Dis/claimer: I don't own Yu Yu Hakusho, so there's no way I'm gaining money from writing this fic. However, Francesca and any other OCs I create to carry my plot along will be claimed just as I will also do so for any poetry, songs, or artwork I create for the fic.
Summary: Yusuke can't seem to help himself when it comes to Hiei. Hiei doesn't want what little Yusuke can give to slip through his fingers. Koenma's not going to just let his mate go either. And, on top of all this, a new threat out for vengeance arises to rip the Reikai prince and his world further apart.
Warning(s): Yaoi. Yuri. Lemon & Lime. Love triangle. Angst, Torture, & Blood. Twists. Anime Continuation. Fic is set 400 years after the end of the show with no humans in the group alive. Koenma/Yusuke, Hiei/Yusuke, Botan/Yukina are some of the pairings I can think of off the top of my head. Other warnings will be listed as they appear.
Rating: Mature to NC17.
Author's Notes: Sorry about the long notes. They won't always be that way. Anyway, Francesca is the villain in this fic. This fic was inspired by a Koenma/Yusuke Hiei/Yusuke youtube video; I'll post the link in my bio. Also inspired by the amazing Koenma/Yusuke authors: Chrissy Sky/Terra Tenshi and Sanjuno Shori; I'll also links their fics in my bio. LJ comm. prompts that helped me write the prologue were 30-kisses [Koenma/Yusuke] #24 good night, [Hiei/Yusuke] 30-caresses #14 scarlet; colour, and [Hiei/Yusuke] sacred-20 #14 Atonement Table 4. My challenge tables link will also be listed in my bio, so you can follow my progress. Well, that's all I can think of for now. Please, enjoy the fic & let me know what ya think. If it sucks, I want to make it better. Also, if you can guess who Kurama ends up with in the sequel Nightshade Prince, I'll write you something (and if you say, Francesca, I'm going to hurt you). Ja ne.
Indomitable
Prologue
at 1,060 words
By Ainohimitsu (aino-himitsu at Live Journal)
Written on 5.19.2009
Don't let me go
'cause I can't be without you.
Just stay with me
and hold me close
because I've built my world around you.
And I don't wanna know what it's like without you
so stay with me.
-Danity Kane,"Stay With Me"-
These past four hundred years have been too long for you to enjoy yourself. Soon you will suffer, little death god. I've waited so long…but soon vengeance will be mine! Francesca thought, a lightly tanned, slender hand reaching out from beneath her black cloak.
Using the other hand at her side, she removed the hood, to reveal raven hair bound in a thick braid pinned to the crown of her head. Francesca's skin was dull, olive brown in the dimness of the bedroom around her. Her face possessed sharp features, her grey eyes deeply slanted upward, her ears elfin and tapered to points. Her high, regal cheek bones belied a woman of elevated rank, the delicate, inward arch of her small nose accentuating that ancient illusion. The angular shape of her chin culminated the extreme sharpness of Francesca's face, the column of her neck contrasting with something feminine and deceptively fragile.
She let the hand that was extended horizontally from her body linger in the dreary moonlight spilling through the window at her right, a sick gleam starting to dance in her icy eyes at how the silver light bounced off her long fingernails. As she rolled her fingertips in the faded light, she couldn't help but note how the movement of the dagger-sharp nails—painted rusty scarlet—caressed along the image of the Reikai prince's exposed cheek and throat barely two meters away, sleeping in his bed, his mate curled against his chest and beneath his arm. The left corner of her red lips, which were almost a rough triangle in shape, tipped upward in a half-sneer.
Your blood will flow for me very soon, Koenma. And all with the help of your adulterous mate! I can't wait to see the look of betrayal, the look of agony that flashes through your golden eyes when you find out the truth. How your heart will bleed, watashi no Shiko [1], like mine bled away with the child all those centuries ago. For a second, a brief flicker of sadness registered in Francesca's eyes at that last thought, her eyes even edging on a dark, ocean blue, the beginnings of a slight softness even marring her face.
Although not touching him, she stepped as close as she would dare to Koenma's bedside without him waking and sensing her energy behind the concealment talisman of her cloak. Her hood being down weakened the protection a little bit. The flickering sadness and the strange effects it gave her face were once more replaced with malicious resolve as Francesca looked down upon the slumbering Prince of Reikai.
The sable of his hair angled haphazard strands across his closed, slightly slanted eyes, the 'Jr.' mark on his forehead, and his cheek. Where her slightly darker skin did not, his pale skin shone in the moonlight from the window, glowing with the eerie life-force of godhead—something she once wielded proudly over earth and fertility. Despite the bit of sharpness in his face, there was still a warmth and softness that only being in love could form across one's features, but reality would harden the little death god soon enough…
She caught the light splashing patches of shadow in the ridges and on the planes of his lean-muscled chest, even splaying random patterns across the length of the long, slender arm thrown above his head, his face turned in the crook of that arm's elbow.
His subconscious probably told him which direction the light was coming from, so that his sleeping body could bathe in it—from what she remembered, Koenma could be narcissistic like that, thinking the worlds were admiring his beauty even while he slept. It had been true of herthen, but now her eyes bore into his form with cold hatred, not that sickening shine of unadulterated love and unquestionable devotion which had tainted her once sky blue eyes.
Francesca had moved her gaze to Koenma's waist, where burgundy covers bunched to hide what lay beneath. With another sneer, her eyes followed a path along the covers to where the other prince slept partially hidden against Koenma's side. She could only make out the shock of his unruly, black hair and heavily tanned skin. She couldn't really see the prince's face, but she saw the darker skin exposing his neck and some of his cheek, nose, and chin. She could also see his shoulder, teasing with a sensuous, round curve of skin from beneath the burgundy covers.
Koenma's little whore. His little prince. His mate. His half-breed demon king. His retired pet project. Koenma's very own Yusuke Urameshi. How very fortunate that I have the boy to help me exact vengeance! She thought as the half sneer on her face upturned into a full blown one, her features twisting into something extremely ugly for a second.
Francesca used both of the hands at her sides to put her hood back in place. She only had to wait until Yusuke fucked up and got caught by his mate. That would be when she stepped in, disguised, to offer a broken hearted Koenma an irresistible solution to his problems. A solution that would end "well" enough for everyone involved.
Keep rutting with the fire demon, Yusuke. Your inability to let the forbidden lie will be your undoing and my gain. I've waited a long time for you to fuck up, but I know you're reaching your limit. You're drowning in your lies, and you can't take it anymore. Her thoughts held no sympathy for the half-demon, just eagerness at the agony his betrayal would cause the death god.
"Hiei…" She raised an eyebrow when the fire demon's name fell in a whisper from Yusuke's lips, his warm breath kissing Koenma's nipple and inciting a quiet groan from the Reikai Prince.
She tilted her head to the side when Koenma turned away from the moonlight in his sleep to scoop the half-demon's warmth closer to his body in his arms.
With a menacing smile, she disappeared from the bedroom, leaving the death god to enjoy being with the half-demon…while he still could.
[1] Watashi no Shiko means 'my little death.' The suffix –ko at the end of Japanese names is usually given to girls, but it seemed to fit here so I used it. Don't worry; I won't be using Japanese all the time.
To be continued…