Title: Interrogate
Author: CanaanAlshea
Summary: No One Could Break Yoko Kurama...
Warning for some torture. Not anymore graphic than my previous work.
I thought the man looked a little too much like the men they show in television commercials, the ones meant to sell you Rogaine and headache medications. Hardly intimidating ; someone I saw everyday in human world. I smiled, cocked my head, "Are you really the best they could come up with?"
He grinned, showing a fake tooth; some would find it believable, "You have no idea what I am," he stood across from me, all brawn, "what I can do to you, boy."
I sent him my own smirk, flicking my head to rid my shoulder of the white hair that had been tickling me. "Boy..." I nodded, looking up, contemplating, "an interesting word to use, considering how many years I am your senior...boy."
My ears twitched of their own accord, as they always did when I felt playful. Some might call it a dead give away, a cue to run from me.
When his fist met my face, I cackled, spitting blood onto his clean sleeves. I shook my head, bit my lip to split it for him, "Is that all?" I licked the wound I made, "How pathetic."
These people...they had hunted down the infamous Yoko Kurama. They thought they could get me to tell secrets not even my buried comrades knew; who I had stolen from, where most of it was stashed, why I did it... How foolish.
After all, one does not live for thousands of years by being weak or easily persuaded. "I warn you now child," I hissed, still grinning, a casual observer, "that anything you do to me, I have done to others, to myself. Likely hundred fold. There is no pain I have not endured."
And when he ripped a fair number of my claws out, to keep as souveneirs...I shook my head, cracking my neck and inspecting the raw, bloody nubs of my fingers.
"These will grow back," I smiled serenely.
And when he threatened to cut my ear off, I twitched it at him, laughing like a madman, tail swishing along the floor. "I do not fear pain nor death," I whispered, "so tell me...what is there to hold now?" I cackled as his fists met my face, chest, stomach; never the same place twice, to extend the pain. I knew these tricks well, had perfected them over the years.
When he broke my shoulder, I twisted it, listening to the joint cracking over and over again. I savored the sweat beading upon his brow.
I relished the look on his face, the look of one knowing that there is no turning back.
"Oh my dear boy," I held his face in my bloody hands, "You have no idea what demon you have captured." The smell of fear made me feel drunk.
...
How pretty he looked without his eyes. I heard the guards, their footsteps echoing quieter as they made their retreat; they screamed in fear of The White Devil. How right they were. I popped my shoulders back into place, seeds beneath my remaining claws, waiting. After all, waiting was half the fun. And Kuronue waited for me at the rendezvous.
Oh the other half? The look on their faces when they realized I had won.
I would never tire of this game.