Well, here's another chapter. Oh, and just to warn you, there is nudity and non-graphic sexual content in this chapter. Nothing too bad though, being as I can't write sexual situations worth a poo. Don't say I didn't warn you!

Disclaimer: The characters within this work are not mine (excluding Ayashige, Sorako, and Sahirah), so do not sue. I'm broke anyway. Oh, and please don't steal the story plot because that's mine, too.

Chapter 5



Blue eyes.

All she could see was a vast sea of blue. She was drowning in it, her every pore filled with it, and somehow, it really didn't matter. Those eyes were a comfort in the dark, driving away the night. They were her savior.

She had often, in past times, dreamt of those eyes. Eyes that belonged to someone she did not know. Someone from before.

They belonged to him.

His name was a mystery to her, his face always blurred, but his blue eyes were clear. Yet, they were filled with shadow, haunted by some unknown past.

Oh, how she had longed to know his face, to see him smile. She wanted to make those eyes shine. But never had she been able. Until now.

Blue eyes . . . I can . . . I can see your face. You have . . . black hair . . . .

"Why in the hell do we have to go after her anyway?" Yusuke complained, pushing yet another wild bush out of the way.

"You know perfectly well why. Koenma needs Sorako to find this Ayashige person, and besides we can't just let her be stolen away." Botan explained huffily. She honestly couldn't believe Yusuke would even ask such a thing.

The Spirit Detective mumbled something, but she ignored him for more pressing matters. Turning back, her eyes landed on Kurama, who was walking along quite a bit slower than normal, though she didn't blame him. Blunt trauma to the head wasn't good.

He should be resting, not traipsing through a forest in Makai, She thought, watching him with a frown on her face. Yet, she knew he was the one who insisted, claiming Sorako was his responsibility.

The passion in his voice while proclaiming it made Botan slightly jealous. He cared so much for distant woman . . . it just seemed strange. The fox never had been one to make friends so quickly.

The red-head in question, sensing eyes upon him, looked up wearily at Botan. A small smile played across his face when she looked away embarrassed.

Fox, what's wrong with you? Hiei's voice broke into his thoughts, drawing his eyes from the deity.

Other than a mild concussion . . . nothing at all, Kurama told the fire apparition before breaking the link to think.

Awareness was slow in coming to the unconscious woman. Blinking her heavier than normal lids, Sorako temporarily forgot the last few hours events. Her small hands pressed against the frigid floor, pushing herself up. Why am I so cold? She wondered, but was left little time to ponder, realizing she wasn't alone.

"Hello, Pet." A deep resonating voice greeted her in a sickly sweet voice.

Recognition came screaming back to her, and suddenly she wished for death. She knew that voice and the man it belonged to all too well. She was back with the monster.

"No." She whispered, moving away from the source of the voice.

"No?" The man asked, leaning toward her. A sneer forming on his face, he grabbed her roughly by the hair and forced her to look at him. "You don't have a choice, my dear."

Her lips trembled. Her scarlet eyes widened, filling with tears. His fist connected with her cheek at the sign of her weakness. The gust of wind from the blow made her realize another horror: she was naked.

Thoughts of pervious experiences involving nakedness ran through her mind, and she began to break down.

Not again. Please . . . not again. Backing away as much as she could, she closed her eyes hoping it was all just a nightmare. She hoped that the dawn would come and she would wake in Kurama's bed, safe and sound. She didn't want this hell to be real.

"You've been very bad, Pet." He murmured, his lips inches from her ear. "Running away from me. Tsk, tsk."

His breath was hot on her skin, making it crawl. His long fingers curled in her hair made bile rise in her throat. Every inch of her body trembled with the knowledge of what was going to happen. Her breath kept catching in her throat as she stared into those dark, evil eyes. Eyes full of malicious intent.

This can't be happening. It can't. No . . . he isn't . . . . But one look into the devil's onyx eyes told her what she didn't want to believe. What she couldn't believe.

"You know what I do to naughty pets, don't you?" He purred, straddling her bared hips. His inky hair draped around her shoulders, making the skin itch. The cold dungeon floor chilled her bared flesh, causing her to shrink away from it and toward the only heat source in the room: The demon lord.

Lowering his head, his lips found her neck and placed sucking kisses up and down her throat. "I see you missed me, Pet." He chuckled. Pulling her to him, he grabbed her chin and kissed her heavily on the lips.

Perhaps from fear or maybe shock, she gasped, giving him the opportunity to force his tongue into her mouth. The action nearly made her choke, but she did not fight.

The past had taught her that battling the stronger, larger male only made the violation worse, the pain stronger, the duration longer. When she fought, he wouldn't stop until her blood began to pool.

Oh, Blue Eyes, why won't you rescue me? Why don't you come? She wondered, as his tongue probed her mouth, tasting her mercilessly. She couldn't keep the tears from pouring down.

Once he'd had his fill of oral exploration, he removed his hands from her and began to undress.

Sorako clamped her eyes shut, wishing it would all go away, as she often had. She knew he was angry and would make sure she felt every inch of it. He would make her scream in agony before the end.

Yet, what could she do? He was a demon, and she . . . she was merely a weak human girl.

Lowering his naked body toward her, she twisted her head away and forced it all from her mind. I won't scream, She thought as he forced her knees to straddle him, leaving her open to the torture.

"I hope you enjoyed your freedom, Pet, because it will be the last you ever see." The demon murmured, pulling her earlobe almost tenderly before sinking his teeth into her flesh.

Yet, she forced the feeling away. The only thing she let herself see or feel was the memory of a man. The man with blue eyes.

Then, Ayashige thrust his hips forward violently, and she screamed.

Kurama's head whipped around, his eyes scanning the forest for any sign of what he heard. His intentness drew the attention of the others.

"Hey, what is it, Kurama?" Yusuke asked, his brown eyes watching the cunning fox intently.

"A scream." Hiei, who had been silent up to then, spoke for the fox. "A woman's scream."

"Where?" The Spirit Detective asked urgently.

Kurama answered him, pointing east, toward the darkest part of the forest.

"I don't like this. It feels way too creepy over there." Kuwabara murmured, but the group nonetheless changed their course, heading toward the scream.

I hope you're alright, Sorako, Kurama thought, moving to the lead. A whisper of the scream he'd heard still rang in his ears. Such agony . . . .

Deep within the forgotten recesses of the darkness, ebony hair fanned out as its owner desperately tried to listen again for the pained wail he'd just heard. It was a scream that made him think of another from his past. One he could never forget, though he tried.

Liquid tainted with blood leaked from his eyes, thoughts of the woman he'd lost too much to bare. Oh, Sahirah . . . forgive me.

Screams, each more terrible than the last, came to his ears, the agony of their maker was more than he could bare. His awareness faded, and during the last moment of consciousness, he damned his captor for striping another woman of her innocence the way he had with his precious feminine savior.

It's been so many years . . . since you were broken . . . you've been gone so long . . . my beautiful angel.

Well, there you have it, chapter 5. Man, this story is moving along quite a bit faster than I ever would have guessed. Heh, imagine that. Anyway, I hoped you all liked it.

I also hope none of you were too offended by the Sorako torture, but it was necessary to show what she'd been through in the past. If any of you (who don't already know) can tell me who the guy in the last section is will get a cookie (sorry I don't have any real prize)!

Oh, and another name meaning.
Sahirah- pristine (in Egyptian)

Kaija Katake- I'm glad you like the chapter! Also, when I get the time I'll look over your story, but as it is right now, I have no time to do much of anything (my summer job is taking up waaayy too much of my time). But I'll eventually get around to it.

Shessa's Crazy- Glad you like it! Hope this chappie didn't disappoint.

Fireneko- I'm so happy you're enjoying my story! Oh, and you'll just have to wait and see if they're the same!

Until next time, do review!