Hiei woke to the feeling of cold steel digging into his throat and wrists, and when he opened his eyes he saw nothing but blackness. Confused, he opened the jagan eye and found it to be utterly useless, which stumped him further. He was chained, blindfolded, and powerless. Well. This sucks, he thought.
TWANG!
"AH!" he grunted in pain. What was that? It had sounded like a bow…had someone just shot him?! He could feel the blood dripping from the wound in his abdomen and not being able to do anything about it made him feel slightly nauseous. TWANG! He sucked air through his teeth as a second arrow lodged itself in his shoulder. The force of it caused his arm to jerk downward, tugging at the restraints and nicking his wrist. He grimaced. What the heck was going on?
"Tee hee…you're so cute when you're in pain, little jaganshi." A silken voice murmured from the darkness. Hiei's head snapped over in the direction of the voice and he winced a little as the metal collar dug in deeper.
"Who are you?" he growled. The voice laughed menacingly.
"Oh, that matters not. What does matter is that for every hour your comrade's don't come to rescue you, your pain will worsen. And if they aren't here in two days, I will torture you until you die. Your friends should be receiving my invitation any moment now, and then we wait."
A fist made contact with Hiei's jaw suddenly and he grunted in surprise. He felt his lip begin to bleed. Again and again his jaw was struck, and his rage gave way to a sense of helplessness the likes of which he'd never felt before. The pain began to lessen as he felt himself slip back into unconsciousness.