Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Sacrifice ❯ Bitch Brawl ( Chapter 4 )

AN: Hmmm…my reviews are declining. Perhaps that last chapter was a little TOO long. Whatever. I'm bored and without friends, so this is what I do. My muse has taken my blacklist and is out now conducting the necessary business. You guys will be so thrilled! I got him a 48 caliber semi-automatic machine gun for his sixteenth birthday! I know he's happy with it at least. | >) Read on, faithful cyber comrades! Read on!

 

Disclaimer: I totally own it. Yoshihiro Togashi has been prudently assassinated. Get over it. (…JK.)

 

Chapter Four- Bitch Brawl

 

**********Hiei's POV*********

 

“ Suicidal…

Volatile…

Homicidal…

Dark denial…”

 

 

“ Give me your pain.

Relinquish your blood

Surrender your shame.

Be. My. Love.”

 

“ no…No…NOOOOOOOO!

My love is dead!

Go…GO…GOOOOOOO!

But stay…please…share my bed.”

 

“ Forever ailing…

Always failing…

The Reaper's trailing…

His hands demanding…”

 

“ Loner at heart.

Should've stayed that way.

Should've known from the start.

THAT THERE'S NO SUCH THING AS HAPPY DAYS!”

 

“ why?…Why? WHY?

He was my life.

Die. DIE. DIIIEEEE!

Engulfed in strife.

Dying…dying”

 

The music pounds through my ears, over and over like an executioner's chant. I don't even remember how I got here. Like a moth to a blackened flame, my mind wandered right into the territory of foolish Night Ningens and their technical recreations.

It's controlled anarchy. Letting loose but staying inside. Perishing a little…or a lot, depending on the lethalness of your vices. I ignore the sobbing boy behind me for a moment and watch the others dance and flail about like heathens. All so delirious! Caught up in their rebellion or their pettiness, not ONE knowing the true meaning of death or depression or pain.

 

“ P-p-please man..I d-don't know who o-or what you are but j-just let me go, okay?”

 

Snarling I turn back to the human I welded to the wall. He is stupid; letting me bend that crowbar around his waist and then watching as I melted it permanently into the steel behind him.

But his hair… I didn't think such a deep red possible on a mortal…maybe it's not. Maybe I'm too drunk or high or crazed or bloodthirsty. How long has it been since I've been sober? Three days? Four?

Shutting the door to this, our private storeroom, I reach up and take his triangular face in my hands. He is breathing hard, so it is not difficult to shove my tongue down his throat when I kiss him. When he begins to struggle, I draw my katana and press it against his groin lightly, caressing the fabric of his jeans as I chew on his lips, coaxing out a whimper.

Yes. That's how he likes it, is it not? Kurama always liked it on the verge of rough. Submission is consensual…an art of threats, moans, and whispered adoration. So…s-so why is he struggling? Why isn't he touching me back? My fox enjoys touching me…holding me…Kiso.

Hysterical, I swear loudly and break off grabbing him by the shoulders. I am trapped by deep green eyes…so trapped…

 

“ Kitsune! Why aren't you doing anything! You always…do…”

 

“ Dude! I'm strait! I'm a d-dealer, not a hooker! My n-name's Brad! Not kitsune or Kurama or Fox…I don't know those people!”

 

My face goes pale in anger. Why is Kurama being this way? “ You're not. You're my lover and w-will be with me forever. You'll never leave me. You said…you said that Kurama!!”

 

“ Oh god…you're gonna kill me, aren't you?! I don't wanna die…I don't wanna die…I don't-”

 

Snap. In one flick of my arm his neck is broken, and his head lolls around lifelessly. Letting loose a string of Makian curses, I incinerate the body with a simple flare of yoki. That Kurama abandoned me too.

So did the one last night.

And the night before that.

The hiruseki surround the char mark I've left in my wake as I exit out the back. The cold night air suffocates me along with the cacophony of this nameless Japanese urbania as I walk. It never makes me feel better. It's because humans are idiots…refusing to play the game…to pretend…except for the leaving and the crying. They all get that right. I guess I should've expected that. Everyone runs from the Great and Feared Hiei. Even him. He didn't want me. Didn't know me. If he knew me then he would've trusted that we'd all get out of it okay and be able to go home. H-he didn't have to…to…

 

“ Kiso!” I roar, and punch the nearest wall. A big crater mars the concrete now; you'd think such a display would attract some attention. But I am alone in this alleyway. Always alone with my accursed imagination.

My anger ebbs into sorrow as I think of all the things Karasu has done…will do, to my beautiful fox. The slow torture…the pillaging of a body my koi was very reserved about…and he won't escape. Even if he had a chance to.

 

“ I'm his first mate.” I whisper to the cockroach running for its life across the stone. “ He should be honor-bound to ME.”

 

“ Man, Hiei. Are you really over two hundred, because when you whine you sound like two.”

 

My head lifts dully as I bare my fangs to this intruder on my grief. If I weren't so wasted on ningen pills and sake I'd attack him where he lurks in the shadows. As it is, even standing is an effort, and when I see that it is the detective I can barely glare.

 

“ Ah, as if these hallucinations of carnage aren't enough,” I slur, “ I've got my very own personal pain in the ass to taunt me. Go on, Detective. Give me your monologue. Tell me how I mustn't give up, and how luck I was, all the while…I dare you. I dare you to try and mask how much you'd wished that you had been fucking the fox, instead of me. Pull me up again, just to push me down with your secret thoughts of pure obligation. You don't want to save me. And I don't want to be saved.”

 

His swearing is almost inaudible. I spit at him as he lunges and shoves me up against the cinderblock wall.

 

“ The last time you said that much,” he snarls, “ you were evil. Just what have you been taking lately, Hiei?!! You smell like a liquor store! And I would know!!”

 

My smile is delirious and filled with attitude. “ Hnnn, yes. You would . Drunken Yusuke with his tramp mother, dog girlfriend, and a few secrets he must keep. You look angry. Well come on, baka. Aren't you going to hit me? Just try. Try to hit me!”

 

I wait for the inevitable blow. Every fiber of me knows that it's coming. Hn. Even in this condition, I can still make sense of the universe. His face contorts in rage, and his mocha eyes fill with tears that reflect themselves in the flickering street lamps. He moves forward-…and wraps me in a tight hug as he sobs.

 

“ You friggin' stupid idiot!” he whispers poisonly. “ I miss him too, okay? You're right. In fact, you usually are. But God Hiei…this is all wrong! Everything! We BEAT Toguro! Kurama shouldn't be with Karasu, you shouldn't be a mess…and I…should be sorta happy!”

 

I squirm in his companionable grip, trying to break free of his arms, his false comfort. Gods above, I'm so mixed up…my yoki muddled. Just get him away from me. Get him away!”

 

“ L-let go, Baka.”

 

“ No. I won't. Not until you listen to me.. People care about you, Hiei, whether you like it or not, and pretending we don't just to make it easier for yourself is just plain wimpy. You're a STUPID COWARD! ADMIT IT!”

 

“ Get off, Detective. You know nothing.”

 

“ Oh yeah?! Then tell me! Tell me about how you want to die, and how much you're afraid of losing him forever!! Tell me how you wake up at night dreaming of his torture!! Look me in the eyes, Hiei, and say again that I don't get you! COME ON!”

 

I bite, I scratch, I curse, but still he has me. Why must everyone infiltrate me? Why can't I be left alone?! I fared FINE for 200 years! Why is everyone so goddamn interested now?!!! HE LEFT ME FOR A CROW, YUSUKE! HE LEFT ME BECAUSE I WAS WEAK! HE LEFT BECAUSE HE LOVED ME AND NOW NOTHING IS GOING TO BE OKAY AGAIN SO JUUUST GOOO AWAAAAY!!!!”

 

My energy careens off the scale, shifting the entire air path of the alleyway so that the street lamp blows itself out, and the concrete below us cracks into a million fragments like pieces of a shattered looking glass. Something that is reminiscent of a sonic boom sounds through what I think is the entire city.

Such are the consequences of a forlorn demon's muddled rage. Yusuke seems shocked as I melt out of his grip and slide down the wall to the ground, breathing hard as my fury slowly dissipates back into mind-numbing despair. He lets me seethe in silence for a time, but eventually sits beside me and takes my wrist.

 

“ Track marks. And your nose is running. Did the humans that gave you this stuff tell you what it was called?”

 

I blink away the colors in my eyes. “ Hn…Smack. Cocaine. X…kodine…a bunch of other stuff. What do you care? I'll not be vanquished by a hoard of ningen sedatives.”

 

I say it, trying to convince myself, because somewhere deep inside…the Dragon stiffs. It is outraged at this weakness, it misses Kurama terribly…and berates me for dulling myself to near mortal capacities.

 

“ Accept his aid. Think of a game plan.” The annoying voice instructs, which is why I guess the Detective doesn't perish as he dares pick me up.

 

“ Hnnnrgh! Get the…hell off, Yusuke! I swear I'll rip your baka…head off…and…feast on your…still beating…heart…”

 

He laughs at me as he shoves me in the back seat of an extremely beat up ningen transport vehicle.

 

“ Heh. Yeah, maybe you will; some other time when you're not completely burnt out. For now though my mom's got a spare room since the fire, and you can stay there `til you're thinking strait.”

 

I want to curse. I want to tell him to back off…that the Great Hiei is naught but a distant memory…that I'll die before I accept help from a half-breed…but the gentle hum of the engine claims my wits in the first nightmare free sleep I've had in ages.

 

AN: So dramatic. So sad! I think I just made you all hate Hiei, but whatever. Sacrifices, must be made. Review!