A/N: I really should be working on my other story, but I'm trying to find a way to write it without it being dumb and tedious. So instead I'm writing this for a bit. Also, I honestly couldn't come up with a better name than this.

Disclaimer: I don't own YYH or it's characters.

Warnings: AU, yaoi, sex, torture, rape, violence, language, so on and so forth.

Chapter One

Hiei propped his feet up on his desk and leaned back, pondering what to do for lunch.

I could get sesame chicken…or maybe I'll go for stir-fry today. I wonder if that little ramen shop is open…

"Hiei-sama?" The spiky-haired male glanced at the door to his office. His second in command, Toguro, stood in the doorway with a folder.

"What is it?"

"Minamino is four weeks late with his protection fee." Ruby eyes lit up in glee and the crime lord sat up.

"Is that so? Tell me, how many times has Minamino been late with his protection fee?"

"This makes the third time." Grinning, Hiei sat up and donned his jacket as he headed for the door.

"Third times the charm. Lets go rough the bastard up a bit, shall we?"

"He's got a wife now." Hiei froze and slowly turned to Toguro. The taller man's lips twitched into a grin.

"And a pretty little stepson." Hiei's eyes lit up maliciously.

"Does he now?"

"He does." A grin tickled Hiei's lips and spread across his face. He turned back to the door and began to head out, a bit slower.

"Well now. That's interesting. Very interesting indeed." Hiei didn't say anything else as he slid into the backseat of his black car. Toguro slid in next to him and handed him a folder with three pictures and profiles inside. The first one was of Minamino Jiro. Hiei filed that one to the back and checked the second one, his eyes dancing in glee.

"This is his wife, I presume?" Toguro nodded and motioned for the driver to head for Jiro's house.

"Minamino Shiori. She's very pretty." Glancing over her profile, Hiei smirked. Devoted and loving wife, never done anything wrong, husband died many years ago, miraculously recovered from cancer recently. Filing her profile to the back and raised an eyebrow at the next picture.

"I thought you said he had a stepson." Toguro looked over his shoulder and grinned.

"He does. That's him. Pretty, isn't he?" Still looking at the picture, Hiei nodded.

"Yeah. We'll take the kid and rough up Minamino and his wife. Make sure they see us taking him." Toguro nodded. It didn't take long for them to pull up to a nice house on the outskirts of town. Hiei stepped out when the driver opened the door for him and motioned to the guys who had been following in a black van.

"Lets go." They followed him up to the door, where he rang the doorbell. Inside, he could hear a pleasant voice speak.

"I'll get it!" A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal a rather beautiful redhead. His emerald green eyes widened in surprise as he took in Hiei's appearance, along with the presence of the people behind him. Cocking his head to the side slightly, Hiei grinned.

"Hello love. Don't take this the wrong way, but we're going to kidnap you now and beat up your mom and dad." The redhead moved to slam the door shut, but Hiei was slightly faster. He drove his fist into the boy's stomach with enough force to knock the wind from him. The boy gasped slightly and fell unconscious, falling forwards as he did so. Leaning forward, Hiei caught him on his shoulder and picked him up off the ground.

"Shuichi!" He looked in and spotted a woman standing from her chair. She looked weak and sickly. This was observation was confirmed when she stumbled and fell back down, clutching her chest. Jiro appeared in the doorway and paled when he saw Hiei. The crime lord nodded to his unconscious stepson.

"You've been slacking off on your protection fee, Minamino." Shiori looked up from her spot on the ground.

"What is he talking about?" Jiro looked at his wife frantically.

"He's spouting nonsense, sweetie! I don't even know him! Call the police and tell them there's a lunatic trying to take Shuichi!" Hiei narrowed his eyes and frowned.

"Boys, break a leg and a couple of his ribs too." Shiori's head snapped back to Hiei, her eyes filled with horror.

"No, please! Don't take Shuichi! Take me instead! Please don't hurt my son!"

"Knock the wife out too." Suddenly, Jiro grabbed his wife and held her up to Hiei.

"Take her too! You can consider her payment!" Shiori flinched as she was manhandled up.

"Jiro, what are you doing?"

"Y-you can sell her o-or do anything you want with her!" Hiei narrowed his eyes.

"You shirk on your payments and then think you can sell your own family to pay off your debt? You really are a stupid bastard." Jiro nearly dropped Shiori. Luckily, one of Hiei's men, Suzuka, had been moving forward throughout the conversation and caught her.

"She's not too bad looking either, Hiei-sama. We could take her as-"

"No. Knock her out. We're just taking the boy." The blonde shrugged and knocked Shiori out, letting her crumple to the floor. Jiro backed up, eyes wide with fear. This turned to absolute terror when he bumped into another of Hiei's men.

"Rough him up a bit." Turning, Hiei headed back to his car. He opened the trunk and placed the boy in. He opened the air hole that had been installed a while back before closing it and getting in the back.

"Toguro, I'll meet you back at the mansion. Break both his legs for me."

"Yes sir."

I AM A LINE PLEASE IGNORE ME BECAUSE I AM NOTHING MORE THAN A LINE

Kurama ((explanation will come later)) opened his eyes slowly. It was dark, his stomach hurt and he vaguely remembered the man hitting him there to knock him out and take him and… The memories came back fully and the redhead sat up quickly, smashed his head on the roof of the trunk less than half way up, and fell back down.

"Ow…" Rolling onto his side, Kurama squinted as he saw a hole of light. He moved closer to it and looked out, trying to see where they were. All he could see were trees and a road.

We must be in the mountains…whoever we are.

Rolling onto his back again, Kurama stretched his arms up. He spent a few minutes finding out exactly how big the space he was in was. It was big enough for him to lay comfortably, but he couldn't sit up or stretch out completely in any direction.

This…is not good.

Kurama pressed his lips into a thin line and thought about what he was going to do. They'd (hopefully) let him out soon, and when they did, he might be able to escape. Or at least try. He felt the car stop and heard someone get out of the back of the car and come towards him. He quickly positioned himself so that he could lung at whoever opened the trunk. The second the trunk door opened, he lunged out and tackled the person who had opened it. It just so happened to be the person that had knocked him out in the first place. Without hesitating, Kurama stood and began sprinting towards the gate in the distance. A large man stood in his way and he leapt directly up, pushing off the man's shoulder and landing gracefully on the ground. Three men came at him at once and he dropped to the ground and slid between the legs of the one in his path. Unfortunately, he was still caught. A large man with tan skin and black hair caught his wrists and threw him over his shoulder. He began walking back to the male Kurama had tackled while Kurama tried to escape his grasp.

"Won't do you any good."

"I've noticed that." They stopped in front of the spiky-haired male and the tanned man dropped Kurama on the ground in front of him. Before anyone could say anything, the redhead stood, wheeled around to face the red-eyed man, and punched him. Immediately, his arms were grabbed and he was hauled back and off his feet. One of the men raised a fist to hit Kurama, but the man he had punched waved him off. His ruby eyes glittered as he grinned.

"Hoo, this one's quite the fighter. Tell me, boy, what's your name?"

"What did you do to my mother." Snorting, the man grinned even more.

"She's fine. Better off than that deadweight she married."

"You didn't answer my question." This time a fist really did connect with his face.

"You cocky little bastard! You should be on your knees begging Hiei-sama for mercy!"

"Knock it off, Ryozo." Turning back to Kurama, the man smirked.

"I didn't do anything to-"

"Answer the damn question!" Raising an eyebrow, the spiky-haired male chuckled.

"You're a feisty one. All right, Minamino-kun, I'll answer your question for if you answer my question and tell me your name."

"…It's Kurama."

"Kurama…interesting. My name's Hiei. As for your mother, Kurama, she's merely unconscious. When she wakes up, I hope she divorces that sorry sack of flesh or at least tips the refrigerator on top of him." Hiei motioned to the man holding Kurama and he let the redhead go. His cheek still smarting, the boy quickly tried to find the best way out. He was fairly surrounded on all sides. He noticed Hiei watching him and scowled.

"What do you want me for?"

"Simple. Your good for nothing stepfather didn't pay his protection fee, he needs to pay. Toguro, escort our guest to his room." The man behind Kurama nodded and grabbed his shoulder, steering him in the direction of the mansion. Hiei watched them leave before sending his subordinates off to do their jobs. Then he went to look for an icepack for his cheek.

"Fuck that hurt."

I AM A LINE PLEASE IGNORE ME BECAUSE I AM NOTHING MORE THAN A LINE

Kurama stumbled and caught himself as he was shoved inside the room. Before he could glare at Toguro, the door was shut and locked from the outside.

"Great." Setting his face to impassive, the redhead began wandering around. It was lavishly decorated in red and black silk. Snorting, Kurama flopped onto the bed and closed his eyes. It was already dark outside, seeing as how Hiei had interrupted them during dinner. Rolling onto his side, Kurama debated falling asleep. Since the door was locked from the outside, anyone could come in and do god knows what to him.

And wouldn't that be wonderful. Yusuke, Kuwabara, please help me.

The door suddenly opened and Kurama leapt up, backing away from whoever it was. He was surprised to see Hiei standing there, ice pack in hand. The male looked just as surprised to see him. He turned to the hall, pointed to it, and then turned back to Kurama.

"How…when…what are you doing here?" Blinking a bit, the boy cocked his head.

"I was led here…why?"

"This is my room! What the Hell were they doing bringing you to my room?!" Crossing his arms, Kurama narrowed his eyes.

"I wonder." It took precisely three seconds for Hiei to understand what he was talking about. Ruby eyes narrowed in anger and Hiei clenched his hands into fists.

"You think I told them to bring you here?!"

"Well who else could do it? I mean, they obviously do whatever you tell them to! Lord knows you wouldn't be the first pathetic loser to try and bed me!"

"As if I'd be interested in a scrawny girl like you!"

"Nice originality. I've never been called a girl before!"

"You're the most insufferable brat I've ever come across!"

"Takes one to know one, fucker!" Outside, Karasu and Toguro stared at the door.

"…Maybe putting the red in Hiei-sama's room wasn't the best idea we've ever had." Toguro shook his head and began walking down the hall.

"Just a lovers spat." At the moment, the something slammed against the door.

"Bet you even do it with the teachers!"

"You're the fucking whore you bastard!"

"Takes one to know one, bitch!"

"I don't hear you denying it, you sorry-assed excuse for a mob boss!"

"You're gonna pay for that one brat!" Karasu looked back at the room and leaned back slightly.

"No, this was definitely a bad idea."

CRASH.

"OW!"

"Definitely a bad idea."

End of Chapter One