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Hiei is the worst tyrant the makai world has ever seen until a new fighter arrives at the palace to train as a gladiator. Can this fiery-haired slave tame the wildest yokai flame and will he have to reveal his secret to do it? Just what is his secret anyway? (Not what you're thinking!) rated for sexual content.

Pt1—Hiei

The slaves cowered in fear in a corner as their lord raged. Windows shattered and the entire building shook as if the very foundations were uprooted. No one dared to scream in fear lest Hiei take notice and turn his rage on them.

"They're pathetic! Every damn one of them! I've never been so damned disgusted at such a pitiful attempt at fighting, if you can even call it that! I have seen humans who could have done better. You lot are a disgrace to everything yokai!" The object of his anger, an armor-clad okami writhed in pain as the koorime's rant was consistently punctuated by well placed blasts of flames. Finally the shuddering mass had the decency to die. Hiei aimed a few more blasts at the yokai's carcass then stormed from the room sweating and panting.

Everything stopped as everyone scrambled to get out of His way. Those who didn't suffered burns, if they survived. Curses flowed freely from his lips as he stormed to his chamber, barely missing the slave-girls who cleaned his room. Flames broke out and devoured one instantly. The other screamed: a short, clipped sound as she realized partway through that it was probably not the best idea. Tears streamed down her face as she shivered, knowing exactly what Lord Hiei was capable of when he was angry. Her body had healed but scars remained, both physical and mental.

Slowly he turned to face her, red eyes gleaming as he took first one, then two steps towards her. Petrified she tried to tell herself to run. Maybe Hiei would be merciful and kill her instead of subject her to the all-night torture of his bed.

Without warning the heavy wooden door swung open and a blue-haired girl stepped in, placing herself between Hiei and the cowering slave-girl.

"Shoji, if you go down to the kitchen I'm sure the cook can find some errand for you to run."

"Of course my lady, right away!" She didn't dare thank her – not in front of Hiei—but she didn't have to. Her eyes said it all. She rushed out of the room.

Yukina moved over to her brother's bed, sat on the edge and pulled him down beside her.

"Anything you care to talk about?" Hiei managed to shake his head, trying desperately to control his anger in front of his sister.

"Nothing you need to worry about Yukina." Slowly Yukina wound her arm around Hiei's neck and almost immediately he felt his anger subside and his energy slowly return to normal. "Thanks." Yukina nodded and sighed.

"Hiei, she's a very nice girl." He looked up at her quizzically.

"Who is?"

"Shoji, the girl who I just sent down to the kitchen, I don't see why you treat her so badly. I like her, she's my friend. She's terrified of you, even more than many of the others. Just what did you do to her anyway?"

He tugged gently on her until he could wrap his arms around her waist. "That is also something that shouldn't trouble you. Besides she is merely a slave, property, like a toy, next to nothing. Do you understand?" Yukina nodded but it was obvious she didn't. They had had this conversation too many times and Hiei was willing to let it go. "Incidentally, little sister, I'll be gone for a few days. I need to find another gladiator; the tournament begins in three months and all of my fighters are pathetic."

"Ok. Good luck, brother." As she glided from the room she paused in the doorway. "Hiei? Could you let Shoji go? Please, for me?" He let out a sigh.

"Fine Yukina, I'll do it."

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Trembling, Shoji reached up but a voice in her mind commanded her to enter before she could knock on the door. As silently as she could manage she pushed open the door and slid in.

"Come here." She steeled herself and crossed the room. Hiei glanced up, smelling her fear.

His fingers grasped her wrist and non-too-gently drew her down beside him. Her eyes closed as he pulled off her clothes and planted hard kisses on her face. She made no sound when he squeezed her breasts or forced her to take him in her mouth. When he grew bored he forced open her legs and entered her, ramming her hard with a small display of his power until she was forced to cry out, then made get on her hands and knees and repeated the process from behind. When he finished he lay beside the shaking girl, leg swung over her and stroking her hair with a mock-tenderness. Tears sprung to her eyes as he caressed her back, buttocks and thigh.

Hiei chuckled softly at her distress then leaned forward and brushed her hair aside and replaced it with his lips. He could feel her tremble as his tongue darted over her neck. "My sister has taken a liking to you, made me promise to give you your freedom…" Her breath came out in a small gasp. Hiei's hand slipped beneath her and stroked her breast. "… and I will – just after this one last night." He turned her over so he straddled her waist, and then leaned forward to lick at her tears. "Surely you can survive one last night."

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Later, as the sun sent out its first rays, a lone yokai pitched its load into the sea, knowing that the ravenous fish yokai would take care of it and wondering who the poor girl was whose body Master Hiei had ordered him to dump.

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Shikiyo looked down at the burning rubble that was once a thriving village in contempt. They're not worth caring about. These slaves were only there to provide a cheap work force, sport and business for those who were cunning enough to get their hands on decent slaves. So far none of the ones from this village showed any real promise: nothing outstanding about a single one of them. He hated raids like these.

Suddenly a flash of red caught his eye. A young man raced towards the forest carrying something that remotely resembled a little girl. Damn he was fast!

Shikiyo signaled to his fastest fighter and gestured to the figure as it disappeared into the woods. He smiled, watching his men race after the slave-to-be. If they let this one get away he would disembowel them all.

Finally, the chase was on.

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"I'm scared!"

"I know Hana, just be as quiet as you can ok?" She nodded, then stifled a whimper. He could hear the quickening footsteps behind him. Dammit. Even at this speed they could keep up with him. He turned and headed towards the river. They didn't see it coming, none of them expected him to turn and run right at them. He raced through their midst and passed them. "Hana, you can swim right?" She nodded again.

"Why?" He sighed, but quite frankly couldn't find any other way. He knew exactly how female slaves, even one as young as Hana, were treated.

"I'm going to drop you in the river. I want you to swim to the swamp and stay there. It'll cover your scent. If I can come back for you I will but if I don't, head to your uncle's village. It isn't far."

"But what about you?" He smiled.

"I can take care of myself. Now go!" He watched as she hit the water with a large splash and waited until she resurfaced. Once he was sure she was alright he took off again, heading back to the village. 'Give those damn bastards something to chase!'

Only one caught up with him before he reached the clearing. He swore softly, then pulled a knife and with expert aim, landed it in the joint of the guy's armor. His pursuer screamed in pain and fell to one knee. He took the opportunity to relieve the man of his sword then resumed his dash to the village.

Three more met him in the remains of the village, all heavily armed. They attacked him at once. He was able to kill two, easily slicing through one's neck and running the sword to the hilt in the gut of another but the third came up from behind him. He was barely able to dodge to avoid being completely sliced open.

He gasped in pain as blood flowed from the wound to his shoulder, forcing him to switch the sword to his left hand.

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Impressed, Shikiyo watched the display beneath him. The red-head had already taken out three of his best fighters and, though he was wounded, was about to defeat the fourth. It was hard to tell what species the creature was. His cunning was astounding, probably a kitsune, but there was also a chance that his speed could be that of an okami. Shikiyo suspected that he was a cross between the two. Very few pure-breeds would lower themselves to reside among slaves.

The ground shook and Shikiyo decided that he had seen enough. This was the one. He gave the order to subdue the young man, but not to kill him. He could make a fortune off this one.

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It took close to an hour and seventeen more men lay dead before the newest addition to Shikiyo's stock lay in chains, unable to move. Shikiyo slid from his horse and admired the fighter.

"He's strong, though he doesn't look it. Moves fast and thinks faster," he rolled the slave over with a prod of his foot, "boy's pretty determined. He'll sell for big bucks now that the Lords' tournament is coming up. One of you," he called to his men, "deliver a message to Lord Hiei for me. Tell him I have something he might be interested in." He was unconscious but there was still an air about him. This was no normal half-breed, this kid who was ready to take anything Shikiyo's best fighters threw at him. "Well I'll be damned."