Kira of the Gods' Fire

by Lady Artimes Blaine

Hiei did his best to alleviate the boredom in his life, but to no avail. He returned to Human World to find a solution, but what will happen when the fates confront him with the ultimate puzzle, a walking contradiction in the form of a human woman? Will he rise to the challenge of solving the mystery of Kira Blaine or will he simply vanish into the night?

1. Chapter 1: Intrigue

Author's Rant

Lady A: Welcome to Kira of the Gods' Fire. This is a warning. This chapter is dark, brutal, and includes a major rape/lemon. Future chapters should be a little lighter, but there is a lot of darkness from both demons and humans. So if you have a weak stomach or don't like lemons, limes, and all-around ass kicking then I highly suggest that you don't read this story, but for everyone else who loves blood, gore, excessive violence, lemons and limes then proceed to Chapter One below the author's rant.

Hiei: Sounds like home.

Lady A: Don't worry, Hiei. You're the one causing most of the gore and excessive violence.

Hiei: *smirks* Excellent. Proceed woman.

Lady A: *huffs in indignity* I have a name, ya know. Its Lady A. Got it, spitfire!

Hiei: *smirk widens* Hn.

Lady A: * waves a white flag* Fine, but I will have my revenge, my little spitfire. *maniacal laughter*

Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.

Chapter One: Intrigue

Humans. Humans were all alike; weak, inferior, stupid, noisy, and disgusting. Hiei hated humans and often desired to kill them all, but even he had to admit there were some exceptions to this belief. The first is former Spirit Detective Yusuke Urameshi, who oddly enough became a demon, a mazaku. The second is Shuichi Minamino also known as Yoko Kurama, a demon trapped in a human body. The third was the old psychic, Genkai who was one of two people who could silence the former detective. The fourth is the orange haired buffoon Kazuma Kuwabara. Even Hiei had to admit there were times when the oaf was useful. The fifth was Shizuru Kuwabara, elder sister to the oaf, excellent spirit awareness, and had a way of torturing her younger brother that Hiei was fond of. Lastly is Yusuke's girlfriend, Keiko Yukimura, the only person alive that the former detective is truly afraid of. Beyond these select few, all other humans were filth and unworthy of his consideration.

Hiei raced from rooftop to rooftop. Ever since the Demon World Tournament, nothing had held his interest. Now that 'peace' had broken out, his home had become dull and boring. He did not find enjoyment in anything; his training seemed tedious, killing low class scum lacks its former luster, and even his friend and sometimes lover, Mukuro, could not hold his interest. He grit his teeth in frustration. Hiei had returned to Human World to find something, anything, to alleviate his boredom. Thus far, he had found nothing. He raced towards the nearby park in search of his favorite sakura tree. He reached the park and jumped into the trees. He silently made his way through the park until he found his tree. It was the only one in the park and it was already fully blossomed. He made one final jump and landed on one of the higher branches. He was immediately enveloped by the scent of sakura blossoms and he sighed. He had missed this tree. Demon World didn't have trees like this and even it did they would soon be covered in the stain of blood and their sweet scent would be overpowered by the stench of death. He was about to settle down when he caught sight of someone with crimson red hair on a lower branch. At first he thought it was the fox. He landed silently on the branch and saw that it was, in fact, a woman. Her crimson red hair was in a long braid coming over her left shoulder and down to her mid-thigh. She was wearing a uniform similar to Kurama's and concluded that they went to school together. She was quite beautiful by human standards, but his instincts told him that she was far more than she appeared to be. His right hand reached out on its own accord and cupped her left cheek. His eyes widened slightly when she leaned into his touch, a small smile gracing her lips. He leaned in closer and breathed in her scent. It was very much like the cherry blossoms that surrounded them, but there was another scent, almost undetectable, the scent of a forest burning. It made him feel nostalgic and remember setting the Forest of Fools aflame during his training. It was very unusual and he found it in intriguing. He was tempted to wake her, but resisted the urge. If she had beauty, it was most likely that she did not have brains. He scowled slightly as he heard five human males approaching the tree and very loudly as well. He quickly jumped to a nearby tree and hid in the dark foliage of its leaves. He saw one of the human boys pick up a stone and throw it at the red head. Her right hand reacted instantly and caught it with ease. She cracked open one eye and looked down at the boys.

"I was enjoying a nice nap, so state your business quickly and be gone." She said her voice like ice

Hiei raised an eyebrow at her statement. Her tone was like an echo of his own icy demeanor.

"Get down here, Blaine or I will have to rearrange that beautiful face of yours." The boy, no doubt the leader, threatened.

Hiei growled before he could stop himself. He didn't like that pathetic boy's threat. She cracked open the other eye and stared at the leader with a frigid boredom.

"I think not, Shintori. I do not have time for weaklings. Return once your balls have dropped." She stated closing her eyes.

Hiei chuckled silently. This Blaine woman was certainly amusing to say the least.

"Why you filthy little bitch?! Get your slutty ass down here so I can teach you some manners!" Shintori roared clearly angry.

Hiei saw her eyebrow twitch slightly at words 'bitch' and 'slutty'. She flicked the stone she had caught earlier straight at Shintori, hitting his forehead and causing a streak of blood to drip down his face.

"If you cannot dodge a simple stone then you are not worthy of my time or effort. If you do not possess speed, strength, or a brain then leave immediately and do not return until you do." She commanded her voice like the Arctic Wind.

Hiei smirked. She has guts and seems to have a good head on her shoulder. Shintori motioned for a couple of the other males to climb the tree and she sighed. She hopped gracefully the tree and landed even more beautifully on the ground. They surrounded her and she just stood there with her eyes closed. Her face appeared to be bored. Hiei gripped the branch he was kneeling on. He was angry, not at her, but at the stupid males who dared to trap her. He didn't know why he was angry, but remained still to watch the scene below him unfold.

"Alright, my filthy little slut. I'm going to bend you over and fuck you like the cheap ass whore you are." Shintori sneered coming closer.

His eyes and that of the other males were filled with lust and desire. It made Hiei so angry and that anger mixed with hatred especially for Shintori. It took all his self-control to not slaughter the vile human boys. The woman opened her eyes and Hiei felt like a bucket of freezing water had been dropped on his head. The woman was giving Shintori a death glare so powerful that even Hiei was affected and he wasn't even on the receiving end.

"I think it's about time you learn your place." She stated a cold anger soaking into every word.

He watched her right foot come up so fast that if he had blinked he would have missed it. Her kick landed squarely under Shintori's chin and sent him flying into the nearby pond. The boy was unconscious with only one blow. She put her leg back down and the other humans charged at her. She jumped and flipped out of the way. She smirked when they collided with each other. Hiei chuckled as the boys tried to untangle themselves, once accomplished they charge at her one by one. She dodged every blow, every kick, every punch and did it with very little movement. Hiei realized she was conserving her energy while they were busy wasting theirs. She was a capable fighter and a decent tactician. He watched in amusement as she kicked one boy only for him to collide with the one behind and effectively knocking both out. One boy grabbed onto her ankle and her sapphire eyes took on an evil glint. She kicked him with her other leg, landed on her hands, kicked once more before flipping back to her feet. Said boy was now unconscious and crumpled into a heap like a rag doll. The last boy rushed recklessly towards her. She smirked and hit him square in the jaw. The force of the impact made him spin a few times before face-planting at her feet out cold. She straightened up out her attack posture and brushed the dirt from her hands.

"Amateurs." She stated before walking away from the idiotic males, who were still out cold.

Hiei watched as she made her way towards the park's exit. He followed the woman, jumping from tree to tree. He had to admit that watching her fight had the most entertaining experience he has had in years and that was saying something. For a woman, she was an excellent fighter, seemed to have a code of honor, and could deliver death glares better than he could. She stopped walking and waited. Hiei came to a stop in a tree near her. What was she doing? Was she waiting for someone? For some reason, Hiei was irritated that she could be waiting for someone, perhaps a male someone. She turned towards the tree he was hiding in, her sapphire eyes warm and bright. Why were they so different from mere moments ago?

"You can come out now." She said.

He was certain that she couldn't see him, but he couldn't rule out the possibility of her sensing him. It just added another intricate layer to the puzzle that was she. He jumped from the tree and landed a short distance from her. Her sapphire eyes sparkled with amusement and curiosity.

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Kira felt the strange heat emanating from the man in front of her. He was about an inch taller than she was. He had black, gravity defying, hair with a white starburst in front. His dark crimson eyes were cold, but she saw the fire burning behind it. She also saw that her curiosity was reflected in his eyes. He was dressed in a black cloak, black pants, and black boots. There was a white scarf around his neck that accented the entire look. Based on looks, he was absolutely gorgeous, but what was his personality? She had called him out to thank him for waking her earlier. If he hadn't, she would have been hit by that rock that Shintori had thrown at her. She smiled softly at him.

"Thank you." She said grinning inwardly at his surprised expression.

"Why are you thanking me, woman?" He asked coldly.

She smirked inwardly. He had spunk and exuded an air of superiority. He was a warrior and if she had to guess, a damn good one. His entire presence screamed strength while his attire was screaming stealth and possibly speed. He certainly was a puzzle. She liked a challenge and every fiber of his being was demanding that she try, but she simply ignored it.

"Your presence earlier woke me up enough to catch that rock, so thank you." She explained walking towards him.

She watched him tense and stopped when there was about a foot between them. At this distance she could feel the heat of his body dancing across her bare skin.

"Hn." He replied looking away.

With lightning speed, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. When she pulled back, he was glaring at her, but she made note of a faint blush on his cheeks.

"A show of gratitude." She stated turning to leave.

She waved with her back to him and walked away.

"Until next time, my little spitfire." She said smiling at her boldness.

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Hiei stared after the woman until she was no longer in his sight. He reached up and touched his cheek where she had kissed him. He remembered the warmth of her lips on his skin and he shivered, not in disgust but because he enjoyed and he was craving more of her touch. He didn't understand why he was craving more, but he was. She was human, one of the vile, disgusting creatures he hated and yet he couldn't think of her like that. It felt like an insult on the highest level. He lowered his hand and ran to catch up to her. He will understand what is happening, damn it. It didn't take long for him to find her again. Her eyes were warm, a smile on her lips, and her hips swaying provocatively. He was temporarily hypnotized by the short skirt fluttering slightly. He shook his head and wondered why she was so happy. Did he cause her happiness? He growled. It wasn't like he cared or not, he was just curious. She walked into an alley and he followed closely. His eyes narrowed when her smile vanished and her eyes became cold once more. He shifted his gaze to the eight men standing in front of her, blocking her path. Hiei felt his anger rise again. Their bodies reeked with lust and it made him feel sick to his stomach. They looked at the red head and all had the same idea running through their vile minds. A growl resonated deep from within his chest and Hiei's hand twitched towards his sword.

"Well what do we have here? What's a pretty looking thing like you walking alone in an alley? Don't you know it's dangerous?" The dark haired man at the front asked.

Either spokesman or the leader, either one Hiei wanted to kill him. Four of his associates behind her effectively cutting off her escape route. Hiei placed his right hand on the hilt of his sword. He'll kill the bastards before they harm her. The woman simply looked at him with a bored expression. Did she not have any inclination for self-preservation?

"Keh. Not much of a talker, huh? Don't worry, you'll be screaming soon enough." He stated grasping her chin.

Hiei was about to intervene when the woman raised her hand, covered the male's wrist, and snapped it backwards. Hiei heard the crack as she broke the man's wrist. Said male howled and staggered back in pain.

"You'll pay for that bitch!" One of the henchmen snapped.

"Oh she'll pay alright. She'll pay with that smoking hot body. Who's up for some gang banging?!" Another said.

"Get her." The man with the broken wrist ordered.

Hiei watched in amazement as she twisted, broke, and pounded her attackers into oblivion. All of them now had broken wrists, arms, ankles, legs, or a few broken ribs. Two had broken noses while another was clutching his groin in pain. The leader of the men was on his butt trying to crawl backwards away from her as she approached.

"Stay away from me, you little freak!" He yelled clearly terrified.

Hiei saw intense pain flash through her eyes before quickly becoming filled with anger, disgust, and pure hatred. She raised her leg and slammed the heel of her foot into the man's groin with such force that several pops and cracks were heard. The man screamed in agony so intense that Hiei had to cover his ears. She slammed her heel into his groin a few more times and the screams intensified. Hiei was absolutely certain that man would never reproduce let alone bed a woman ever again. The woman left the group of men writhing in agony and walked away. Hiei quickly followed. He thought about that vile human had said. He called her a 'little freak' which apparently caused her a pain so great that she inflicted an equal amount of pain on him. The look of pure hatred she had when she had destroyed his manhood was unnerving. It was like she had been swallowed up by the darkness. He had a feeling there was more to that little display of cruelty. He reached into her mind with his Jagan only to be repelled instantly. Her mental barriers were incredible. Still, he didn't like the fact the she had been in pain. If she hadn't practically killed the guy, he would have gone back and tortured the stinking bastard himself, but he was more than happy with her version of retribution. The woman came to a stop in front of a small gate. I looked like it led into some sort of gated park. She opened it and went inside. There were trees everywhere so it made it easier for him to follow her. She continued walking until she reached a giant sakura tree, but this one had pale blue blossoms instead of the pink ones at the park. The sakura tree was located quite close to the house. It was two stories tall and looked more like a manor than a house. Hiei realized that this must be her home. He watched as she walked up to the sakura tree and placed her right hand on its bark. She stroked the tree lovingly, a sad smile on her lips. The pain he had seen earlier dimmed in comparison to the pain that was in her eyes now. She looked almost like she was haunted by her past, a very painful one at that. Hiei felt a sharp pain in his chest like he had been stabbed, but he wasn't injured. So where the heck was the pain coming from?

"I'm not a freak." She whispered leaning her head against the bark and closed her eyes.

He had heard the pain in her voice, but there was so much more. He couldn't name all the emotions in those few words because he had never experienced them and had no knowledge of them. Her hand gripped the bark and it looked like she was battling inside herself. Finally her face returned to a more solemn expression and she sighed. It seemed that she was able to gain control of her emotions and lock them back up. She entered the house and Hiei jumped into the sakura tree. He watched as light came on in the room nearest to the tree. It was her bedroom and the tree had a perfect view. He sat down out of sight on one of the higher branches and got comfortable.

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Kira trudged through her house and up to her bedroom. She changed out of her uniform into a short sleeved white shirt and dark blue night shorts. She perched on her bed and ran through the events up the afternoon. Shintori and his gang of idiots, her little spitfire, and then those freaking bastards that had to say something to bring up her past. She had finally gotten rid of her nightmares and those damn morons brought all those horrible memories flooding back. Damn her photographic memory. She clenched her teeth and hastily pushed those memories back in their box and sealed it shut. She didn't have to worry about that anymore. She was no longer smack dab in the middle of those dark times. She was free and she'll be damned if she allows them to haunt her again. She had gone a little overboard on that one guy, but damn it, he deserved it, the creep. She exited her bedroom and headed for the back door. There was only one place she would get any peace of mind. She walked outside and watched as the last rays of sunlight dipped beneath the horizon.

"Twilight. My favorite time of day." She said quietly, admiring the time when it was neither light nor dark.

She walked over to her favorite tree. It was filled to capacity with pale blue blossoms. She sat down, rested her back against the trunk, stretched out her legs, and snuggled into its roots. This tree held a strange power over her. It always calmed her mind and heart, giving her a sense of peace and tranquility. Her mind filled with images of her drop-dead gorgeous little spitfire. She chuckled softly.

"My little spitfire. It's too bad I didn't get a name to go with that handsome face of his. At least, he didn't look at me like some sort of monster like everyone else does. I wish I could see him again." She spoke her thoughts aloud.

She let the memories of her encounter with that dark and handsome spitfire play through her head. He really was quite the looker. Even though his eyes were cold, they held a deep curiosity. He had been curious about her and it made her smile. His curiosity and her own were sparked simultaneously. Night was quickly falling and the air began to chill, but Kira felt so warm. It was just like the warmth she had felt from him. She closed her eyes and focused her mind. There was a strange heat almost like fire coming from somewhere in the branches above her. She chuckled once more and her eyes opened. So, her little spitfire had followed her home, huh? She relaxed, relishing the warmth he was emitting. Her eyes drifted close and sleep slowly claimed her. For once in her life, she felt completely safe and protected.

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Hiei jumped down and knelt on the ground on her right side. Judging from her peaceful expression and the gentle rise and fall of her chest, she was fast asleep. He thought about the words she had spoken earlier. She thought he was handsome and wanted to see him again. That made him feel oddly proud and a little happy. He glanced at her face and his eyebrows knitted in confusion. Why would he look at her like she was a monster? Why would anyone for that matter? She was more of an angel and he was a monster, so why? Why did she say that? He didn't understand the pain she felt earlier or the deep hatred that rose in her at that vile human's words. It was such a violent and cruel reaction to such simple words. He reached forward and cupped her cheek. This time of his own free will and was not surprised when she once again leaned into his touch.

"My little spitfire…" She mumbled her lips brushing against his palm.

Once again he shivered at the contact. Why did he feel pleasure from such a simple touch? She was dreaming about him and his chest filled with pride and a fair amount of joy. He couldn't understand why he was reacting the way he was. All these emotions were not making sense. He hates humans and he hates women even more. He should just kill her and be done with it. The moment the thought crossed his mind, he felt intense pain in his chest, a not so healthy portion of anger directed towards himself, and an overwhelming crash of despair in his soul. The thought of her lifeless body covered in blood, her once vibrant sapphires empty and void, her blood staining his clothes and hands, his sword sticking out of her chest dripping in blood, and her skin cold and pale. It was so sickening to envision. He entire being was aching in loss, revulsion, and a whole lot of guilt. He clutched his chest with his left hand while his right never left her face. The emotions he was feeling were so strong that it nearly destroyed his control over his demon powers. He quickly dismissed the idea of killing her and slowly regained control over himself. Once he was certain that he had control again, he moved his left hand from his chest and stroked her cheek gently. Her smile grew and her cheeks flushed. He liked it when she smiled and even more when her cheeks became rosy and warm. He was snapped out of his thought when her body began to shiver. Night had fully fallen and the temperature was dropping quickly. If she remained outdoors for much long she ran the risk of becoming ill. She whimpered slightly when he removed his hands from her face. He smirked. She enjoyed his touch, did he? He was tempted to test just how much she enjoyed it, but opted for getting her into her bed before she became too cold. He carefully lifted her into his arms, her head resting under his chin. He called forth his fire nature and warmed the around her. He heard and contented sigh escape her lips. His smirk grew and he walked into the house, carried her up the stairs to her bedroom, and gently slipped her beneath the covers of her bed. Again she whimpered when she no longer felt his body next to hers. He actually smiled. He wanted to laugh but didn't want to wake her. While she slept, Hiei exited her bedroom and explored the house. The manor was more of Western architecture with a few minor Eastern modifications to give it some flair. Each room seemed to have sort of theme or color scheme and flowed easily from one room to another. After twenty minutes of exploring, Hiei frowned. He had detected no other scent but hers. He felt certain that she would have a family or perhaps friends, but there were no traces of any other scents. She had been living alone for at least a year, maybe more, but why was she alone? Humans were social creatures by nature and usually had one significant other like a parent, a sibling, or a friend, but she had no one. There were no pictures of family and friends, no tokens of affection, no items with sentimental value, but there were a few trophies and certificates for achievements she had done. They all seem school related, but there was nothing truly personal in the whole house. Her bedroom seems to be her sanctuary, a place of refuge and safety. Hiei had a feeling that something horrible happened in this house. The walls seemed to radiate with unseen sorrow and emptiness. By the realms, what happened to her? His heart stopped when he heard her scream in anguish and terror. He raced through the manor, his heart racing, fear coursing through his entire being. He entered her bedroom and went to her side. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that she was fine, but what had made her scream? Why is her face twisted in horror and fear? He then realized she was having a nightmare, a very gruesome one apparently. He uncovered his Jagan and called on its power to transport his mind into her dreams.

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*Dream Sequence* *Warning: Rape/Lemon Starts Now!*

Kira ran through the manor trying desperately to escape. Her bare feet thudded on the wooden floor, the sounds echoing through the house. In the pit of her stomach, she knew she couldn't escape, but she kept on running. She ran down the stairs and into the main hallway. She ran towards the front door only to be grabbed from behind by a tall woman with wavy blonde hair, her foster mother. The blonde ripped away Kira's shirt and bra and grasped her breasts tightly.

"Did you think you could get away? We adopted you, took you into our home, and raised you. You have a debt to pay, little monster." The blonde hissed in her ear.

Her foster mother began to pull and twist her nipples. Kira bit her lip to prevent her yelling in pain.

"Please let me go." Kira whimpered trying to get free.

"We can't let you go, you little freak. We own you and we'll make certain that no one will want a slutty little bitch like you." A deep baritone voiced man said, her foster father.

Kira watched him as he approached, his eyes filled with an evil lust. She struggled harder only to yelp in pain as her foster mother dug her nails into Kira's breasts. Her foster father bent and began suckling her breasts, teasing and nipping them. He then ripped away her skirt and undies and knelt down. He spread her legs and placed his head in between her thighs. His tongue licked her clitoris and delved deeper inside her. She didn't want this, she never wanted this, but they always did this. Every day it was the same; the beatings, the torture, the rape. Every day for over eleven years, it was the same. Her foster father stood and began rubbing her clit. Her eyes filled with unshed tears.

"Cry, scream, and beg all you want, but it will never end. You owe us every day you have lived here and your debt has piled up. You will earn your keep." He said sliding his fingers inside her.

Tears flowed down her face and she began to squirm, trying to get free, but he would have none of that. He slapped her with his free hand and plunged his fingers deeper and more speed and thrust.

"Please…stop." She begged her voice barely above a whisper.

They chuckled darkly.

"No one cares about you, no one loves you, and no one will come for you. You are alone and no one is going to save you." Her foster mother whispered licking her neck.

Kira knew that no one would come, because there wasn't anyone in her life. Her body felt like ice, cold and unresponsive, but she couldn't give up, not yet. She won't just lay down and take it. She has to fight, fight to survive, to exist, to be free of this pain. She focused the last of her strength, snapped her head back and hit her foster mother and kneed her foster father in the stomach. She ran towards the back door as quickly as she could, but didn't make it very far. Her foster father tackled her to the ground and she landed on her stomach. He placed all of his weight on top of her and crushed the air of her lungs. He lifted her onto her hands and knees and reached around, in between her thighs and shoved his fingers in hard while he used his other hand to keep her still.

"Stupid little whore." The blonde said moving to stand in front of Kira.

She sat down, spread open her legs, and jerked Kira's head in between her thighs. Her foster father exposed his member and rubbed it along her clit. Kira's tears came faster and with a renewed force when she realized that there was nothing she could do. Her energy was spent and she had nothing left to fight them with. Her foster father shoved his member in hard, the force making Kira scream in anguish and pain. When she did so, her foster mother planted her face into her clit. He pumped her mercilessly, each thrust driving Kira's head further and further into the blonde's clit. She tried to use her hands to move away but her foster father grabbed them and held them behind her. Kira refused to do what her foster mother wanted and she was slowly suffocating for her decision. The tears continued to pour down her face, the pain of her body and the burning of her lungs was intensifying. She was going to die, but she would rather die than have her body be used like some toy.

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Hiei raced through the darkness of her mind. He had run across several barriers, each stronger than the last. Even asleep, the woman had this many barriers around her mind? No wonder he couldn't read her mind earlier that afternoon. He had to admit that he respected her more. Very few have the capacity to block the power of the Jagan and she seemed to do it instinctually. All the barriers he had run across were naturally developed through focus and training. She probably didn't even realize she had been doing it, but he still respected her. Hiei collided with an invisible wall, another barrier. He frowned. This barrier was much stronger than the rest and was forcibly made. It was either to keep something in or keep something out. Either way, this barrier was more powerful than all the other barriers combined. She was close, he could feel it. She was beyond this barrier. He had a horrible feeling that he wasn't going to like what he found on the other side. He drew his sword and summoned the darkness flame. It swirled around the sword as he jumped. It cut through the barrier and was surrounded by a bright light. When the light faded he was in the manor, her bedroom specifically. It was strange. This place didn't feel like a dream more like a memory, but he felt a strange energy coursing through the fabric of its reality. The memory was being brought to the surface by an external force. He growled and ran through the manor in search of the red head. When he entered the hallway, he froze in shock. The woman was being raped by an older male and older female.

"Come on, you little freak. You have to breathe at some point." The blonde woman said keeping the red head in between her legs.

"Admit it, you slutty bitch. You love this cock. Yeah…take it, my little monster." the older male stated groaning in pleasure.

Hiei realized that she had lived through this, endured it, and was being forced to relive it. She was covered in bruises so he knew that she had fought like hell to get away. For a few moments, all he could do was stare, shocked by what he had learned. He looked down at her face and saw that her eyes were filled with terror and helplessness. Tears were flowing steadily down her face with no signs of stopping. Her tears were his undoing. Something snapped inside him. He raced forward and dragged the blonde away from the red head's face. She gasped, coughed, and sputtered for air. He used his sword sliced the blonde to pieces, blood splattering everywhere, her dismembered limps erupting into black flames and turning to ash. He quickly detached the male from the woman and castrated him, relishing his screams of agony and pain before chopping his body into chunks and setting them ablaze with the darkness flame. His demonic energy and that of the darkness flame purge her mind of the energy forcing her to relive these memories before turning around to check on her. He saw her attempting to sit up, but collapsing before she could. She kept trying despite her state of exhaustion and the pain she must be feeling. He marveled at the strength of her will. Finally snapped out his daze, sheathed his sword, and helped her sit up. She looked up at him in disbelief and wonder.

*End Rape/Lemon*

"Who are you?" She asked her voice hoarse from near suffocation.

"Hiei. You?" He responded removing his cloak and helping her into it.

He wrapped the white scarf around her waist to keep the cloak in place.

"Kira." She answered swaying slightly.

He brought her to his chest and wrapped his arms around her.

"How old are you?" He asked.

He needed answers, but he hated asking.

"Seventeen." She answered.

"Who were they?" He asked.

"My foster parents." She answered quietly.

"How long were they…?" He started hesitating.

A fresh batch of tears rolled down her face and she sobbed into his chest.

"Since they adopted me at the age of four." She answered his unfinished question.

Hiei inwardly swore. She had to endure it for over ten years at least maybe more. He knew that she had been alone for at least one year maybe two, but that didn't make it any less gruesome. He lifted her into his arms and the manor vanished, only to be replaced by the garden. He set her down at the base of the sakura tree. She looked up at him and he felt his heart thump wildly in his chest.

"Thank you for saving me." She said smiling.

Her tears hadn't stopped. He knelt down and brushed them away. Seeing her cry was made him feel like he was dying inside.

"Stop crying, woman." He paused, wrestling with his emotions before continuing, "It hurts to see you cry."

Her eyes filled with warmth unlike anything he had ever seen and he blushed slightly. She wiped away her tears and smiled at him.

"No more crying. They are not worth my tears." She stated her voice filled with determination and her eyes blazing like fire.

He smiled slightly. That was the woman he knew. He stood and turned to leave. She grabbed his hand and glanced back.

"Will I see you again?" She asked her eyes filled with hope.

He nodded. Her eyes lit up with joy and she grinned happily. He felt his heart flutter and he blushed once more. He quickly turned and walked away, vanishing.

*End Dream Sequence*

Hiei's mind returned to his body and he crumpled to the floor. He was panting heavily, his body drained. It had taken a great deal of his power undo whatever spell was placed upon Kira. He swore he found the bastard that forced her to relive those dark times and kill him very, very slowly. His breathing evened out and his vision cleared. His eyes grew wide as he saw a black tear stone fall to the floor. It had come from his Jagan eye which closed itself. He picked up the stone and stared at it. The darkness flame burned within. Why? Why did the Jagan shed a tear stone? The dragon roared in his mind and Hiei was enveloped by a vision. Before him was Kira, she was smiling. His dragon burst free from his arm and gently wrapped around Kira. She smiled at the dragon and pet it lovingly. She smiled at Hiei and the dragon butted its head against Kira's, making her laugh. The vision faded and Hiei stared at the tear stone. The Dragon of the Darkness Flames has claimed Kira. It wants to protect her, but more than that. It wants her to be happy and it created a tear stone for Kira, so she could bare its mark. He was so astounded by his dragon's behavior that when Kira began to stir, he was startled. He quickly opened the window and jumped into the sakura tree. He sat near the top of the tree where the branches and trunk maybe a small valley big enough for three or four people to sit comfortably. He laid down on his back and lifted the tear stone. He would need to give this to her, but how?

Author's Rant

Lady A: That's it for Chapter One. I know it's an odd place to stop it but kinda necessary for the next chapter.

Kira: Hiei is so sweet!

Hiei: Hn. *glares at Kira*

Kira: *chuckles* Don't worry, we get to see more of each other in the next chapter and you get to meet my best friend.

Hiei: Hn. *walks away*

Kira: Hey, don't walk away from me when I'm talking to you! *follows him*

Lady A: *sighs* They have a long way to go. Anyways Review! More reviews, more chapters! Flames will be laughed at.