His wings snap out, black and glossy, not a single feather out of place. Red eyes, as demonic as my own, spin with the sharingan. Growling loudly, I thrash, tails, teeth, claws all trying to remove the strange bindings. It does nothing however, even when I push my chakra into the bonds – a bad idea it turns out, as they tighten further, causing a pained howl. It takes me a second to realise it comes from my own throat.

And when I do, I snarl. The Raven demon is sneaking closer, no, that's the wrong word. Prowling, stalking, they would be more apt. Stalking his prey. I shiver angrily. I am noone's prey! But…I am powerless here, bound by strong threads of some chakra-reinforced substance, bound by the strength of the other's eyes, even though they cannot truly affect me. I, the kyuubi-kit, am immune to bloodline limits. My snarling does nothing, for I am unable to lace it with the power that would keep him away, unable to do anything against the Raven who had once been my brother.

He trails a claw down the side of my face, tearing the skin. My eyes narrow slightly, but I allow him no noise, no wince, no nothing. I know from previous experiences it will only make it hurt more later. My face is still contorted into a snarl, and unable to resist, I snap at his slender fingers. He chuckles. "Oh Naru. Still feisty?" He leans in, breathing his sweet carrion-scented breath over me. Instinctively, I shudder. "Let me fix that." He plunges his hand into my back, laced with electricity, chidori. I scream. I might be able to push past the ripping of my cheek, but this is agony incarnate – each nerve ending overloaded as the skin is obliterated, then electricity pushed down it. The worst pain, however, comes when he removes his hand. Arching my back, I let out another scream, soundless this time, body in too deep to make any outward expression.

Crack. My head slams back against the floor, as I sob, my healed back free of pain now, but the regeneration is excruciating. Sasuk-No. The raven smiles. I will not think of him as Sasuke any longer. This is no longer Sasuke. Sasuke was my brother. This thing, is a monstrosi-"Ngh!" I flinch, but this time not in pain. It's coming. No-nononononono, is all I have time to think before the heat takes me.

All demons have a mate. A true soul, bound to them. The problem is, the more powerful the demon, the stronger the need for that specific mate. Most demons never meet their mate. Most never need to – A partnership with another demon is enough for them, enough to take away the excess chakra, and stop this. Heat. In the human world, only females get it, and only animals. But then again..in this world, we can all bear children, and we all bear animal traits. Heat is what happens when a strong demon's mate is denied to them. And I am the epitome of strong.

The Kyuubi. The nine-tails. The strongest breed of demon in the whole Nether. And I am the last one. My chakra brims with power, and I long for my mate. My heat is encompassing, overwhelming, as the excess chakra starts to damage my system, the heat takes over, begging someone to take me, to make me come, to pound me into the ground and meld their chakra with mine, so that I don't die and take the last of the Kyuubi with me. For that is what it will come to, if I do not find my mate. I will die. But right now, it is the furthest thing from my mind. Right now my mind is not my own, twisted, contorted by desire, by need, by want.

And whilst the little bit of me screams no, whilst it begs my chakra to stop, to remember this is the Raven, the one we've been fighting to escape for so long..it doesn't listen. And I am overwhelmed.

And suddenly I am panting and squirming, begging the Raven, begging him to take me. "N-nah!" As he pressed a cold hand against my now feverish back, I press into it, desperately, needily. My eyes, no longer red, are blue, glossed over by lust. Blue..the colour that should be only reserved for my mate to see. His eyes however, still spin red. He chuckles. "Why Naru-kun…eager?" Usually I would scowl, snarl, snap at that nickname, tear into his flesh, crunch his spine beneath my teeth until the bitter fluid spilled across my tongue. But now it only makes me hotter, the chakra coils are burning, burning! I wriggle as much as I can against the bonds, that bind ankle to thigh, arms behind back, and that collar round my neck to the complicated knots. Moaning as the hand follows my spine, hands clenching as the thin fingers, spindly almost, trail over the immobilized digits.

I want to say stop teasing. I want to shout fuck off. But all I can do is make incoherent noises and squirm under my most hated one's touch. Tears flow down my cheeks. I want my mate! I want him! I want him! And my vision blurs, blackens, I relax. This is the blessing. When heat comes, I don't have to feel Raven, not like the other times he takes me. Forcefully. Bloody. Unwillingly. I feel my mate. Spindly, callused fingers, rough and hurting, change to soft caresses from slender hands. Waxy flesh goes to healthy, pale but warm. And the beat of ebony wings changes to a swish of a fluffy tail. I squirm, and I hear a chuckle, but the chakra of mine shifts it from a insane laugh to a compassionate giggle, before the first one even registers.

I want to see you! I cry out, but not verbally. I cry out with my soul. Yes, Demons have souls. Demons…so misunderstood. Yes, there are evil ones among us. But there are good ones too. It's like this. Humanity. The middle ground. Gypsies, the descendants of angels, who were the emotionless beings. And demons..the epitome of emotion. But when you have so much emotion…it turns sour. Love, lust, jealously, all muddled into a big ball labelled hatred. Like Sas-Raven. And as each thrust pounds into me, not caring for my own pleasure, nor my shaft being rubbed painfully against the floor, my own emotions run riot. Loneliness. Pain. Desire.

I cry freely. I want him! I want him! Yet all that comes out of my mouth is incoherency, and as the blessed release comes, as my chakra is stolen, not absorbed, as it is ripped away from me, I scream, and the illusion of my mate is broken. Yet again, I see nothing of him, save for a flash of sandy golden fur. As Raven pulls out of my bloodied hole, as he carves into my flesh with those claws, as he walks away, I return. My eyes return to crimson. The anger returns to my soul. I thrash.

I carve patterns in the floor with my elongated canines. I carve words into Raven's soul with insults and hatred. He simply laughs and leaves.

I am angry…so angry. I thrash.

Wait.

…..I thrash?

Where have the bonds gone!?

Elation.

Freedom.

Running.

Tails spread out behind me, ears flat against my head. Orange fur is bloodstained, matted, grubby from months of imprisonment. Only one thought races through my head.

'MATE.'

I am running, and running. I don't know how long I've been running for. But suddenly I am running no longer. I am falling. And my tails! No, my tails! Come back! My ears! They are dissipating, fading, and I wonder; where am I, where is this?

Where is my mate?