Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.
Rating: PG-13
Author: AnimeShadow

Title: Misery of the Forbidden Child's Past
Chapter Two

Warning: MIGHT contain spoilers. Yaoi. No lemons; there MIGHT be a lime.
AND THANK GOD IT ISN'T A MARY SUE!

Begin Chapter
Hiei awoke to Koji yelling at him for not waking up early enough. Hiei frightendly got up off the muddy ground. He was soaking wet, for it had rained all night, and dirt clung to his raggy clothing and face. His hair was a mess, but somehow it still was able to destroy all Newton's research on gravity. "F-f-forgive me, Master..." He stuttered, knowing that no matter how much he pleaded, Koji's wrath would not turn away.

This morning Koji was armed with a bloodstained leather whip with metal shards at the tip. The whip connected with Hiei's flesh, and Hiei did his best to contain a wail of pain. !CRACK! The whip hit his back. !CRACK! The whip hit Hiei's left cheek, causing red liquid to drip down Hiei's face. !CRACK! Other seeping wound was added to Hiei's back. Again and again, the whip caused more of Hiei's blood to flow onto the ground.

The pain he felt was worse than when he was with Yasashiku. Hiei cried out, "Please! Master, stop!" This only made Koji more delighted at Hiei's pain. He took out a blade. The silver metal gleamed because of the rising sun. "Hiei...this will be your very first scar."

Koji put the blade over Hiei's waist and then smirked, seeing Hiei's innocent, yet pain-filled eyes widen in fear. Koji drove the sword's blade in a diagnol manner. The wound was deep and, of course, agonizing. Hiei's eyes glistened with tears threatening to spill.

Koji wanted those tears, for he knew how valuable they were. He took some salt out of his hut, which one of his minions got from the Ningenkai (since there was not an ample supply of salt near the village), and packed the bleeding cut with the white substance.

Hiei's tears cascaded down his face like a waterfall. Black gems hit the floor and scattered round him. The sobs would not stop. Soon Hiei stopped crying. Koji collected the black gems and put them into a sack. "Hm...they don't all fit...next time I'll get a bigger bag..." Koji smirked and clutched the black gems and walked away, leaving Hiei to suffer on the ground.

-----Several Hours Later-----

One of the thieves from the village saw Hiei on the ground. "Hm...must be one of Koji's slaves...better treat his wounds so that he lives longer for Koji...Hm? What's this? A...no, it can't be...a BLACK Koorime tear gem? This runt may be a bit more valuable than he looks..." The demon mused to no on in particular.

He picked up the battered child and took him into his own hut. After cleaning his wounds, the demon threw a bucket of icy water onto Hiei's frail body. Hiei awoke with a scared look on his face, and seeing an unfamiliar demon didn't make it go away. "Wh-who are you?" Hiei asked fearfully.

The demon frowned. "Don't ask stupid questions, boy. What's your name?" The demon asked harshly. Hiei looked at the ground. "It's...it's Hiei." The demon glared down at him. "Hiei. You cry Koorime tear gems. I WANT SOME." The demon demanded in its own cruel way.

Hiei's bit his lower lip. He couldn't cry for anyone. Not even this random demon who is nicer than Koji. Hopefully. Maybe. Possibly. Well...maybe not as nice as Koji, as Hiei would soon find out. "Kid, do I have to force it out of you?" The demon growled, punching Hiei's ribs, most likely breaking one.

Hiei's tears did not come, though. That made the demon even more mad. "Cry, dammit!!" The demon shouted at Hiei, breaking his leg [[a/n: -gasp- OMG. That's the first time I've ever cussed in a fanfiction...or somewhere where anyone will see/hear it. -hyperventilates- I hope my mom and dad don't see this. On with the fic]].

When Hiei refused to shed tears, the demon slammed Hiei's young form into a wall. Several tears escaped Hiei's eyes. The demon collected them and said, "Okay, I'm satisfied. This should get me a bundle." He re-treated Hiei's wounds and left Hiei in front of Koji's door.

-----200 Years Later-----

Hiei looked about 10. At least, you would think so if he wasn't covered in his own blood and bruises, laying on a hilltop near the thieves' village. Hiei had been ganged up upon by 20 of the thieves. They had found out he was secretely doing a bit of training, and they were afraid he would destroy them.

Little did they know, they were right. He was the one who would send them to oblivion. Hiei got up and treated his own wounds. He'd figured out that nobody would do it for him. The past 300 years of his life were filled with pain, agony, torture, blood, killing, and hatred. He couldn't stand it. It was time somebody paid for his pain.

He took the katana he stole from Koji's weaponry and headed towards the village. Screaming could be heard from women, children, and even men. Many hours later, Hiei walked away from the village, his black clothes decorated with others' blood. He was no longer their slave.

But what he experienced during the first 300 years of his life would always keep him cold, distant, and seemingly uncaring.

End Chapter

NOTES TO MY REVIEWERS:
I love you all!

Chrisoriented: Thank you for reviewing! I'm glad you like it so much you decided to use that word XP lol
kitsune-of-dark-flame: I'm not too sure...I'm sorry I didn't go into a detailed, graphic scene of the death of all the thieves...if you give me your email address, I'll make one for you, though lol ;;
Animefreak11: I'm glad you think it's good and sad -

THIS IS AN IMPORTANT MESSAGE ABOUT THIS FIC! I'VE DECIDED TO MAKE THESE FIRST TWO CHAPTERS ABOUT HIS PAST; I'LL CONTINUE IT BUT IT WILL BE ABOUT HOW HIS PAST IS SLOWLY TEARING HIS SOUL AND ENTIRE BEING APART. I HOPE YOU DON'T MIND!!!!!

Please read my other story, "The Death of Mary Sue and Mukuro." It's a comedy, in a different sense. Thanks, and please, please, please review!