So I'm really just putting this up to get some feedback. I'm planning for it to be a Hiei story, but who knows. There's not even a guarantee that there will be a 2nd chapter! It all depends if people read or review. Ok, this was originally in second person (because I'm used to writing on quizilla), but I didn't really like the flow, so I switched to first. The title is supposed to mean "Never Lovely" and all of my Japanese is from Google Translator. So...Yeah. Footnotes at the bottom. I don't own YYH and I will make absolutely $0 in profit from this.

My name is Suteki*. It means "lovely." My father unknowingly gave it to me right before he tossed me into a river. The name is a curse. I killed my mother by coming into this world, and my father hated me for it.

"Live. Live and cling to the fact that you will bring death and destruction wherever you go. Let it consume your heart and fill you with terror. You are an ugly beast.

Anata ga suteki ni naru koto wa arimasen."**

I was five days old, and like most demons I was aware by this point. I remember crying and reaching out to him.

I didn't kill Mother on purpose. Why are you looking at me so harshly? Why are you saying these things? It's so cold…

Then I remember floating downstream. Thrashing around, praying someone would save me. After what seemed like ages, my prayers were answered. Enma himself seemed to be watching over me. I was so relieved. I remember Master picking me up by my foot and examining me before bringing me to his temporary camp. From then on I was raised by the camp girls. No one ever stayed for long; they were sold off to demon lords and other officials. I learned not to get attached very quickly. Until I could speak Master simply called me On'na. When he finally asked me what I wished to be called and heard the answer, he laughed harshly.

"Suteki? A little river rat named lovely!? Hilarious! Well go fetch me some more sake, Suteki!"

Life with Master wasn't terrible, seeing as how I was alive. The physical and verbal abuse was what I deserved. I had a meal every now and then, relatively clean water to drink, and somewhat of a shelter over my head. The only thing I never figured out was why Master kept me around. I never questioned it though, for I knew what happened to the girls that were sold. The lucky ones became parts of harems, where the attention was sometimes drawn from them to another member. The unfortunate ones, which were most, became slaves doomed to a life of abuse no one could save them from. That was one thing Master taught everyone under his care: There are no heroes. No Prince Charming will ever save you.

Today is eighteen years from the day I was fished from a river in Makai. While I am grateful for the life I have, I am terrified of what today will bring…

/(P.O.V. Change)\

"Okay, this one is a pretty simple case. I just need you to go in and take out this slave trader. His name is Hiraku.*** He's been kidnapping women and selling them off as sex slaves to nobles. Now—"

"What!? How long has this been going on!? Why didn't you tell us sooner!? This guy should be dead already! Come on guys! Let's go kill this trash!" Kuwabara stomped out the door, only to sulk back in a second later, remembering that he had no idea where he was going.

"Yes… As I was saying," The baby Koenma continued, "We were finally able to get a lock on his general location in the Makai. We've been trying to track him for over 25 years, and we kept tabs on the women that he's dealt with. It seems as though he's sold most, if not all, of them already and we are getting them back to their families as we speak.

"I'll open a portal directly 2 miles east of his expected campsite, all you have to do is go in and arrest him. We aren't sure what kind of demon he is so be careful. Just make this quick so this can all be over." Koenma sighed and opened the portal for the four boys and watched as they jumped through.

'I have a feeling this won't be as simple as "arrest and move on" for some reason…' The toddler thought as the portal closed, and then went back to his paperwork.

/(P.O.V. Change)\

It was hard to understand why I was the only one left, but as soon as I entered Master's tent I felt I like I understood. Master was almost frantic in his movements, moving money from one place to another and packing things. When he noticed me he stopped what he was doing and a smile crawled to his lips.

"Suteki. Good. Come here." He beckoned, sitting on his camp stool.

I walked to him and bowed, only to have him grab my arm and pull me into his lap. I knew not to squirm, having been in this situation several times before. If I just went to my peaceful place it would be over in an hour or so.

"How could I let this all end without a final taste of my lovely? They're coming, you know. Right this very second they're coming to take everything you know away from you." He whispered all this in my ear as he kissed my neck. I just kept quiet and locked my eyes forward.

"Do you know why I kept you here all this time? They always tell you never to partake of your own products, but I just couldn't help myself with you, lovely. Too bad you're so hideous… Dear Suteki, do you know that your name is a lie?" He kept mumbling as he undid the crude buttons of your blouse. "So flat chested, so scrawny… You'll never be lovely, you—"

He was cut off by the flap of the tent coming open and four boys entering. I had to squint against the glare, and by the time my eyes adjusted Master was holding his dagger to my throat.

His had was grasping my short hair and tilting my head back. I felt a trickle of blood run from the dagger down my chest.

"Let her go, Hiraku, and no one will get hurt." It was one of the boys that said it, but I was already far away from the tent, in a calm place where there was nothing but light. When I was suddenly pulled from my place, all I saw was a man with black spikey hair holding a bloody katana standing over Master. I also heard a strange gurgling sound whenever I tried to breath, but after a few seconds everything slipped away…

* Sue-tech-ee

** "You will never become lovely."

*** It's supposed to mean "pioneer," not really relevant.