Alas, I have not been able to spell the name of the demon world for quite some time now. If you know it, could you please inform me?
As I Kuwabara sat in Botan's apartment, I peered out her window onto the dank, dark streets of the city of Gandara; I saw two dark figures walking down the street holding hands. This is their adventure.
Darkness enveloped the two characters as they walked along the Maikai sidewalk. The two did not notice the crude graffiti lining the broken down street.
"Mukuro, thank you. How can I ever repay you?" Hiei wanted to make a good impression on a future mate.
"Right now, all I need is a little confidence," The last relationship she was in failed miserably. Everyone only wanted her for her land, money, and power. Neither Yomi nor Raizen was to be trusted.
Hiei seemed different. He didn't seem like he cared for material possessions.
"Do you need to talk about it?" questioned an unusually curious Hiei. He looked at Mukuro only to se the S class demon sobbing into her hands. "What have they done to you?"
"I," her voice went cold and distant, "Can't discuss it presently." She just couldn't open up to a man just yet…maybe a woman, but not a man. She cried some more, her tears falling onto the bitterly cold cement. She felt the material of a soft cotton cloak fall over her shoulders.
"Are you cold?" asked a, for once, genuinely concerned Hiei.
"Yes, thank you," Mukuro answered, but in the back of her head, she realized that this relationship wouldn't work out. None of her boyfriends stayed for very long.
Hiei couldn't let her bitterness slide, so he decided to see what had happened. Using his jagan eye, he pried her subconscious open and peered into the depths of her mind.
Flashback
A resounding slap echoed across the great hall of Raizen's palace. The angry youkai had waited past his prime. He wanted that power now.
"Bitch, you've kept me at bay for too long," Raizen hissed at Mukiro, while pinning her against the wall.
"No! If you don't really love me, you can't love me!" Mukuro screamed, but it was too late.
For Hiei, the picture went dark and the scene changed. The next scene he saw was much older. A young Mukuro, no older than 7, was cowering away from a tall burly man with red hair who looked to be her father. The man radiated hot anger out of his pores.
"Stupid girl! These dishes are still greasy!" The man yelled as his face turned bright red.
"I'm sorry papa, I'm sorry!" the young Mukuro cried out in fear. The man screaming at her was the man she feared the most.
"Scrub, woman, scrub!" He reached for his brass studded belt that hung from the kitchen wall. He raised it into a high arc, just missing the swinging light fixture.
"Papa, No!"
Again, the picture broke up, and a new picture took its place. This time, the room was almost black. Mukuro stood facing a desk. A hooded figure sat in a black chair. There was one light, a candle, sitting on the edge of the desk. The man opened his mouth to speak.
"You know what I want," his voice was hushed and quiet.
"Why do you want to do this to me?" Mukuro was afraid. For the third time, Mukuro feared a man.
"Gain his trust. Bring him to me," the man was pure evil.
"No, I refuse! I won't submit to your whims!" She felt she had to resist. He wanted an innocent, wanted to hurt a man who had done nothing to him.
"I can do many horrors, if you persist. Bring him to me. I have longed to break that arrogant fool who thinks he is so powerful. You may go."
Mukuro turned on her heel and walked sedately out of the room. She wished with all her might that the target of the hooded man didn't love her.
End Flashback
While Hiei was enthralled in visions of Mukuro's life, the couple had walked across the Gandara dividing street. Mukuro stopped Hiei in front of a darkened office building.
"Is this where you live?" Hiei was a bit confused. He had expected a richly decorated palace.
"Follow me," Mukuro whispered sadly and grabbed his hand again. This was the hardest thing she had ever done.
They walked in silence, up three flights of stairs, with Mukuro holding tightly to Hiei's hand. Before they could climb the last flight of staris, Hiei stopped Mukuro.
"I saw…"
"Then you know?"
"It must have been hard for you: an abusive father, boyfriend, and having to betray your second boyfriend."
"I'm sorry…You are my second boyfriend." Mukuro opened the door, and a yellow gas poured out, washing waves of dreamless sleep over Hiei