Disclaimers: I do not own any YYH character.
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Karasu: this is my kind of chapter!
Kurama: *gives Karasu a glare*
WK: minna-sama! Gomen if this one's not much as you expected, I'm a starter in this situations! ^_^. Anyway, only a warning, please expect torture, rape and er, bloodiness to happen in this chapter (actually, this chapter's mainly about it) and it may take ages for me to add another chapter again (unless you guys flood the review part asking for updates!) also because of the fact that fanfiction.net seemed to always have problems, which is understandable. *hears the two guys fighting behind her and bombs exploding* Keep it down, guys! Well, so much for talking! Got to help Kurama-san!
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Hatred and Despair
[Songfic (er, chapter) (lyrics from English translation of opening song of Vandread)]
[Even if your arms are bound by chains]
"Nani?!"
Shuuichi awoke at the sting of pain from his arms and body. He tried to open his eyes but felt a shock of pain as he encountered wards on top of being blindfolded. Worst of all, he felt his hands was tied up above his head on the wall, the end of the chain fastened an inch above the floor, warded as well, and he was lying on the ground, facedown and naked.
Panicking, Shuuichi tried to remember everything that happened, how he had been in such situation. Meeting up with Karasu, then talking, asking for his family's whereabouts, then a fight, where he had been wounded, and.
Kurama, what happened to his youko counterpart? What did Karasu do to him?
But no more, he cannot remember anything that happened afterwards, it was as if like the other spirit inside him blocked him of that memory.
He tried to call out for someone, anyone, but there was a duct tape across his lips, leaving him defenseless in any way possible.
'Kurama? Where are you?'
'Endure, Shuuichi, it will be over soon. Don't fight, it will only weaken you even more. It'll hurt less if you don't resist. I'm sorry, I cannot help you anymore, I can't, I'm sorry. You'll have to handle this without me, I'm really sorry Shuuichi.'
Kurama's voice, so pained, as if Kurama's profile was beaten and suffering. What had Karasu done to them? What had he done to Kurama?
'Kurama? Kurama! No! I can't have this by myself! I can't! no!'
A faint sound of a door opening and then closing, which sounded as if it was bolted inside out and warded heavily, rang in his ears.
Karasu had entered in whatever chamber he had kept Shuuichi in, and his steps echoed on the cold, hard floor.
"My, my, what a catch!"
He snickered at the slender form of Shuuichi lying on the floor, he has to admit, Shuuichi looked very beautiful, and he wouldn't want to waste that. But on second thought, raping the fox will not be of enough punishment. What's the use of bringing a long, slender whip with him, anyways?
Karasu knelt before Shuuichi, and softly traced his smooth pale back with his index finger. Shuuichi flinched at the touch. He knew what was coming, could feel the leather whip whisper against his skin as Karasu knelt in front of him and took off the duct tape (probably because he wants to hear him scream) before standing upright again.
It was no use to struggle, Shuuichi was feeling too vulnerable in the state he is in, the wards had drained most of his ki and being beaten had taken its toll in his body, human in form.
Shuuichi clenched his fingers in a tight ball as Karasu raised the whip and drove it to Shuuichi's back in a loud crack, sending a wide red stripe. Shuuichi bit down on his lower lip, determined not to give Karasu the pleasure of hearing him cry out even a moan. Karasu sent it again, a little harder, sending a purple stripe across Shuuichi's back on top of the first one.
Karasu wielded it with a surprisingly great skill, not breaking the skin but sending painful red strokes over Shuuichi's back, the end of the lash curling around his side to hit his chest, then thighs. Over and over it hit him, sending the whip crashing against his back, then buttocks. And still he didn't cry out.
"Not screaming, eh?"
Shuuichi felt the blows get harder, rougher, and more painful. He whimpered and a trail of blood trickled down his chin where he'd bitten through his lip, and dug his nails in the skin of his palms. Hot tears started roll down his cheeks from the pain. Shuuichi's back was now solid red from neck to knee. When he finally thought he would faint, Karasu threw the whip aside and grabbed a fistful of Shuuichi's red hair to bring his face up.
"Stupid, stubborn fox! I'm far done with you yet!"
[Even if the sky burns out completely one day]
Shuuichi frowned at him with all the remaining strength he could muster. Karasu growled, Shuuichi's pride was annoying him. He dropped Shuuichi's head and went behind him. Kneeling down once more and Shuuichi bit down on his lips again to stifle a scream as Karasu drags his long needlepoint nails up his tortured back, raking hard and leaving trails of throbbing fire and pain. He does it again, delving deeper into the abused skin, just to prove he can hurt Shuuichi as much as he wants. But Shuuichi still didn't give Karasu what he wanted.
Shuuichi felt pain in his hands because of the continued frictions with the chains. At least they'll go numb soon, and he wished that the other parts of his body would be as lucky. He suddenly felt Karasu move behind him and roughly drag his legs apart. Shuuichi winced, knowing what was on the youkai's mind. Karasu knelt down in between Shuuichi's shivering thighs and took his legs, placing them over his shoulders.
"I'm going to make sure this hurts!"
[Believe only in hope]
Shuuichi contracted all his muscles, even though he knew he could never prevent Karasu from raping him. Shuuichi winced again as he felt himself being ripped part that shot to the core of his being as Karasu rammed one brutal shove inside of him, reaching deeper as the pain inside Shuuichi increased.
Karasu wasn't joking when he said it's going to hurt. It was even more than that. Shuuichi whimpered as felt suffocated with pressure, pressure magnified tenfold by the continued brutal shoves and agony that was rammed over and over inside him and wave after wave of pain that pulsed from his rear straight to his brain, as sharp pricks of pleasure coursed through his nerves. He was tired, and hurt. It was too much, too much severe pain for Shuuichi to bear as dark spots danced in his vision. He willed himself to keep mute despite the flashes of torture that Karasu was inflicting on him. But no matter how much he tries, he still gives out occasional sobs and moans.
Shuuichi felt the pricking hardness being pulled off him, almost leaving his body, and then Karasu pushed it all in again, arousing more pain. He started to move inside Shuuichi, jabbing and digging into him, plunging a vicious jab into the weakened, ningen body, moving forcefully with all energy and doing his best to hurt Shuuichi as he shifted and moved up and down and to the sides within the redhead with no care, tearing Shuuichi's chaste spirit as Karasu rammed over and over to his tortured, bruised body
Karasu continued to thrust in and out, each thrust deeper and harder than the other, tearing Shuuichi up inside so that blood started to drip down his thighs.
[Even if you collapse from sadness/sorrow]
Shuuichi cried out softly when he felt Karasu come and hissed in pain as the raven drew back. Shuuichi felt himself weaken and went limp down on the floor, felt every single remaining strength that the wards had left him was wrenched away from him during the fierce assault, his breathing uneven amidst his pallor.
[If my chest embraces you more strongly, tomorrow surely we can survive]
'No, he had not wanted this, not this! So much agony!'
If he could just let himself go and die. He only wanted to faint, not to feel the extreme pain, and it happens, a whirlwind that sweeps him along into the darkness.
Little did Kurama know, that his family had seen everything that happened to him.
*****
Koenma and Botan entered Koenma's office, determined to hold Kurama's family's papers as much as possible.
Another pile of *urgent* folders were on top of Koenma's table.
"Another pile?! We have no time for those!"
"Um, Koenma-sama?" Botan stuttered.
"Nani?!"
Botan pointed with a trembling finger at the topmost folder on the pile, there written as well in eye hurting yellow, were the words
Kurama/Minamino, Shuuichi
*****
To be continued.
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Kurama: 0.0
Hiei: whoa! That's nasty!
WK: Gomen if I had been harsh! That's just how the story has to go!
Kurama: *gives WK an understanding smile* that's ok, pretty saddening at the part when my family was there to witness it though, and for Shuuichi. Wish you luck on the reviews!
WK: minna-san! Please don't get angry at me! I did warn you, didn't I?! It might take forever before I update again! Sorry in advance for the cliffhanger! And, uh, to those who've read this, you probably noticed the, uh, changes. Now, I post this question: who is better looking? Shuuichi or Kurama?
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Karasu: this is my kind of chapter!
Kurama: *gives Karasu a glare*
WK: minna-sama! Gomen if this one's not much as you expected, I'm a starter in this situations! ^_^. Anyway, only a warning, please expect torture, rape and er, bloodiness to happen in this chapter (actually, this chapter's mainly about it) and it may take ages for me to add another chapter again (unless you guys flood the review part asking for updates!) also because of the fact that fanfiction.net seemed to always have problems, which is understandable. *hears the two guys fighting behind her and bombs exploding* Keep it down, guys! Well, so much for talking! Got to help Kurama-san!
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Hatred and Despair
[Songfic (er, chapter) (lyrics from English translation of opening song of Vandread)]
[Even if your arms are bound by chains]
"Nani?!"
Shuuichi awoke at the sting of pain from his arms and body. He tried to open his eyes but felt a shock of pain as he encountered wards on top of being blindfolded. Worst of all, he felt his hands was tied up above his head on the wall, the end of the chain fastened an inch above the floor, warded as well, and he was lying on the ground, facedown and naked.
Panicking, Shuuichi tried to remember everything that happened, how he had been in such situation. Meeting up with Karasu, then talking, asking for his family's whereabouts, then a fight, where he had been wounded, and.
Kurama, what happened to his youko counterpart? What did Karasu do to him?
But no more, he cannot remember anything that happened afterwards, it was as if like the other spirit inside him blocked him of that memory.
He tried to call out for someone, anyone, but there was a duct tape across his lips, leaving him defenseless in any way possible.
'Kurama? Where are you?'
'Endure, Shuuichi, it will be over soon. Don't fight, it will only weaken you even more. It'll hurt less if you don't resist. I'm sorry, I cannot help you anymore, I can't, I'm sorry. You'll have to handle this without me, I'm really sorry Shuuichi.'
Kurama's voice, so pained, as if Kurama's profile was beaten and suffering. What had Karasu done to them? What had he done to Kurama?
'Kurama? Kurama! No! I can't have this by myself! I can't! no!'
A faint sound of a door opening and then closing, which sounded as if it was bolted inside out and warded heavily, rang in his ears.
Karasu had entered in whatever chamber he had kept Shuuichi in, and his steps echoed on the cold, hard floor.
"My, my, what a catch!"
He snickered at the slender form of Shuuichi lying on the floor, he has to admit, Shuuichi looked very beautiful, and he wouldn't want to waste that. But on second thought, raping the fox will not be of enough punishment. What's the use of bringing a long, slender whip with him, anyways?
Karasu knelt before Shuuichi, and softly traced his smooth pale back with his index finger. Shuuichi flinched at the touch. He knew what was coming, could feel the leather whip whisper against his skin as Karasu knelt in front of him and took off the duct tape (probably because he wants to hear him scream) before standing upright again.
It was no use to struggle, Shuuichi was feeling too vulnerable in the state he is in, the wards had drained most of his ki and being beaten had taken its toll in his body, human in form.
Shuuichi clenched his fingers in a tight ball as Karasu raised the whip and drove it to Shuuichi's back in a loud crack, sending a wide red stripe. Shuuichi bit down on his lower lip, determined not to give Karasu the pleasure of hearing him cry out even a moan. Karasu sent it again, a little harder, sending a purple stripe across Shuuichi's back on top of the first one.
Karasu wielded it with a surprisingly great skill, not breaking the skin but sending painful red strokes over Shuuichi's back, the end of the lash curling around his side to hit his chest, then thighs. Over and over it hit him, sending the whip crashing against his back, then buttocks. And still he didn't cry out.
"Not screaming, eh?"
Shuuichi felt the blows get harder, rougher, and more painful. He whimpered and a trail of blood trickled down his chin where he'd bitten through his lip, and dug his nails in the skin of his palms. Hot tears started roll down his cheeks from the pain. Shuuichi's back was now solid red from neck to knee. When he finally thought he would faint, Karasu threw the whip aside and grabbed a fistful of Shuuichi's red hair to bring his face up.
"Stupid, stubborn fox! I'm far done with you yet!"
[Even if the sky burns out completely one day]
Shuuichi frowned at him with all the remaining strength he could muster. Karasu growled, Shuuichi's pride was annoying him. He dropped Shuuichi's head and went behind him. Kneeling down once more and Shuuichi bit down on his lips again to stifle a scream as Karasu drags his long needlepoint nails up his tortured back, raking hard and leaving trails of throbbing fire and pain. He does it again, delving deeper into the abused skin, just to prove he can hurt Shuuichi as much as he wants. But Shuuichi still didn't give Karasu what he wanted.
Shuuichi felt pain in his hands because of the continued frictions with the chains. At least they'll go numb soon, and he wished that the other parts of his body would be as lucky. He suddenly felt Karasu move behind him and roughly drag his legs apart. Shuuichi winced, knowing what was on the youkai's mind. Karasu knelt down in between Shuuichi's shivering thighs and took his legs, placing them over his shoulders.
"I'm going to make sure this hurts!"
[Believe only in hope]
Shuuichi contracted all his muscles, even though he knew he could never prevent Karasu from raping him. Shuuichi winced again as he felt himself being ripped part that shot to the core of his being as Karasu rammed one brutal shove inside of him, reaching deeper as the pain inside Shuuichi increased.
Karasu wasn't joking when he said it's going to hurt. It was even more than that. Shuuichi whimpered as felt suffocated with pressure, pressure magnified tenfold by the continued brutal shoves and agony that was rammed over and over inside him and wave after wave of pain that pulsed from his rear straight to his brain, as sharp pricks of pleasure coursed through his nerves. He was tired, and hurt. It was too much, too much severe pain for Shuuichi to bear as dark spots danced in his vision. He willed himself to keep mute despite the flashes of torture that Karasu was inflicting on him. But no matter how much he tries, he still gives out occasional sobs and moans.
Shuuichi felt the pricking hardness being pulled off him, almost leaving his body, and then Karasu pushed it all in again, arousing more pain. He started to move inside Shuuichi, jabbing and digging into him, plunging a vicious jab into the weakened, ningen body, moving forcefully with all energy and doing his best to hurt Shuuichi as he shifted and moved up and down and to the sides within the redhead with no care, tearing Shuuichi's chaste spirit as Karasu rammed over and over to his tortured, bruised body
Karasu continued to thrust in and out, each thrust deeper and harder than the other, tearing Shuuichi up inside so that blood started to drip down his thighs.
[Even if you collapse from sadness/sorrow]
Shuuichi cried out softly when he felt Karasu come and hissed in pain as the raven drew back. Shuuichi felt himself weaken and went limp down on the floor, felt every single remaining strength that the wards had left him was wrenched away from him during the fierce assault, his breathing uneven amidst his pallor.
[If my chest embraces you more strongly, tomorrow surely we can survive]
'No, he had not wanted this, not this! So much agony!'
If he could just let himself go and die. He only wanted to faint, not to feel the extreme pain, and it happens, a whirlwind that sweeps him along into the darkness.
Little did Kurama know, that his family had seen everything that happened to him.
*****
Koenma and Botan entered Koenma's office, determined to hold Kurama's family's papers as much as possible.
Another pile of *urgent* folders were on top of Koenma's table.
"Another pile?! We have no time for those!"
"Um, Koenma-sama?" Botan stuttered.
"Nani?!"
Botan pointed with a trembling finger at the topmost folder on the pile, there written as well in eye hurting yellow, were the words
Kurama/Minamino, Shuuichi
*****
To be continued.
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Kurama: 0.0
Hiei: whoa! That's nasty!
WK: Gomen if I had been harsh! That's just how the story has to go!
Kurama: *gives WK an understanding smile* that's ok, pretty saddening at the part when my family was there to witness it though, and for Shuuichi. Wish you luck on the reviews!
WK: minna-san! Please don't get angry at me! I did warn you, didn't I?! It might take forever before I update again! Sorry in advance for the cliffhanger! And, uh, to those who've read this, you probably noticed the, uh, changes. Now, I post this question: who is better looking? Shuuichi or Kurama?
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