I know I'm not done with Blinded but I don't think I will finish it anyway. It's a little too OOC for my liking and... erm, I have more inspiration for this.I credit my freaky inspiration to baad insomnia. I wrote this really fucked up thing. It's excruciatingly graphic and I suggest not reading it if you get freaked out about incest (step-incest, technically) and suicidal ideation.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho. It belongs to Yoshiro Togashi, Feugi TV, Funimation, and Shonen Jump. Other people too, I forget who.
Chapter 1
Warnings: Rape, Shota (kind of), Dark, Angst, Incest
Terror crept into his very core every time he heard a floor-board creak. The sounds of foot-falls, whether real or imagined, caused a shiver up his spine. But only at night. At night, the smallest of noises or movements could make his blood run cold. At night, he was just as vulnerable as any 16 year old boy lying in bed.
Despite being a demon, Kurama was still at the mercy of his human parents. Which wasn't a problem until Shiori Minamino became Mrs. Shiori Hatakana. No, his mother wasn't the problem. It was his step-father.
Kazuya Hatakana gave every impression of being a respectable businessman. He owned his own company, had a wife and two children, lived in a mansion with turrets and gargoyles, and owned a vacation home in the Virgin Islands. Yes, Kazuya Hatakana oozed respectability and successfulness.
But he was also a pedophile.
No one knew this of course, except his victim, Kurama. Aka, Shuuichi Minamino, Kazuya's straight-shooter, model student step-son.
Kurama shivered under his blankets at the memories of the nights he feigned sleep and prayed for the sometimes-cold sometimes-hot hands to stop touching him and go away. To leave him in his bed to sleep.
As it was, Kurama barely got any sleep these days. Most of his insomnia was caused by the fear that his step-father would graduate from simple fondling and groping his seemingly unconscious step-son to something more sinister.
The other part, in Kurama's opinion was far more serious. You see, at night, thoughts of death and pain crept into his mind.
Muffled foot-falls were approaching. Kurama closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep. His door creaked open and the foot-falls got closer. A moment later, the dreaded and familiar weight settled next to him.
"Shuuichi..." Kazuya crooned. "Beautiful Shuuichi."
Kurama mentally cringed at hearing his human name, the name his mother took such pride in giving him, said with such a lust-filled voice.
Kazuya brushed a strand of hair off Kurama's temple then trailed his fingertips down Kurama's jaw-line and to his neck. Kurama bit the inside of his cheek to keep from yelping. His neck was sensitive no matter who was touching it.
"Shuuichi," said Kazuya. "Wake up, Kiddo."
Kurama nearly stopped breathing. Why would he wake me up? He never wakes me up!
"Shuuichi," Kazuya said a bit louder, taking hold of Kurama's gorgeous locks and tugging. Kurama gasped and knew he'd been had.
Kazuya's hand quickly covered Kurama's mouth.
"Make one sound, say one word I don't tell you to and you and your dear mother are dead," he said. "Understand, Kiddo?"
Kurama nodded as all the blood drained from his face. He wanted dearly to reach into his hair and take out a sedating plant to use on himself. He had a feeling he didn't want to be conscious for this.
Kazuya lifted Kurama's slight frame into sitting position. Kurama gripped the sheets and closed his eyes tight.
"Look at me!" Kazuya whispered harshly.
Kurama hesitated. When he opened his eyes, he nearly screamed. His step-father's erect sex was in front of him. He backed away but Kazuya grabbed his hair again and pushed Kurama's face into his crotch. He took great pleasure in rubbing his engorged member on Kurama's face.
It took all of Kurama's self control not to scream.
"Now, open your mouth," Kazuya demanded.
Kurama stared in wide-eyed terror, tears of disbelief in his eyes.
"Be a good little boy and do as Daddy says."
Kurama cringed and opened his mouth, looking away.
"Say, 'yes, Daddy'," Kazuya ordered.
"Y-..." Kurama started, his voice shaking. "Y-yes Da-dy."
"Look at me when I'm talking to you!"
Kurama opened his eyes and stared up into his step-father's dark soulless eyes. Terror filled his whole being.
"Good boy," Kazuya said as he forced himself into Kurama's mouth. Kurama shuddered at the taste of sweat and arousal. The smell of lust was palpable.
Kurama blinked back tears and bit back screams of rage.
"Touch me..." Kazuya moaned, starting to move slowly in and out of Kurama's mouth.
Kurama reached up with trembling hand and took hold of his step-father's erection. Tears started falling.
"Good boy."
Kazuya started thrusting harder, causing Kurama to gag a few times. It seemed like forever but Kurama was almost relieved when he felt his assailant's climax nearing. But when it was over, his step-father took the humiliation to another level. He pulled out at the last second and sprayed his seed all over Kurama's face.
"Good night, son," said Kazuya as he walked out of Kurama's room.
Kurama sat on his bed for a moment, not breathing, not thinking, not moving. He was shocked into catatonia. Then the nausea hit him and he ran to his bathroom to throw up and wash his face.
The next morning, Kurama got up at precisely 6am, took a shower and got dressed in his magenta school uniform which clashed spectacularly with his hair and headed downstairs to practice his acting skills.
"Good morning, Shuuichi," Shiori said as her son walked into the kitchen. She looked puzzled for a moment then sighed.
"Good morning, Mother," said Kurama. He took a seat at the breakfast table. But breakfast wasn't on the table.
"Dear, why are you wearing your uniform on a day off?" asked Shiori.
Kurama looked at the digital calender on the wall. Oh right, winter break... Wishfull thinking.
"Oh, I didn't realize..." said Kurama.
"You look very pale, Dear. Is something the matter?"
"I'm just feeling a bit under the weather. It's probably just my rag-weed allergies acting up again."
"Good morning!" Kazuya boomed from the doorway.
Shiori rushed over to her husband and gave him a quick kiss. "You kiss like the sunshine," he said. "Shuuichi!" He walked over to Kurama and laid a hand on Kurama's shoulder, letting it linger a moment too long.
Kurama shuddered discreetly. "I think I will forgo breakfast today and go for a walk," said Kurama.
"An excellent idea," said Kazuya. "I will go with you."
If any blood was left in Kurama's face, it was now gone.
Kurama and his step-father exited the house. Once they were out of sight, Kazuya squeezed Kurama's shoulder. Kurama jerked away. "Don't touch me you filthy bastard," Kurama growled.
"Such language for someone so young," Kazuya exclaimed. "What's wrong, Kiddo?"
"I think you know. And you will pay."
"You won't tell."
"How do you know what I will and will not do?"
"Because, if you tell, I will kill your mother."
Kurama glared. "Not me as well?"
"With your mother gone, I will need someone to satisfy me. You do it much better than your tramp mother anyway."
"You are sick!" Kurama whispered shrilly. "You're a pervert and a sick sick bastard!"
"Feisty, I like that in a boy."
Kurama growled. "Do you know what they do to pedophiles in prison?"
"I won't ever have to find out."
Kurama shot Kazuya a murderous glare and took off running at an almost inhuman speed, heading for the forest. He nearly crashed into Yusuke at the forest edge.
"Anyone running that fast is either chasing someone or running away from someone," said Yusuke. He looked around. "Who're you running from?"
"No one," said Kurama. "I was getting some exercise."
"You should pace yourself, you might pull... some... thing... what's up with your aura?"
"Hm?"
"It's all grayish-green."
"I'm recovering from a cold."
/Liar, liar, pants on fire/ came Yoko's voice from the back of Kurama's mind.
::Be quiet!:: Kurama responded.
"Must have been one doozy of a cold," said Yusuke. "To make your aura change colors like that." Something in Yusuke's eyes told Kurama that his friend wasn't buying his story. "Is something going on you need to tell me or Hiei about?"
"Why would Hiei care if something were going on?"
"Oh, I see, you're still in denial. The first stage of falling in love."
"I am NOT gay!" Kurama shouted in outrage.
Yusuke raised an eyebrow. "If you say so..."
"I'm not!"
"You're avoiding my question. Don't abuse my short attention-span. What's going on?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing, huh? So, whatever is going on is either too embarrassing for you to tell me or someone told you not to tell. I can respect that, man. Just don't let whatever it is eat you up inside too much, kay?"
Kurama stared at Yusuke impassively.
"Man, I hate it when you give me that look! Anyway, if something's going on, you should tell someone."
"There is really nothing."
"Okay... catch you later," Yusuke said, walking off.
/My darling Shuuichi, don't suffer in silence./ said Yoko
::I am not suffering:: Kurama replied.
/So, you enjoyed what Father did to you?/
::Do not interfere::
/I'll trust you to handle it on your own, my dearest. Aishiteru./
A/N: Freaky, ne? I have a bunch more chapters written on loose-leaf but I still need to type them up.