I'm finally editing this and by editing I mean completely redoing the first chapter since it doesn't make any sense with the rest of the fic. I guess originally it was only supposed to be a one shot, but since it's advanced so far I figure I should redo this part, enjoy! I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho

Kurama sat there tears running down his face. He was left naked in bed after Yomi was satisfied. Yet again the blind lord had refused to say a word to him before redressing and leaving the room.

What did he do so wrong that Yomi hated him for it?

About a month ago

Yomi had been acting different lately. He seemed too concerned with his work and how his army was. It was becoming an obsession, Kurama barley ever saw him. So tonight at dinner Kurama decided he would breach the subject.

Kurama wobbled awkwardly to the main dining hall he was 8 months pregnant and it was starting to become a task to do anything gracefully.

Kurama sat down across from Yomi's spot at the table, the rightful place of Yomi's mate. Yomi entered soon after talking to one of his many advisors.

Kurama sighed and interrupted the two.

"Would it be too much to ask for work not to be discussed at the dinner table?"

Yomi turned his head and acknowledged his mate and dismissed his advisor. He then walked over to his mate and bent over and kissed his neck while rubbing his swollen stomach.

"How is my future ruler, you haven't been doing anything strenuous have you?"

Yomi questioned Kurama seriously. Yomi would never admit it out load but he wanted a male kit, Kurama wasn't Yoko but at least his body could provide him with entertainment and a decent heir. But he would never let Kurama in on that little secret unless he had to. He smirked as Kurama snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Of course not love I would never do anything to endanger our kit."

Kurama said holding his belly protectively.

"Of course not love I just worry."

Yomi said as sat down and the servants brought out dinner. About halfway through eating Kurama decided to bring up Yomi's over working problem.

"Yomi you know with a kit on the way you'll have more responsibilities as a father and my mate."

"Yes what of them?"

"Well with how much you have been working on assorted wars you haven't had much time for much else. I don't really mind but I need you to help me once the kit comes."

Yomi stopped eating and snarled at his mate.

"Why do you need my help you have the maids and servants for that. Don't drag me down with menial task like raising a kit. Also you are my mate do not ever order me around if I want to work until my limbs fall off and your human body deteriorates I will do it without your incessant whining. Good mates don't talk back."

Most of this was said in an icy cold tone.

Kurama's eyes started to fill with angry tears.

"How can you say that? Don't you love me?"

Yomi sighed if Kurama continued to work himself up he might hurt the kit. As much as he didn't care about his mates mental state he did care about the health of his future heir, since Shura turned out to be less then worthy.

"Kurama it's not that I don't care about you I'm just trying to make a better realm for our kit to rule over. So naturally I'm stressed, I am sorry for snapping at you my love. But I have a meeting I have to attend for the sake of you and our kit."

Yomi kissed Kurama on the head and backed away.

"Of course my love, I sorry for getting so worked up."

Kurama smiled at Yomi and Yomi breathed a sigh of relief and walked out of the room.

Kurama was left with his thoughts.

"The hormones are just getting to me I'm overreacting. Everything Yomi does is in my best interest. Right?"

With that Kurama decided not to bring up the topic of Yomi virtually ignoring him.

A month later

Kurama had a beautiful baby girl. Yomi was less than pleased the chauvinistic pig had been anticipating a male heir.

Kurama had named her Mana.

"Mana will make a beautiful powerful queen. Isn't that right my love?"

Kurama said while smiling and playing with Mana's little hands. He didn't see Yomi snarling and walking away.

After that all Yomi did was work and didn't even talk to Kurama even when the redhead tried to approach him. Yomi just pretended he didn't exist unless of course he was satisfying his lust.

Kurama just couldn't take the silence anymore and made a blade out of vines and stabbed his wrist and the world started to get fuzzy and then black.

There you go ladies and gents. Hope it's a little more understandable.