Gem of Destruction

Disclaimer- I do not own YYH, I am just a fan, so please don't sue. Ain't got any money anyways.

WARNINGS: violence, angst, mentions of rape, Yaoi, swearing, humor, universe twisted to fit my needs (hehehe), OOCness, OC

Pairings: Hiei/Kurama, OC/OC

EXTRA WARNING: There will be torture and attempted rape in this chapter. Also some blood drinking. So if you don't wanna read it, please leave now. You have been warned.

Chapter 5

(Flashback - Kaze's POV)

The first thing I was aware of when I woke up, was that my head felt like there were an army of little imps stomping on my brain. With spiked shoes on.

The second thing I noticed was that I couldn't move. Flaming Hell. I was lying on my bed, my wrists were tied above my head, and my legs were spread apart and tied to the posts at the end of it. The razor- wire he had used to tie me with were warded. So I couldn't get out of them.

The third thing, I was naked. Oh shit, I'm fucked. Literally, if I don't get out of this fast.

"Ah, I see you are awake. Good, I was starting to get impatient. But I didn't want you to miss any of this."

Yomi was sitting on a chair in a corner of the room. After he said that, he got up and walked to the end of the bed. He was wearing a robe that tied around his waist. At the moment, it was closed. Hopefully it would stay that way, 'cuz I could tell he was naked under it. I swallowed hard and closed my eyes, trying to think of how to get out of here.

"You shouldn't waist your energy thinking of how to get away. You're going to need it. And besides, you can't get out of the wire and no one can here you scream because of the wards I put around the room. And your little boy-toy won't be back for a couple of days. I made sure of that," he murmured with a smirk.

I realized then that he was the one responsible for the village. Shit.

"Now, lets get down to business. At this moment, I have someone getting the Gem for me. Your little spells and traps wont stop him. He's quite good. And as for what I'm going to do to you, well lets just say that I've been wanting to do this for a Very long time," he said with a leer on his face. Yes, damn the man, he actually leered at me. It made my skin crawl.

I was praying that his thief would fail. I wouldn't be able to bear it if he succeeded.

Yomi walked to the end of the bed where my chest was. He had set some things on the top of it. I couldn't make out what the objects were, but he grabbed one and held it up for me to see.

It was a cat-o-nine-tails whip, and the ends glinted in the light. When he brought it close enough to my face to see what they were, I broke out in a sweat.

"This is my favorite whip. Soft and smooth, yet when used correctly, very painful," he said with a little chuckle. " I think the blades on the end were a lovely touch. This should do nicely on all that creamy skin of yours."

With that said, he brought it down hard on my left thigh. When the blades cut into my flesh, I had to bite my lip to stifle a gasp. I wasn't going to let him make me scream. He might be able to do this, but I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of hearing my pain.

This of course seemed to piss him off. So he hit my right thigh even harder.

He didn't stop with just the one strike. He kept bringing it down, alternating between my left and right thighs. Each time he hit me hurt worse than the last. I had to bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming. God, it stung horribly. It felt like my thighs were on fire. He struck me until you couldn't see the flesh anymore.

I tried to move away from him, but the wires strapping me to the bed cut into my skin every time I moved. If I didn't hold still, the wire would eventually cut all the way through my wrists and ankles. That was in it's own rights a torture. Knowing that I couldn't move away or struggle against him, without permanently maiming myself. I vowed I would get him for that.

My stomach was much worse than the thighs. More sensitive and painful. He started by just dragging the tips of the whip over my skin. Making shallow little cuts in my flesh. My eyes watered and I frantically tried to think of anything I could do to get out of this situation. But there was nothing. He had effectively cut me off from everything and everyone. I was trapped.

He brought the whip down viciously on my stomach then. The muscles clenched in protest, making the pain I was in even worse. I couldn't stop a little whimper from escaping my throat. He seemed to like that.

After what felt like an eternity, he stopped and walked to the chest and placed the whip down. He loked at his toys, then at me.

"I think we'll stop with that part of the fun, for now. I don't want you passing out or dying to soon on me."

He looked down at my trembling body and started to trail his fingers through the rivulets of blood he had created. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked them clean. "Very nice," this was said with an ecstatic look on his face.

He bent down to my thighs and ran his tongue across the slashes there. He found a particularly nasty gash and started sucking on it. When that wasn't enough, he started placing nipping bites all around it. That startled a cry of pain from me, and I couldn't stop the tears that spilled from my red, swollen eyes.

He stood up when he heard my cry and smirked at me. Then he looked down at his work. He seemed to take a perverse kind of pleasure in it.

He walked towards my head and crashed his mouth down onto mine, bruising my lips. He grabbed my jaw and forced it open with his fingers. Then he shoved his tongue into my mouth and down my throat, making me choke. It was cold and clammy. It took all my willpower not to throw up on him. When I tried to bite his tongue he pulled back and slapped me, hard enough that I saw stars and almost passed out. Almost.

God, how I wished I could. But he wanted me awake. He made sure that it wasn't hard enough for that. There was no escaping.

He then decided it was safer to move to my lips. His teeth bit and pulled at them, causing them to bleed. He ran his tongue around them, lapping up the blood that spilled from them.

While his hands pinched and twisted my nipples, he moved his mouth to my neck. He spent some time suckling, licking and biting at the sensitive flesh, leaving marks wherever he went.

He bit down viciously where my neck met my shoulder, drawing more blood. If he kept this up, I would die of blood loss. I was already weak from the amount he had spilled.

He raised his head and smiled at me. Then took my right nipple into his mouth. And bit down. He did the same with my left one.

He pulled back and looked at me. Obviously pleased with his work, he murmured huskily "Now for something I know you'll love."

He stepped back from the bed so I could see what he was doing. Slowly he untied the robe and let it slide down his body to pool around his ankles. He then climbed onto the bed and nestled himself between my legs.

Somewhere in my pain fogged mind I thought I heard the door to my chamber being opened.

A/N: Sorry, gross chapter. I hadn't planned on writing that, but it just kinda happened. Couldn't seem to stop myself. It was going to be worse, but I didn't want to get reported or anything!! So, you like?? Yes/No?? Please R&R. No flames please, I did warn you.