Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ The Tales of Hierakon's Empire ❯ Chapter 13

Author's Notes: Sorry for the wait. Both authors were a bit pre-occupied. lol Be warned of a rape/sex scene at the end of this chapter.

 

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Rehema and Jin managed to catch up to Darwishi who was brave enough to make it out into the aggressive sandstorm still continuing. As soon as Rehema made it outside of the palace, she was quick to turn to Jin to try and keep the sand from her face. Jin watched her coil back towards his chest making him hesitantly hold her once more. He was further resistant to raise his other hand to prevent the winds from coming in his direction as he hurried behind the priest, who was able to deflect the sand from him with a spell.

 

Darwishi held his staff outwards with the power of Ma'at's wings guiding him. He turned around to watch Jin closely as he made it towards the royal barn. “This way,” he called while looking the other way. He didn't want to make the man nervous about spotting something abnormal around him.

 

The horses were uneasy and neighing in dismay while rearing up in their stalls at the sandstorms going on outside of the barn. Darwishi hurried over to the peach colored mare with white mane and tail to pull her from her stall with her bridal upon getting it upon her. “Settle now,” the priest insisted to the mare. “I need you to carry these two to safety.” He pulled the mare from her stall before turning to the two near the entrance of the stable. “Princess, come here so I may help you on.”

 

Rehema hurried over towards the horse nervously grabbing onto her dirty, white mane to get on its bare back. “I don't know about this, Darwishi. What if she spooks?”

 

“She won't spook, my dear,” Darwishi assured her as he petted the neck of the horse. “I will make sure of that.” He made his way over towards Jin who was apparently nervous still about leaving behind the kingdom with Touya still in the palace. “Jin,” he began as he placed his hand upon the slave's ivory shoulder so the conversation would be between the two of them. “So is this how you decided to spare your friend a quick death sentence?”

 

Jin's face broke into slight panic upon hearing the priest's words. He shook his red hair while finding it difficult to speak. “I-I don't know what you're talking about…!”

 

“You don't have to worry about me persecuting you, Jin,” Darwishi assured him in a hushed tone. “I am merely asking. What is going on?”

 

The slave was still silent as his eyes shifted nervously back and forth. Jin finally sighed in defeat feeling Darwishi's gaze on him still. “It is something I've been able to do since I was born.” He looked at the priest apologetically. “Look, I am sorry for this, but it was the only way I could save Touya! If I demolish the wall he worked on, they'll have to wait for his execution once more.” Jin headed back over towards the entrance of the barn to gaze back up at the palace. “And it isn't Touya's fault either that his skin is so pale. He isn't evil! Why can't they see that?”

 

The High Priest hummed in thought as he placed his weight upon his golden staff, various different ideas of what the slave could be swirling about in the back of his mind. He didn't want to label the redhead until he had a logical, final find of the other half of the human standing before him. Peering over his shoulder to view the nervous princess, Darwishi's pale blue eyes placed their attention back on Jin.

 

“The empire has always been riddled with difference. For as many years as I can remember, the heirs to the throne loathed any other born that wasn't the same color as everyone else. Working in the sun makes one tan, even living in this climate. But your friend Touya—he stays the same pigment of pallid no matter how long the sun's rays bask upon his flesh. This makes him stick out like a sick leper, and because of this difference, he is a target of omen. The society thinks that if someone's skin isn't fit to be changed by Ra's eye, that they are trouble to the entire empire.”

 

Furrowing his brows, Jin huffed irritably. “That isn't right. No one is the same, everyone is born different.” Pointing to Rehema, he continued. “Even the princess! She is caged up like a bird in that palace with her parents once deciding her future before they died. Now it's up to Queen Omorose, and we see how well THAT'S going,” he grumbled, crossing his arms about his chest. “Hear me out, Priest. Touya is leaving those enclosed walls alive without any shackles on his wrists.” Unfolding his arms, he pushed past the High Priest with a scuff of his shoulder, nearly knocking him off balance. “Both of us will.”

 

Rehema wasn't aware of the conversation going on between the priest and the redheaded slave she had befriended, too anxious about the current circumstances. The white sands continued to swirl about within the furious winds, threatening to blow the hood off her head even within the stall as they were. She felt the weight upon the saddle as Jin climbed up onto the peach pelted mare, sitting in front of the young princess, grabbing the leather reins into his hands.

 

“Hold onto me tightly and bury your face into my back. Do not ask questions and do not look up for any reason until I tell you that you can.”

 

Regaining his equilibrium, Darwishi stabbed the butt of his staff into the sandy bottom of the stall floor, holding one hand out as he shuffled forward to try and stop the two from leaving just yet.

 

“Wait!” His sandaled feet tapping upon the white sand covered in hay, he placed his empty hand upon Jin's muscled leg. “Listen to me. I know I told you previously that I would personally lead you to the cave you and the princess are to live in until the curse here is lifted. But as the High Priest, I cannot leave due to my duties. You must go directly southeast until you see a small oasis to the west of you. From there, the cave is east with rock formations surrounding it, and a ravine due north. Do you understand that?”

 

Digesting the directions, the redheaded slave figured it wouldn't be very hard with what was given to him, he looking down at the priest fearlessly. “I understand.”

 

Taking a few steps back, Darwishi nodded. “You must protect the princess and make sure no harm comes to her body. Hunt off the land and drink from the pool of the oasis. The gods and goddesses will give you all you need to survive.”

 

Being the nonbeliever he was, Jin looked away from the priest, thinking solely from his own primitive instincts it wouldn't be that hard to find food and water outside of the empire. Rehema, however, thanked Darwishi gratefully, bowing her head to him.

 

“Thank you for your help, Darwishi. Please take care of my sister. Even if she's been drawn to the darker side of chaos.” Painfully looking away, she placed her hands upon the hips of the redheaded slave, burying her face into his scarred back just as he had warned her to previously. “Let us go.”

 

“Of course, Princess,” Jin answered, still having great respect for the young woman riding upon the mare with him. She was still royalty and ruled over him, even if she was going to be out of the territory of her kingdom.

 

Jin gave the mare a slap on the rear to send her off out of the royal stall into the open of the sand storm he created, the equine galloping quickly towards the south, merging to the east.

 

Darwishi covered his face with his arms as the mare galloped put of the stall into the windy turmoil of sand, lowering them afterwards with an inward sigh.

 

“May the wings of Ma'at protect you, child.”

 

 

 

The wind stopped raging after several hours of tearing through the limestone mixed with clay monuments, the newest portion of the empire wall toppled as if it had just been started upon. The sand was in rifts about the housing areas, a layer of dust in the air from still settling grains. The people of the kingdom slowly emerged from their homes to see the damage created, some of their neighbors totally wrecked under the rubble of their clay built structures. Omorose had sent a platoon of guards to roam the streets to calculate the damage, the report coming back to her making her ill.

 

“The entire wall that was just completed a day ago is demolished?” Tightening her grip on the golden armrests carved into falcon heads, the Queen scowled upon the main lookout bowing before her and Djoser. “Those slaves didn't make it strong enough! Clumsy, ignorant lap dogs. I will make them pay for making that wall so brittle!”

 

Threading his ringed fingers together within his lap, Djoser grinned slyly. “I recommend making them work harder without any breaks. Dawn until dusk without the pleasure of stopping to get refreshment; after all, they are merely flea bitten vermin.”

 

Out of worry for the kingdom, the guards brought Touya before the Pharaoh and the reining Queen. They dared not touch him but with the butt of their spears as they forced him forwards at the rulers' feet. Touya hit the floor hard, causing him to coil up a bit almost in a fetal position before releasing who he was cowering before. His hair grabbed onto, he was forced to look up at the rulers of the empire, Touya gracing them with a disappointed frown.

 

“We must execute him now!” One of the guards insisted boldly to the rulers.

 

“Be still and hold your tongue, guard!” Omorose demanded with a wave of her firm hand. Getting to her feet, she grabbed onto the hem of her dress to walk down the marble steps to stand before the slave with an emotionless stare. “If it weren't for my father's wall collapsing, I would do so myself right here and now before the Gods and my court to see.” She paused for a moment, raising her brow slightly. “But I need you regardless, so I will once again spare you.” Omorose looked at the guards. “Throw him back in the dungeon. We will keep a close watch on him until his time comes.”

 

Touya was forced back to his feet and guided back to the dungeon. He struggled against the guards as he was guided back down the steps and soon thrown back into the cell. His body hitting the cold, hard floor, he grunted from the slight pain before managing to force himself upright to grip onto the iron bars. I hope Jin is okay. Please, please be so you crazy man…

 

Jin guarded Rehema against the dead of night as he followed Darwishi's orders to the oasis. The horse grunted as its hooves hit the sandy ground. He held tightly onto the reins of the beast, feeling the young princess shaking against his body. “Princess?” He questioned softly to her.

 

“It is…so cold…,” she stuttered, leaning against his body to find it still oddly warm. Rehema had never been out in the night without her beast attire. She left with what she had on, and it wasn't enough to keep her warm.

 

“We're nearly there, Princess Rehema. Just hold on a bit longer,” Jin insisted as he turned the mare towards the oasis he could just see there within the distance. “I can see the forest! I can see!” He nudged the sides of the horse a bit to make her go faster. He held onto Rehema tighter as they got closer to the oasis. It wasn't before long that Jin felt the slight sting of the branches that would scrape across his face when he guided the fine mare deep into the thick piece of paradise within the desert. The cave, Darwishi explained of, came into view soon after, prompting Jin to pull back on the reins to get the horse to come to a quick stop.

 

Once the beast settled, Jin dismounted quickly to get Rehema off as well. “Come on, princess. Let's get you inside.” He escorted her into the mouth of the dark cave, placing her there near the entrance. “I will be right back. I need to make you a fire.” Jin hurried back out into the darkness, the wind blowing slightly still as he managed to grab a few branches that had fallen from the trees given a few harsh sandstorms that passed through the area, causing the brittle ones to break easily. He grabbed up all that he could carry before hurrying back to where the cave was.

 

Rehema was there, shivering in the darkness still with her arms about her small frame tightly. “It is…so cold…I am so cold…,” she repeated, praying to the Gods that it would stop or at least ease in some way.

 

“I am sorry,” Jin apologized as he knelt down to start piling up the branches and dry leaves he gathered to make the fire he was planning on. “I guess you're not used to the desert's brutal nights.” Kneeling down within the sand, he grabbed two small rocks to use as flint. Striking them together, they sparked enough after awhile to cause a growing fire for them both to keep warm about. “Being up in that castle, I guess it doesn't get that cold.”

 

The young princess watched as Jin made the fire by hand. “How did you learn to do that?” She wondered as she moved in closer to the warm flame. “In the castle we just use candles and lanterns to keep warm.”

 

“I've lived many moons,” said Jin as he kept the flame going. “I know my fair share of secrets when it comes to living on my own out in the wild.” Through the flickering flame, he could tell she was still shivering. He moved closer to the princess, opening his hands to her. “I am afraid my hands are not of royalty. If I were to touch you, I would be ordered to death.”

 

Rehema looked at his worn and stiff hands with a few cuts and blisters from all they had been through. She thought about her royal title and frowned a bit. “From this moment onward, while I am out in the wild, I am no longer a princess,” she insisted.

 

Jin chuckled a bit. “Well, what do you want to be then?”

 

“From now on, I am your equal. I am no longer Princess Rehema, I am just Rehema.” She looked back down at his hands, nodding at them with a soft smile. “If you touch me now, you won't be punished. I give up my royal title for now.”

 

“Then give me your hands.” Jin moved his closer to hers. “I can get you warmer.” The dainty hands of the princess coming into his, he rubbed them together before blowing onto them. “This will have to do until I can find some animals to skin for you. Their fur will help you during these harsh nights.”

 

Rehema nodded as she watched through the flickering flames as the ivory skinned servant appeared to be locked within deep thought. “Is something on your mind?” The blue eyes of the man gazing at her, she managed a brief smile to him realizing what it could possibly be. “You miss your friend, don't you?”

 

“I must admit I fear what your sister may do to him,” Jin confessed as he released her hands to point at the fire. “Hold them near the flame.” Sitting cross-legged in front of the fire himself, he shrugged. “I know Touya can handle himself, but I can only hope that his execution date was pushed back once more.” He could see Rehema was a bit upset at having to be reminded of her sister's recently cruel actions. Jin got to his feet with a light grunt to excuse himself from the cave. “Let me go out there and get us something to eat tomorrow and to have some furs to sleep upon.”

 

“You-you're just going to leave me here alone?” Rehema seemed a bit panicked by that thought as she reached out for the redhead.

 

Jin smiled down at the young princess. “Princess, I have to get us something to live off of or we won't last long out here.” He winked at Rehema while waving his finger at her. “And I do believe your priest wanted me to take good care of you until things blew over in the empire.” Turning his back to the princess, he sauntered back out into the cold without much clothing on as the temperature didn't bother him as much as it did the pampered woman.

 

Rehema watched Jin leave the cave until he was out of sight, turning her attention back to the fire. Please, Lord Horus…save my sister from herself, she pleaded as the princess embraced her cold form.

 

She had never stepped down the cold, cobblestone staircase leading to the dungeon in a long while. Omorose placed her dainty, royal hand against the wet walls as she made it to the last step. Wrinkling her nose at the awful smells attacking her senses, she made it to Touya's cell. Her shadow casted over the slumbering man, her hands upon her wide hips. “The Gods smile upon you once more,” Omorose growled from where she stood. The sound of her voice prompted Touya to look beyond his feet to see the Queen standing there before the iron bars. “Why they would do such a thing to you is beyond my sight.”

 

Touya rolled his eyes as he lied his head back down upon the messy hay once more. “That was no `God' that spared me.”

 

Omorose gripped tightly onto the bars and shook them. “Listen to me, you worthless dog, and listen good! I know you are aware of where that redheaded slave went and possibly my sister as well, so tell me where!”

 

The threats didn't phase Touya one bit as he sighed heavily in irritation from where he was lying. “That is not for me to say. Find out yourself.”

 

Never had the Queen felt such a brutal slap across her face from mere words. Her jaw dropping at his disobedience, Omorose grabbed a nearby spear, using the keys upon the table to open his cell. Throwing open the door, she stormed inside to force Touya onto his back before placing the spear inches from his chest where his heart was beating. “You will speak to me with respect! Now tell me where the redhead and my sister are! I know they are together; you cannot fool me!” She yelled so loudly that her voice reverberated off of the cold walls.

 

His narrow eyes gazed at the weapon she held only to look up at her with no fear in his expression whatsoever. “If you wish to kill me, my Queen,” he remarked bitterly, “then I suggest you do so now while you still have the stomach to do it.”

 

Omorose about pushed the end of the spear within Touya's chest only to be stopped by the look in his eyes. They were cold, fearless about anything, and the mere sight of them made the Egyptian Queen pull the spear back from his chest. “Your eyes…they aren't…normal,” she stuttered almost, gazing down at him with anger still though a bit shaken with uncertainty about the slave. “They look as though they've seen more than this lifetime.”

 

“My eyes have seen and know much,” Touya remarked wisely as he continued to stare at the ruler of the empire. “If I told you how much, you would fear me all the more than you do now.”

 

“Fear you!” Omorose exclaimed, feeling a bit insulted by that remark even if she couldn't inwardly deny it. “Why would I fear a lower classman?”

 

Touya closed his eyes with a frown on his face before reopening them. “Do you not mistreat us `lower classman' because you fear us after what happened to your father?”

 

“Enough!” The Queen demanded, covering her ears as if to prevent herself from hearing anymore of him. She exited the cell to slam it back in Touya's face. The ruler of the empire was about to leave the dungeon only to stop at the bottom staircase to look back at the pallid skinned slave. “I do believe I have a different plan for you.” Omorose turned back around. “Instead of working on the wall, I will have you work for me.” She grinned almost greedily, pressing her fingers against her chest. “I could afford to have more male slaves to cater to my every whim, and you'll do nicely.”

 

Pushing himself up to sit on his elbows, Touya peered through the bars stoically. “Then you fear me so much that you have to have me under your sight at all times?”

 

Forming fists at her sides, Omorose turned to appoint the nearest guard. “Have him cleaned up and brought to my chambers. Make sure his wrists and ankles are shackled together so he won't try to escape.” Descending the limestone steps to stand before the cerulean haired slave's cell for the last time, the queen sneered, “I fear no one or anything. What I feel for your kind is hate, and that is the only thing you'll get in return! Maybe after serving me you'll break enough to tell me where your redheaded friend went with my sister.” Turning to leave the dungeon altogether, Omorose didn't look back or express another word towards Touya, the creaking of the door opening and then slamming shut proclaiming her exit.

 

The rattling of the keys caught Touya's hearing as two of the guards came to stand in front of his cell door, the iron key inserted into the lock with a rusty click. Pulling to barred door towards them, they both entered together to pick the pallid skinned slave up, purposely jarring him about.

 

“You're the first male to be a personal slave to the Queen. She must have devious thoughts for your slow torture,” one cackled.

 

“Mmhmm,” hummed the other, smirking lewdly as he helped to remove the cursed slave in order to take him to bathing chamber where others would take over to get the sweat, sand, and grime off his body to be presentable to the Queen.

 

It was quite the ordeal to clean him up, scrubbing between every nook and cranny before getting to his hair. The two women that were in charge of giving him the bath never spoke to Touya, or even looked him in the eyes for fear of him placing an omen upon their families, drying him quickly before turning him back over to the guards where he was reshackled up and tugged away. He was completely exposed; his tattered loin cloth removed during the process of cleansing him, but Touya didn't seem to mind, keeping his gaze below him and his expression clear of any emotion. Brought before a pair of large immaculately carved doors, they were opened by another pair of guards to let the just arrived inside, throwing the slave down upon the rug covered floor before bowing graciously to the lounging queen and promptly fleeing.

 

Various types of incense were strongly permeated throughout the spacious room, a certain scent catching Touya's attention as he looked up from he was carelessly thrown, the chains connected to his shackles rattling as he moved about, trying to at least sit upon his knees. He had never seen the chambers belonging to royalty before, studying the wall carvings, gold lined pillars, silken curtains, and king-sized canopy bed. There was an area where someone could walk out on a balcony if they chose, a gentle breeze causing the beaded curtains to ripple. Tracing his sight along a few statues, he spotted the Egyptian Queen lying partially on her side and her back upon a heap of down filled, tasseled pillows, a pair of slaves fanning her with feathered fans while several others waited on hand and knee to be ordered to fetch something for her. Djoser wasn't anywhere to be found, which made him inwardly curious, dropping his narrow blue sight to the floor when he felt the cold sapphire stare of the queen greet him.

 

“I see you might approve of your surroundings, but don't let them cheer you up into thinking you'll be pampered,” Omorose stated sternly, sipping from a goblet filled with white wine. “Come here and let me see how well they cleaned you up.”

 

Sighing irritably, Touya pushed himself up to his feet, but refused to move any farther. “Why don't you get up and come see me for yourself? You admitted you didn't fear me, so show me.”

 

The attitude of the pallid skinned slave immediately stabbed one of the queen's nerves, pointing to the door with a glare. “All the rest of you slaves, out! This one needs to be disciplined,” she mused darkly, placing the goblet of wine down upon the floor so she could get up from where she was lying.

 

All of the slaves present seemed terrified over the word `discipline', knowing very well any way of torture to make one submissive was brutal, the various chains on their bodies dully ringing or clinking as they made haste to scramble out of the spacious chambers into their designated locked cells until called upon later. Touya was inwardly amused by how quickly he could anger the Queen, remaining in place.

 

“You will be just as submissively frightened once I'm finished with you. I don't take to defiant slaves very well, and I could tell from the beginning you were going to be one of them.” Upon approaching him, she swayed slightly due to consuming more than one goblet of wine as it was before he arrived, making a circle about his body to note he had no speck of sand or dirt on him anywhere. Reaching down to grab the chain connected to his neck shackle, she tugged him forward harshly, making him lose his footing and be dragged towards the arrangement of lounging pillows. Plucking a leather nine-tailed flail whip from a small stand, the queen smacked his pallid backside as hard as she could, bringing blood to the surface of immediate torn skin.

 

“I want you to sit on those pillows and pleasure yourself in front of me,” she commanded, having no remorse over injuring the slave huddled below her.

 

“AH!” Trembling from the new wound laced across his multiple scars upon his back, he hissed between his teeth, narrowing his eyes further. “Go…pleasure yourself!”

 

“If I'm not mistaken, that was the order I gave YOU,” the queen countered, whipping the pallid slave again with an echo across the room. “Roll over and do it, you filthy mutt!”

 

Clenching his teeth and his fists alike upon taking another hit, he felt the blood from his back crawling across his alabaster flesh to drip upon the slick floor, dropping to his side, and then upon his back. Breathing heavily, he kept his shackled wrists close to his chest, glowering up at the Queen.

 

“I refuse!” he hissed, bringing his knees together to try and hide his manhood, crying out in pain when the multiple whip heads connect with the side of one of his legs.

 

“Then I will show you how it is done,” she growled, holding the whip between her teeth as she kneeled beside Touya, forcefully pulling his legs apart. She was surprised at the size of his manhood as she stared upon the endowed shaft lying flaccid between his legs, pulling her attention away to continue her assault to make him submissive. Taking the whip out of her mouth, the Queen turned it around where she was holding it by the tendrils, pushing the leather handle end between Touya's nether cheeks and soon into his anus. Wiggling the handle about, Omorose pushed more of it through the tight ring of muscle into the pallid slave's body, grinning wickedly.

 

“S-stop! Please, this isn't necessary!” Touya managed to try and beg, spreading his toes and curling them in attempts to try and cull the pain lacing through his body while being sodomize with the whip.

 

“Stopping is not an option. I am teaching you a lesson to always do as I say or pay the price!” Wrapping her fingers around the base of his flaccid penis, Omorose started stroking the shaft vigorously, scrubbing the flat of her thumb up against the sensitive glans. Leaving the whip handle buried inside of the slave's rectum, the Egyptian queen used the hand once holding it to fondle and grope at Touya's hanging globes, ignoring his further pleas of wanting her to stop. Bringing her painted lips down to his erecting member, she fit his bulbous glans into her mouth, suckling upon it and rubbing it with her tongue, something very cold clashing with the heat inside of her oral orifice as she pulled the half of his penis in her mouth out. Eyeing the erection within her hands, she spotted the trickle of white that must have been a pre-cum spurt, placing her finger upon the liquid only to quickly pull it away.

 

“Your semen is cold like ice! Like your eyes…”

 

Panting from the stress of being hurt and sexually excited against his will, the cerulean haired slave squinted his narrow eyes as he peered down at her, sneering with what appeared to be a peeking fang. “You started this, you finish it! I will answer no questions let alone answer to you!”

 

It was hard for Omorose to interpret what was going on aside from him being cursed by the gods with his pallid skin that wouldn't turn tan even when graced by Ra's light. Looking at the endowed organ within her fingers, his tone of voice angered her again as well as his will to be stubborn, not being like normal slaves at all and cracking to submit. Instead, he only seemed to get more defiant. Grabbing the tendrils of the whip protruding from his body, the queen pushed his erection forward despite it being so hard so it aimed at his own body and not near her own, driving the handle of the whip as hard as she could into the intestinal wall associated with his prostate gland, causing an immediate orgasm in the male cursed slave. His frigid seed splattered upon his chest and his stomach in several spurts to end the session, Omorose releasing his member, yanking the whip handle out of his rectum afterwards.

 

“You will stay right there for the remainder of the night without being cleaned up. I want you to wear your humiliation until morning and the other slaves will see it to be reminded of what happens to those disobedient.” Spitting on him, the intoxicated queen got to her sandaled feet, ambulating away from him towards the balcony.

 

She apparently needed time to think of the mysteries of the pallid skinned man, still not understanding the changes she kept seeing little by little each time she got close to him.