Chapter 11: Hiei II

"I hate you." Hiei snarled as Karasu pounded into him. He was once again handcuffed to the bed, though this time not gagged because the bastard wanted to hear him scream. He was being punished for walking away from Karasu before.

The tall dark haired man grunted and came, filling the shorter man with his seed. "You make the most boring sex noises." Karasu complained as he pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside his favorite toy.

"Whatever." Hiei snapped. "You've made your point; I was bad. Now let me go."

"Oh, little one. You have so much to learn. You're being punished."

"Consider me punished. It will never happen again. Now, let. Me. Go."

In a rare show of anger, Karasu straddled Hiei's waist and gripped his throat in one hand. "What you seem to be forgetting, Hiei, is that through your own cowardice, I own you. You didn't want me to tell Yukina about what we've been doing. You didn't want me to tell her about the man you killed, however accidental it was. You don't want me to, and I can. As a result, I own you. So if I want to keep you chained to this bed for the duration of my stay in Madrid, I will, and there is nothing you can do about it. Understand?"

Hiei lowered his eyes, but didn't reply. He didn't think he had ever loathed someone as much as he loathed this man.

Karasu rolled away again. "I don't know why you make me treat me this way, darling. If you weren't so silly, we could be so good together." he shrugged and got out of the bed. "I'm going out for a while, little one. I'll be back to let you go soon, and then I'll be out of your hair. Well, until our next rendezvous." He got dressed and left the hotel room, making sure to lock the door behind him.

Once he was gone, Hiei let out a long breath. For the hell of it, he pulled against the handcuffs that held him. There was no give, not that he had been expecting them to. He almost wished the insufferable sadist was still here, at least then he wouldn't be alone with his thoughts.

He hadn't meant to kill Zeru. It had been one of his first fights, and the other man was clearly not up to his skill level. The tall blond hadn't known that though. He'd thought he was a hotshot, that he could beat Hiei because he was bigger. But the smaller man had unleashed his full potential, and Zeru had been fatally injured.

An inquiry into the fight had been made, but Hiei had been cleared of any blame. Still, the look on Zeru's face as Hiei's katana had pierced his side, haunted him. He didn't know if it was the alcohol, or the drugs that Karasu used to keep him on, but something had made him admit all of this to the man. He told him about his guilt over Zeru's death and how much he didn't want his kindhearted sister to find out about it. That was all Karasu needed to have a firm hold on him.

Hiei didn't know why he was resisting Karasu so hard. It wasn't like this ordeal made his life harder than it had already been.

He'd been struggling ever since he was a child. His father hadn't stuck around after he's knocked up his and Yukina's mother Hina. The woman couldn't afford to keep both of her children, and everyone told her to keep the girl since she'd be less trouble. Hina couldn't bear to part with either of the twins, so her best friend Rui had taken the boy to a foster home.

That's where Hiei grew up. He'd had to fight for whatever he wanted and it got even worse when he, and other people, discovered he was gay. All Hiei wanted was to get out of the foster home, hell out of the country would work too. So he did odd jobs for people and saved all the money he could. Once he graduated from high school, he headed straight for an airport.

It helped a little that once they turned ten, Yukina had found out about him and sought him out. She understood why her brother had to leave when he could. The girl hadn't had the easiest life either.

Hina had died when she was thirteen, and Yukina had moved in with Rui. The woman had offered to take Hiei in as well because she felt bad for him. The teen hadn't wanted her pity, so he declined. Instead he worked hard and graduated from high school a year ahead of everyone in his class, including his sister.

She and Rui had been his only representation at the commencement ceremony, not that the seventeen year old had cared much.

Yukina had thrown her arms around him, her eyes brimming with unshed tears.

Hiei had blushed and looked away. "Stop that."

"I'm just so proud of you!" she replied. "And I know you're leaving soon, probably today."

He couldn't deny that. "You'll be okay?" he asked instead.

His sister nodded. "Only one more year for me. I'll probably need a year or two to get some money together before I can go to college."

"You could apply for scholarships."

"I could. But I think I also just need some time to…find myself, you know?" she laughed. "Of course you know."

Hiei chuckled. "I'll be back." he promised.

Yukina smiled and threw her arms around him. "Be careful, Hiei. I'll miss you."

And those were the last words his sister had said to him before he left. He certainly didn't want the next ones to be, "You killed a man?" So he let Karasu use and abuse him.

He'd never even let his sister find out that he liked men. He'd only had one boyfriend before whatever the hell he was doing with his captor. Hiei was fourteen and his boyfriend was twenty. It hadn't gone as well as they'd hoped, but it was nothing compared to this.

At this rate he was never going to date again.

Karasu returned two hours later. Hiei leveled a glare at him. "Did you enjoy yourself?" he spat.

The taller man laughed. "Quite. The flower girls in this city are excellent dancers. I wish I could take you dancing, but you're too willful for that. Which is a shame as I'm sure you're a beautiful dancer."

Hiei made a split decision then. Yeah, life sucked back when he was child. It sucked now too. But he was still alive, still fighting. He was not giving up. "I don't dance." he said finally.

Karasu grinned at the reply. "People can be taught, darling. Would you like lessons?"

There was hope in the twisted man's voice. Hiei knew that if he did nothing, Karasu would try to keep him, and he did not want to be kept by a sadistic psycho.

"Do you want me to get lessons?" he asked sullenly.

Karasu raised an eyebrow. "As if you care what I want. If you did we wouldn't be in this position."

"No, I wouldn't be in this position if you weren't a sick fuck. But I've decided that I need to do something to make this more bearable."

"So you are going to stop fighting me?"

"Something like that."

Karasu plopped down on the bed beside him. "Oh good. Those drugs are not cheap, you know. And you are a strong little darling." He planted a kiss on Hiei's chest, missing the young man's look of revulsion. "I suppose I should let you go so I can check out."

That was what Hiei needed right there. Once he was free from his bonds, he hurried to put his clothes on. His katana was leaning against the side of the bed in it's sheath. He knew what needed to be done, and he knew he could do it.

One thing that made his life easier was the fact that all the rooms they stayed in were in Karasu's name. No record of him being there existed. Very few people even saw the little brunette since Karasu kept him locked up in their room. It would be so easy for him to just disappear. He was good at disappearing. And so he would.

Karasu grabbed his toiletry bag and headed towards the bathroom. "I'm going to take a shower. Feel free to leave when you want, it's not like I won't find you."

"You don't have to tell me twice." Hiei muttered.

As soon as he heard the water start running in the bathroom, Hiei walked to the door. He opened it and then let it slam shut, making Karasu think he had left.

He was light on his feet as he made his way over to the bed and snatched up his sword. He unsheathed it, wincing as the sound of the metal sliding out rang through the room. Hiei listened for a moment, but the shower ran uninterrupted in the bathroom.

Praying to gods he wasn't sure he believed in, Hiei turned the doorknob of the bathroom door and slipped into the already steamy bathroom. Thankfully, Karasu showered with the curtain as well as his eyes closed.

The shower curtain was fairly transparent, and Hiei could see his captor washing his long hair. He took a deep breath and lunged.

Time seemed to stand still. Karasu had a look of shock on his face and Hiei's sword protruded from his stomach. He stared down at the other man incredulously. "I suppose you win, then." he gasped out. "Commendable." He slid down the side of the shower into the tub.

Hiei stood there until he was sure the bastard was no longer breathing. Then he jerked his sword out of him and wiped it off.

Five minutes later he was gone, as if he'd never been there. Unlike the last death that was on his hands, this one came with no guilt. All he could manage to feel was free.

A/N: And there's Monday's update. In case you're wondering, the time line for Hiei's time abroad goes something like this.

17: Left Japan for Europe. Met Karasu after about five months of traveling.

18: Became all but enslaved to Karasu.

19: Yukina enters college, and Hiei returns to Japan to live in the same city his sister in which is sister is going to school.