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Warnings- Angst, Language, Violence, Implied Rape
They're laughing again. They're always laughing. That laughing has haunted my dreams for years. The cold, malicious cackling of those sick sadistic bastards, that have kept me they're prisoner in this dark depressing cavern. They have me bound with spiritual wards that drain me of my youki. I'm chained in the dark. I'm alone. I'm always alone. The loneliness is driving me mad. I'm cold and long for the warmth of him. I miss the intoxicating smell of him. He smelt like wisps of smoke on the wind. I miss his tender touch, his crooked half smile that I adored so much. They killed him. They delight in reminding me, but that isn't necessary since I watched them do it. They wanted to break my spirit, to bend me to their will. They want my powers. They want the knowledge that I possess. But they will never have it. I will die first. Death. I long for death. At least in death I will be able to rest, I will be with him again. I wish I had never met him. If we had never met then he would still be alive. It's entirely my fault.
"Wake up you fucking little bitch!"
It's them again. They've come to torture me again, however it will yield the same results as always. I retreat to the sanctuary of my mind before they start they start the torture. I refuse to show any emotion during these torture sessions. I refuse to give them that kind of satisfaction. Then it starts and I just let the pain wash over me as they hold me down and press their bodies up against mine. As they tortured me again they started to laugh.
Hours later
"My lord the torture of the prisoner is over and she still refuses to agree to the ceremony. She is a stubborn one. We have kept her a prisoner here for years and we are no closer to achieving our objective. Is it worth it my lord?"
The lord of the land merely looked at his second in command as if he had succumbed to insanity. How could this weak-minded fool ask such a thing? Of course they needed the little waif. She was a rare find indeed. Her unusual powers and knowledge of the forbidden and secret arts were invaluable. He would see her broken before the month was out. His thin lifeless lips curled into a cruel smile as he imagined her bowing before him. He absently drummed his long skeletal fingers on the arm of his throne. His cold black eyes narrowed as if he had just come to a decision about something. He gracefully got up off of his throne without so much as a backward glance at the young man who had dared to question his methods. He would deal with him later. Right now he was on his way to speak with the prisoner.
When he opened the door to her cell he saw a dark form in the corner of the room. The prisoner was curled up in a fetal position with her eyes closed. She was still chained at the wrists and ankles by thick steel and the spiritual wards still bound her powers and strength. As he looked at her sleeping form he couldn't help but notice how lovely she was. Her long silver blue hair was the color of a frozen lake. Her bruised and cut skin was the color of frosted ivory. Her small body was battered and bloody. She was strong willed and the perfect picture of defiance yet as she slept she looked like a lost, lonely, vulnerable child. Abruptly his expression turned cold and cruel, he strode over to her and kicked her hard in the chest.
The violent action woke her up and she immediately sat up. She coughed and blooded now stained her severely cracked lips. She glared at him with such loathing and defiance that he slapped her hard across her cheek. She coughed again and spat the excess blood out of her mouth. He smirked at her actions. Her reached out to grab a large fistful of her frost colored hair and brought her face scant inches away from his. When he spoke his voice came out as a low hiss.
"I am loosing my patience with you my stubborn angel. You will do as I say or so help me you will wish for death."
"I do with for death and no matter what you do to me, you will never get what you want!" she shot back with disdain.
What he did next shocked her to her core. He harshly covered her mouth with his in a bruising kiss. She tried to push him away, but for all her efforts she couldn't budge him for her attempts seemed to arouse him that much more. He was too strong. He then thrust his tongue inside her mouth.
When he thrust his tongue inside my mouth all that I wanted to do was retch. I felt the bile rise in my throat. This was the bastard that held me captive. This was the unfeeling asshole that killed him. My only friend. My love. I would not allow this abomination to happen. Mustering all the strength that I had left I bit down hard on his tongue. I tasted his blood and felt him struggle against me. I felt him start to pull away, but I still held his tongue between my teeth. I heard his muffled scream of pain and allowed myself a small smile of satisfaction. I would bite his tongue off if I had to. In retaliation he placed his hands around my neck and started to cut off my air supply. He was strangling me. I gasped of air and released his tongue. He gave me a look of such loathing that I shrank away from him in fear. He then proceeded to beat me unmercifully. He got up and left me in a bloody mess. Before he had left my cell he turned and spoke. His voice was slurred and hard to understand from his swollen tongue.
"You will pay for that little stunt you fucking whore. I will break that spirit of yours before the next full moon." And with that said he left.
I resumed the fetal position that I was in before that vile creature had come in. I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep. In my sleep I dreamt of that fateful day this mess had started. The two of us were in the woods and had just set up our camp for the night. I had gone to collect some more timber for the fire while he got the fire going. He always had a talent for the flame. When I had come back with my arms filled with wood I noticed that he was staring absent mindedly into the blazing depths of the campfire, as if something was bothering him. I set the logs down in a pile a few feet away from the flickering flames. I then went to sit next to him. He hadn't noticed that I was sitting next to him, which was very unusual. He was always unusually aware of my presence. Aside from that fact I know that he wouldn't just let anyone wonder into our camp. Something was definitely wrong. I tapped him on the shoulder and the next moment I was laying on the ground with his katana pressed against my throat. However, I wasn't afraid. I knew that he would never hurt me, I must have just startled him. I calmly looked into his almond shaped crimson eyes and smiled at him. Gods, he was so handsome. It was kinda strange to have him on top of me and I started to blush from the impure thoughts racing threw my head.
"If you really wanted to be left alone you could have just said so." I said sweetly.
I started to giggle slightly at the confused look on his face. He quickly got off of me and sheathed his katana. I observed that that he also had a slight blush creeping up his cheeks and I couldn't help but wonder if he was blushing because I had startled him or because he attacked me or if he had been thinking the same things that I had been. I shook my head to dismiss the thought. No, of course he wouldn't be thinking such things. I was the one with the dirty mind after all.
"I'm sorry hellcat. I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked sounding genuinely concerned.
"Ha! Hurt me? Yeah right, as if you could ever hurt me. I was just wondering what was wrong? I mean you don't usually space out like that. So come on, spill the beans. What's the matter?" I saw him shift uncomfortably as I asked him. Something was up.
"Hn."
Hn. That was the response that I usually got when he didn't want to talk, which was a lot of the time. But I wasn't about to let this go.
"I'm not letting you off the hook that easily. Please tell me." I knew that would do it. He usually couldn't resist me when I asked nicely, besides I had strange effect of being able to calm him down. Him the famed "Forbidden One" I also was dubbed a forbidden one, but I wasn't as well know. I guess it was because he went out of the way to be feared while I tried not to be noticed. Well it's to be expected since assassins strive to be inconspicuous.
"Look it's not important ok. I was just thinking about stuff that doesn't concern you so just drop it."
"No! I'm not going to drop it so stop being an asshole!" I was angry and he looked taken aback at my outburst.
"Fine, fine I'll tell you. I was just thinking that maybe you and I should move our friendship to the next level. I lo--" his words trailed off as he stood up quickly assuming a fighting stance. I followed suit when I felt it. Several unfamiliar youki were approaching. Then they were upon us. There were so many of them. They attacked us from all sides and then my heart fell as I saw one of our unknown enemies came up behind him. And then his limp form fell to the ground in a bloody heap. I couldn't stop the tears that came unbidden from my eyes. The next moment I felt something strikes me on the back of the head. I dropped to the ground and as darkness filled my vision I called out his name in an agonized scream.
"HIEI!"
Authors note- thank you to anyone that reads this fic. I gladly accept any and all flames, criticism, ideas, and comments. One thing all readers must keep in mind while reading this fic is that things aren't always as they seem.
Warnings- Angst, Language, Violence, Implied Rape
They're laughing again. They're always laughing. That laughing has haunted my dreams for years. The cold, malicious cackling of those sick sadistic bastards, that have kept me they're prisoner in this dark depressing cavern. They have me bound with spiritual wards that drain me of my youki. I'm chained in the dark. I'm alone. I'm always alone. The loneliness is driving me mad. I'm cold and long for the warmth of him. I miss the intoxicating smell of him. He smelt like wisps of smoke on the wind. I miss his tender touch, his crooked half smile that I adored so much. They killed him. They delight in reminding me, but that isn't necessary since I watched them do it. They wanted to break my spirit, to bend me to their will. They want my powers. They want the knowledge that I possess. But they will never have it. I will die first. Death. I long for death. At least in death I will be able to rest, I will be with him again. I wish I had never met him. If we had never met then he would still be alive. It's entirely my fault.
"Wake up you fucking little bitch!"
It's them again. They've come to torture me again, however it will yield the same results as always. I retreat to the sanctuary of my mind before they start they start the torture. I refuse to show any emotion during these torture sessions. I refuse to give them that kind of satisfaction. Then it starts and I just let the pain wash over me as they hold me down and press their bodies up against mine. As they tortured me again they started to laugh.
Hours later
"My lord the torture of the prisoner is over and she still refuses to agree to the ceremony. She is a stubborn one. We have kept her a prisoner here for years and we are no closer to achieving our objective. Is it worth it my lord?"
The lord of the land merely looked at his second in command as if he had succumbed to insanity. How could this weak-minded fool ask such a thing? Of course they needed the little waif. She was a rare find indeed. Her unusual powers and knowledge of the forbidden and secret arts were invaluable. He would see her broken before the month was out. His thin lifeless lips curled into a cruel smile as he imagined her bowing before him. He absently drummed his long skeletal fingers on the arm of his throne. His cold black eyes narrowed as if he had just come to a decision about something. He gracefully got up off of his throne without so much as a backward glance at the young man who had dared to question his methods. He would deal with him later. Right now he was on his way to speak with the prisoner.
When he opened the door to her cell he saw a dark form in the corner of the room. The prisoner was curled up in a fetal position with her eyes closed. She was still chained at the wrists and ankles by thick steel and the spiritual wards still bound her powers and strength. As he looked at her sleeping form he couldn't help but notice how lovely she was. Her long silver blue hair was the color of a frozen lake. Her bruised and cut skin was the color of frosted ivory. Her small body was battered and bloody. She was strong willed and the perfect picture of defiance yet as she slept she looked like a lost, lonely, vulnerable child. Abruptly his expression turned cold and cruel, he strode over to her and kicked her hard in the chest.
The violent action woke her up and she immediately sat up. She coughed and blooded now stained her severely cracked lips. She glared at him with such loathing and defiance that he slapped her hard across her cheek. She coughed again and spat the excess blood out of her mouth. He smirked at her actions. Her reached out to grab a large fistful of her frost colored hair and brought her face scant inches away from his. When he spoke his voice came out as a low hiss.
"I am loosing my patience with you my stubborn angel. You will do as I say or so help me you will wish for death."
"I do with for death and no matter what you do to me, you will never get what you want!" she shot back with disdain.
What he did next shocked her to her core. He harshly covered her mouth with his in a bruising kiss. She tried to push him away, but for all her efforts she couldn't budge him for her attempts seemed to arouse him that much more. He was too strong. He then thrust his tongue inside her mouth.
When he thrust his tongue inside my mouth all that I wanted to do was retch. I felt the bile rise in my throat. This was the bastard that held me captive. This was the unfeeling asshole that killed him. My only friend. My love. I would not allow this abomination to happen. Mustering all the strength that I had left I bit down hard on his tongue. I tasted his blood and felt him struggle against me. I felt him start to pull away, but I still held his tongue between my teeth. I heard his muffled scream of pain and allowed myself a small smile of satisfaction. I would bite his tongue off if I had to. In retaliation he placed his hands around my neck and started to cut off my air supply. He was strangling me. I gasped of air and released his tongue. He gave me a look of such loathing that I shrank away from him in fear. He then proceeded to beat me unmercifully. He got up and left me in a bloody mess. Before he had left my cell he turned and spoke. His voice was slurred and hard to understand from his swollen tongue.
"You will pay for that little stunt you fucking whore. I will break that spirit of yours before the next full moon." And with that said he left.
I resumed the fetal position that I was in before that vile creature had come in. I closed my eyes and willed myself to sleep. In my sleep I dreamt of that fateful day this mess had started. The two of us were in the woods and had just set up our camp for the night. I had gone to collect some more timber for the fire while he got the fire going. He always had a talent for the flame. When I had come back with my arms filled with wood I noticed that he was staring absent mindedly into the blazing depths of the campfire, as if something was bothering him. I set the logs down in a pile a few feet away from the flickering flames. I then went to sit next to him. He hadn't noticed that I was sitting next to him, which was very unusual. He was always unusually aware of my presence. Aside from that fact I know that he wouldn't just let anyone wonder into our camp. Something was definitely wrong. I tapped him on the shoulder and the next moment I was laying on the ground with his katana pressed against my throat. However, I wasn't afraid. I knew that he would never hurt me, I must have just startled him. I calmly looked into his almond shaped crimson eyes and smiled at him. Gods, he was so handsome. It was kinda strange to have him on top of me and I started to blush from the impure thoughts racing threw my head.
"If you really wanted to be left alone you could have just said so." I said sweetly.
I started to giggle slightly at the confused look on his face. He quickly got off of me and sheathed his katana. I observed that that he also had a slight blush creeping up his cheeks and I couldn't help but wonder if he was blushing because I had startled him or because he attacked me or if he had been thinking the same things that I had been. I shook my head to dismiss the thought. No, of course he wouldn't be thinking such things. I was the one with the dirty mind after all.
"I'm sorry hellcat. I didn't hurt you did I?" he asked sounding genuinely concerned.
"Ha! Hurt me? Yeah right, as if you could ever hurt me. I was just wondering what was wrong? I mean you don't usually space out like that. So come on, spill the beans. What's the matter?" I saw him shift uncomfortably as I asked him. Something was up.
"Hn."
Hn. That was the response that I usually got when he didn't want to talk, which was a lot of the time. But I wasn't about to let this go.
"I'm not letting you off the hook that easily. Please tell me." I knew that would do it. He usually couldn't resist me when I asked nicely, besides I had strange effect of being able to calm him down. Him the famed "Forbidden One" I also was dubbed a forbidden one, but I wasn't as well know. I guess it was because he went out of the way to be feared while I tried not to be noticed. Well it's to be expected since assassins strive to be inconspicuous.
"Look it's not important ok. I was just thinking about stuff that doesn't concern you so just drop it."
"No! I'm not going to drop it so stop being an asshole!" I was angry and he looked taken aback at my outburst.
"Fine, fine I'll tell you. I was just thinking that maybe you and I should move our friendship to the next level. I lo--" his words trailed off as he stood up quickly assuming a fighting stance. I followed suit when I felt it. Several unfamiliar youki were approaching. Then they were upon us. There were so many of them. They attacked us from all sides and then my heart fell as I saw one of our unknown enemies came up behind him. And then his limp form fell to the ground in a bloody heap. I couldn't stop the tears that came unbidden from my eyes. The next moment I felt something strikes me on the back of the head. I dropped to the ground and as darkness filled my vision I called out his name in an agonized scream.
"HIEI!"
Authors note- thank you to anyone that reads this fic. I gladly accept any and all flames, criticism, ideas, and comments. One thing all readers must keep in mind while reading this fic is that things aren't always as they seem.