whisper, and then allow the spazmatic muscles of my abdomen to clench in another painful sob.

 

Inari…give me the blessed amnesia such traumas usually sire…for if I remember my Firefly's face…the bond…the ordeal in the forest, I fear my courage shall break. My fox god pays me no heed. And why would he? What shame must I be to his race? A lecher parasite…so desperate to live as to taint his demon blood with human flesh…mutilated, shamed, pride shattered out of weakness.

I am not a ningen.

I am not a kitsune.

I am simply doomed.

This engulfing darkness coupled with all the consciousness and physical ruin unsettles me, and so I open my eyes.

Stone. Windowless. Grey. Stifling. It is no less than a dungeon. I expect to see chains, or torture devices…or all those other things I imagine Karasu revels in.

What is here is much eerier. I lie, naked, on a simple but comfortable bed of purple satin. Upon closer inspection I see that the walls are not plain, but intricately carved with disturbing, angular depictions of carnage. Above a template of a fox demon kneeling at a shadow's blood-soaked feet, a simple phrase blazes in deep, scorched Makian.

 

“ Kurama's Submission.”

 

For some reason these two simple words cause the bile to rise up in my throat. I cannot stop its flow, and soon the cold rock floor is covered in my thin vomit. My entire form wracks with a weight of potent fright and revulsion.

How did it ever come to this? What did I do to deserve this fate?

 

/ Simple, Shuichi.” Snarls Yoko, / You cared./

 

He is right. I did. I do. But Gods help me…I'm so afraid. I just want the pleasantness again…I…I miss my human mother, and Hiei, my two pillars of compassion. My lower half feels as if it has been torn out and burnt over the Darkness Flame. At the thought of my love's dragon, his ki-laced bonding wounds throb, and I am filled with an inexplicable courage.

 

“ Just remember who you truly belong to!”

 

Though his words were said in anger, my expression as I recall them is a smile. It doesn't matter what Karasu does to me. It doesn't matter how many oaths I've made. Because I truly am the Firechild's. I was and always will be. I will die at the hands of a thief and a murderer, nameless, bloodless, without any semblance of pride…because I am Hiei's stolen treasure, sacrificed to protect that which I cherish.

What did he think in rage…a…martyr? Yes. I am a martyr. And this martyr will take what comes with a silent, flawless grace.

 

/ An easier pact to make than achieve./ Yoko growls, /You disgust me./

 

As if on cue to my newly forged resolve, the thick oak door opens, allowing a lithe, raggedly-dressed F-class female to step in.

 

“ M-master Crow wishes you to join him for dinner. He would like for you to wear just these, and told me to instruct you to stand up strait as you walk through his castle.”

 

I glare at this pathetic servant girl, whose yoki is so low I can't even sense her power's characteristics. I move with the intent of getting nimble to my feet, but can only manage a sluggish shuffle.

 

“ Master Crow has warded you, New Prey.” The F-class points out. “ He does it to all of us.”

 

I take a few deep breaths before I attempt to move again, this time much more slowly. I realize with a sinking cold feeling that my power is locked deep within me…I am little more than mortal.

 

“ Really?” I ask her despondently, growling in pain and mortification as she tethers my wrists with a pair of thick, silver handcuffs so that they bend tightly behind my back. “ And…h-how does he manage that?”

 

The female glances down at my soiled thighs and bruised shoulders. My stomach twists in disgust as I see he hasn't even had the courtesy to bathe me after his jealous escapade in the woods.

 

“ For you…it is the worst.” She says forebodingly. “ For you are a love slave. If you are adored…then you are tainted from the inside. The…the word is in his seed, mingled with yours, trapping you, keeping you under his control.”

 

*sploosh* Another of my tears fall. Bleakly I think of suicide…wondering if there is some way to justify it in my mind, twist it to make it honorable…

There's not.

Silently I follow her through a narrow corridor, my head held high, my heart turned ash. Perpetually.

 

 

My feet fall noisily on the cold slate of the dark fortress, and my cheeks burn in humiliation at my exposure. There are only a few Yokai around me, some strung up and more delirious than I, but all can see my nakedness and injuries.

It is not a long walk to the small dining hall. I nearly vomit again as I realize that what I took for red paint on the floor upon entry is actually something else. Rushes tinted crimson line the ground, and the dank area is lit only with two large oil dishes. A single, cherry wood table rests in the center, harboring a shmorgesboard of Makain meats and fruits that I am too upset to recognize. My stomach growls in protest to my mind as I make my face impassive, and take a seat at the foot of the table.

I loathe my “ Master's” order to “ sit up strait” because it forces me to look into his eyes.

Damn those eyes. If they weren't so violet…

But what does it matter? He has already proven that I have no control of my body. Still…the former Yoko Kurama will not submit so easily. This preliminary fog of depression and weakness has lifted, leaving only a hard shell and a devoured heart. Predictably, my captor doesn't notice my transformation.

However, when he stands and takes the seat beside me, I turn my face away. Heh. He thought he broke me. Not yet, Psycho Crow. Not permanently.

 

“ Kurama…” he purrs insanely, “ Don't be angry with me. You're pact of defiance doesn't mean you have to starve. Besides…” His fingertips dig into my jawline as he licks at my throbbing bond scars. “ You've already lost.”

 

My green eyes spark as I regard him with a potent loathing. “ Whatever I lost in your dishonorable assault last night, is nothing I cannot regain.”

 

His smirk makes me livid. I stiffen as his hand traces a nipple. “ Hmm…not your chastity.”

 

“ You know excruciatingly well that I wasn't chaste, Karasu.”

 

His grin is cruel as he leisurely cuts my meat for me, flicking his wrist so that the knife glints dangerously close to my flesh.

 

“ Oh, but you were so tight. Something tells me the FireBrat isn't very well endowed. How sad that you had to endure such clumsy, Forbidden touching.”

 

I lock my jaw as he attempts to feed me, my insides shrieking for nourishment. Two long days…maybe just some wine…

NO.

 

“ In comparison with you,” I retort venomously, “ Hiei is twice the kitsune I am. You are living proof that size doesn't matter.”

 

His indigo orbs flicker in rage. Roughly he straddles my hips, clenching his thinly clothed thighs around my own like a lanky voce. It can't be healthy; to be as hard as he is all the time.

 

“ You say that,” he drawls, “ but I still managed to make you come, didn't I?”

 

“ Pinch a nerve and the organism will respond.” I reply softly. “ T-there is no shame in my physiology's natural reactions.”

 

As his lip quivers in fury I realize that he is a lot like a child about to throw a tantrum. A mentally unstable child with harsh, destructive powers.

Sure enough, his anger turns to violence. My entire body tenses as he bestows his explosive touch to my skin, blowing up and charring a quarter-sized portion of my right breast. With resolve's assistance I manage not to scream, though one tear does escape the corner of my emerald eye. The scent of burned, rotting flesh nearly sends me into another heaving fit as he speaks.

 

“ Yessss…you'd writhe in the grasp of anyone, wouldn't you whore?”

 

for the first time I dare to smirk. “ Virgin whore? Which image exactly would you like me to project, Master?”

 

The title drips in sarcasm. And soon my dripping blood is added to the floor. The steak knife he'd been toying with blurs, cutting deeply into my shoulder. I gasp as we fall to the ground, for it is not just a quick stab. All the way down my arm he is carving letters deeply…leaving scars…K…A…R…

 

KARASU. I have been marked. My heart clenches as the teeth marks begin to sting again. My third betrayal of Hiei in as many days. My body now truly, is no longer his temple.

 

/ Worry not about your lover, Shuichi./ Snarls Yoko, / He still fills every crevice of your mind and your pathetic, sentimental soul./

 

In fury I shut my eyes and speak aloud to the silver-haired demon I once was.

 

“ Shall I address the ocean of brine you cried for your Gothic Chimera?!!”

 

Karasu is confused, but Yoko shuts up. The Quest class licks the knife clean, then moves his serpentine tongue down to my wounds. I shudder at the light flickers of pleasure his relatively skilled mouth causes, trying to disguise my developing arousal against the cold stone.

 

“ Hmmm…your insolence is both tiresome and extremely attractive.” He observes. “ I have half a mind to flip you over and re-open your inner lacerations. But…even the beautiful foxes of the meadow must eat.”

 

I take a few deep, calming breaths to renew my braver. I won't lose this battle…I am determined to at least tie him at this twisted game.

 

“ Wash me, clothe me, and give me the use of my hands. Perhaps then, I will sit at your table and consume sustenance like the civilized human/demon being that I am.”

 

His face goes vacant and child-like as he gently fists my erection rhythmically. The crimson below is melting under the heat of my back…Inari…such filth, such abhorrent ecstasy.

 

“ I know what you are, my beloved.” He sighs out. “ And you wear grime like the most beautiful of silks. I enjoy seeing you struggle; a captive, just as I enjoy looking upon your celestial, unshod form. Never should you be disconcerted with the display of your body. It is perfect.”

 

At his statement the manipulator in my perks. “ Will it not be more enjoyable to tear a covering away? To bathe me just to soil me again? To feel the futile scratches on your flesh as you ravage me?”

 

/Pitiful. He'll never fall for your logic puzzles, Shuichi. They are for the blind and the willful./

 

“ Ah, of course you are right! What am I thinking, showing you off like some common harlot! You are mine to devour. Casa! Prepare a bath for the New Prey!”

 

That same F-class scurries out of the shadows, only to bow and scurry off again. With a graze my handcuffs are melted away, and I flex my fingers as Karasu pulls me up on my knees.

 

“ Fox is grateful, is he not?”

 

Stiffly I glare, not able to bring myself to nod.

 

“ And since he will not eat, Fox will have to swallow something else.”

 

Really now. Horny innuendo is never very creative.

 

Silently I unzip his pants and remove his gleaming length. I shut my lids, pretending desperately that it is my koorime I suckle, though this cock is all wrong and almost grotesquely large. Frantically I run my tongue along every inch, losing myself in the narcotic of simple, dominant sex.

I don't want this. I want the red-eyed one. But then again…why would he want me back now? After what I have become? What I am becoming?

Nothing.

 

AN: Some heavy stuff, dudes. But I hope you enjoyed! It only gets worse, ( or better, depending on how you look at it!) from here! I hope I get as many reviews for this as I did for the last two! Woo-hoo! Recommend me to your friends please! I'm becoming an opinion junkie!