The Pain of Love an YYH AU By Ronin S. Oath

Not mine, not going to be mine, don't have any money (Other than like $2.10), don't sue! Foul language, violence, Yaoi (means male to male relationship), and other potentially offensive things, so if you don't like the stuff don't read! I would like to think my friend (Kimmygal89) who helped a lot...

The Pain of Love

As Kurama held his lover's limp body in his arms; a tear streak down his rosy cheek. He was standing outside in the middle of December, with only a pair of short shorts that barely concealed his pale ass. His stark white hair glistens in the silvery moonlight, far off he heard a wolf howling as he caught his prey. Hiei and he were only fourteen-years-old (even if Kurama was really over 1,000 in his Yoko form), but so in love with each other that they would sacrifice their life for each other. Kurama could never understand how he let himself get so involved in someone, especially a demon Halfling, the creature whom could only show anger. Hiei's 'partners' sold him into the Yaoi black market when he was only five-years-old. The market sold young kids to adults, mostly old men, who wanted to get their passion from such a petite boy.
When Karakul found out he couldn't have Kurama, he decided no one would. His idea was to get rid of Hiei forever and always, that way driving Kurama insane, so insane that he would fall into anyone's arms for comfort, maybe even his own.
A few days ago, he walk in and seen Hiei in Kurama's arms, his lips tenderly kissing Hiei's body, his legs were embraced around Kurama's back moaning with passion and pleasure, ready to explode.
Karakul ran toward the bed, grabbed Hiei by the boy's long mangy hair. Kurama screamed in fear of what Karakul might do, for everyone knew he was a child molester, and was willing to do anything to get what he wants, even kill.
As Karakul dragged Hiei by his hair toward his torture chamber, Kurama attacked him. Karakul swung his arm to strike him; Hiei sank his fangs into his arm, but the taste of demon's blood made him sick to his stomach.
Karakul took the stake and stabbed it through the heart, or at least what he thought was the heart. Kurama screamed in fright as the one he loved lay there dying. He pulled the stake out of his frail chest. He picked up the fragile body debating with his self what he should do, for if he dies, he would live the rest of his life out seeking revenge.
Now as he stood in the road hollering over and over at 3:00 a.m. for the last person he ever wanted to see, his mom. He lived with his twenty- six-year-old brother Scott, the only one to care for his brother. When his parents find out he like guys instead of girls in a sexual way, his parents threw him out and called him an outsider, since Scott was the same way he understood his brother.
As Kurama was waiting, he asked himself why he was here. A week ago, Hiei met his parents and knew from the beginning that they would never understand their son and the passion and pleasure that only a guy could give him. One that no girl could ever reach, it was one that filled him with excitement until he could explode. As his parents open the door, Kurama felt his knees go weak and his head becoming dizzy, he passed out on the road from the weight of his lover and from the coldness of the blizzard.
The last things he remembers saying was, "Please, don't let him die!"

To Be Continued