Authors note: Okay, here we go. Chapter three is here. I'm afraid this one might be a little more on the dark side. Well, a lot more on the dark side really. And it's really pushing the PG-13 line too, but I managed to tone it down to a semi-safe read. So, enjoy and please review. I mean come on! It's not that bad of a story, is it?

And by the way, I don't care when Yusuke's real birthday is! For the sake of everything, I say it's when I want it to be. After all, it's fan FICTION isn't it?

Disclaimer: Yami Yami Yugi does not own Yu Yu Hakusho. (She technically doesn't own the villain either, but we'll get into that later.)

Warning: Yaoi (M/M) relationships. Mention of rape.

The crisp air of Fall turned into the icy wind of Winter. Early December arrived from out of nowhere and the early birds were getting a head start on some Christmas shopping. Among the early shoppers one would find a redheaded teen on a mission to buy a gift for his boyfriend. Of but he wasn't exactly out looking for a Christmas gift just yet.

"Birthday gift for Yusuke… Birthday gift for Yusuke… Birthday gift for Yusuke…"

Kurama was stumped. He had no idea what Yusuke would want for his birthday. Honestly, he had the impression that all the Spirit Detective would wish for on his birthday would be not to die before his next one. But that didn't help very much. He needed to get him something special (and preferably solid.) For a split second he wished he hadn't given away the Love Blossom so soon. He could have given him that.

But the fact was he couldn't, and now he afraid that he would never be able to find a suitable gift for Yusuke. And he didn't even want to start on what he was going to have to do for Christmas.

Shuffling through the freshly fallen snow from the previous night he looked at the displays in the various shops he passed by. Once or twice he stopped to look at something more closely, but ended up just shaking his head and walking on. Nothing he saw was good enough.

Checking his watch, he figured it was time to head home. Tomorrow he would look in a different part of the city, and maybe have some more luck there. But just as he was about to turn tail, something in one of the windows caught his eye. Tuning around to examine it, he smiled and ran into the shop, almost knocking a little old lady with many bags and boxes to the floor.

Twenty minutes later he was walking out of the shop with a small, thin box. Smiling to himself he headed home to wrap it. He still had a while before Yusuke's birthday, but he couldn't wait until he got to give it to him.

Out of nowhere a chill came down his spine. He shivered and looked around. It felt odd, but then again after a long summer and a warmer than usual Fall, a burst of cold air would feel weird to anyone. Wrapping his coat tighter around himself, Kurama kept on walking.

In a hurry to get home as to not worry his mother, he picked up his pace. It didn't matter how old he was in demon years. To his mother, he was still seventeen and still had an eleven o'clock curfew.

Hanging a left he decided to take a shortcut through an alley. From the other side it would take him down only one more block before reaching his house.

Another chill ran down his spine. It was getting colder. As soon as he got home he was going to have a nice cup of hot tea. Almost at the end of the alley way he felt another chill along with a prickling in the back of his neck.

'Wait a minute,' he thought to himself. That was no wind. He whirled around and was about to unleash his Spirit Energy, but it was too late. The next thing he knew was darkness.

Hiei's head shot up. He could have sworn he just felt Kurama's energy. But it was gone now. He scanned the area quickly but found no traces of demon energy. Perhaps it was a false alarm.

But that couldn't be right. With Kurama, it was never a false alarm. But he shouldn't be worried. He knew Kurama could hold his own in a battle. But he still had this feeling…

Deciding there was no harm in checking, he removed the seal from his Jagan and looked around. The next second he sprinted off in the direction he felt that last blast of Spirit Energy come from. Not only could he not find Kurama's Spirit Energy, he could not find Kurama at all!

Running as fast as he could (which was pretty fast) he landed in the area where he knew Kurama last was. It was a dark alley way between two large, brick buildings. Walking carefully between them, he looked down at the ground. There was a set of footprints that he knew belonged to Kurama. A few feet away they ended at a big messy imprint in the snow that looked like someone had fallen there. Other than that, there was nothing to indicate that anyone else had been there. There were no other footprints, no blood, and no sign of struggle other than the fact that someone had clearly fallen down.

But there was something, just a few inches away from where the footprints ended. Lying in the snow was a small rectangular box that had fallen open. Hanging out of it was something gold with a clasp. Reaching down and picking it up, Hiei opened it up and looked inside.

He snapped it shut angrily. Oh yeah, something was definitely wrong. Kurama had been there alright , but there was no way he would have left something like this just lying around. Something had happened to him.

Shoving the golden item into his cloak, he ran off. He had to find Kurama.

A soft groan echoed through the darkness as Kurama slowly began to regain consciousness. Immediately on the alert, his eyes snapped open and he tried to look around. The first thing he was aware of was that it was pitch black in… where ever he was, followed by that he was on his back and it felt like a white hot knife was ripping it's way through his chest. Letting out a hiss of pain, he tried to stand up, only to find that he couldn't. Once more he tried, but couldn't manage more than getting to his knees. His arms were tied behind his back as well as his legs at the knees and ankles.

"Kuku kuku…"

Kurama's head snapped up. "Who's there!" he demanded into the darkness.

"Heh, You'd like that, wouldn't you? For me to tell you who I am. Well I don't think I should tell you. These things are more fun when done anonymously, after all."

"What things? What do you want with me?"

He heard his captor move up in front of him. It sounded like he was wearing a very large cloak that smelled like a dead animal. The man bent down and tilted the redhead's chin up, even though Kurama still couldn't see a thing.

"I've been watching you, Kurama," he said in his deep voice, "And I like what I see." A feeling of dread falling into the pit of his stomach, he tried to free himself from his bonds once again. "Don't bother," Mr. Mysterious said, amused. He let go of Kurama's face and stood up strait. "It's the -Hagane plant- the strongest in the Makai. It's as strong as steel. You can't break away from it."

Kurama almost rolled his eyes. The guy used a -plant- to restrain him? Even considering using a plant against Kurama was idiotic. Actually going through with it was crossing the line from moron into complete ignoramus. Oh well, it was his funeral.

Unleashing his spirit energy to manipulate the vines to let go of him and strangle his captor, he was forced to stop, letting out a gasp of pain as the pain on his chest multiplied ten fold. Wrenching his face as the pain subsided, he said through clenched teeth, "What did you do?"

"Why, whatever do you mean?"

Kurama let out a low growl in the back of his throat. This man had a death wish; one that Kurama was more than happy to give him. He tried to unleash his rose whip using his hair (as his arms where tied) but the same thing happened. But this time he noticed that light glowed from his chest when he tried using his Spirit Energy that subsided as the pain did. It was almost as if…

"A seal," he breathed.

"That's right," the man said, clearly amused. "I placed a seal on your spirit energy. By carving it onto your chest, I've made you as weak as a normal human. True, I could have just as easily drawn it onto you, but carving it with a knife is just so much more fun, don't you think?"

That feeling of dread had returned to Kurama's stomach, only much greater this time. Tied down. No spirit energy. He was completely at this man's mercy. An unfamiliar wave of panic coursed through his body, and it must have been pretty obvious because the man laughed.

"Now that's what I like; when they realize that there is no hope for escape and are mine for the taking." He grabbed Kurama by the hair and roughly jerked him up. He brought his face close to Kurama's that the fox could see a faint outline of his captor and feel his hot breath on his face. "You're mine Fox."

He crushed Kurama's lips against his own. Kurama's eyes widened before he regained his senses and tried to get away. This was not happening was what he told himself. It was just some horrible dream. But a little voice in his head said that that wasn't true. That this was happening, and that just made him struggle even more. He felt his captor's slimy tongue force its way into his mouth, and he felt like he was going to puke. Pulling off some tricky maneuvering, he managed to ram his elbow into the man's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He was released from the man's hold over him for a moment and fell to the ground.

But his relief was short lived when he was yanked up and shoved roughly against the wall. "I wouldn't do that again if I were you, Kurama," he growled. "In fact, you are going to be very obedient tonight, and do exactly as I say."

"And what would make you think that delusion is going to come true?" he spat back.

"Because it you don't do as I say willingly, then I will still take you as my own, and then go after all your little friends." Kurama's eyes widened, the feeling of dread multiplying by ten. "That's right Kurama. All the girls, Hiei, Yusuke…"

Kurama's blood boiled as his anger rose at an alarming rate. "Don't you dare! Don't you dare touch any of them!" he shouted, trying to lunge at him, but was held in place by his captor pinning him to the wall.

"I see I struck a cord. So what will it be Kurama? Are you ready to behave like a good little boy?" Kurama didn't say anything, but just glared into the darkness at where he knew the sick bastard was watching him. "I'll take your silence as a yes."

-'It doesn't make any sense!'-

Hiei stopped on one on of the branches of a tree in the park.

-'I must have gone through the entire city five times by now! What am I missing?'-

He looked around and jumped over a few more trees until he landed on the tallest one. He removed the seal from his Jagan once again and scanned the area desperate to find something-anything- that might give him a clue as to where Kurama might be. A moment latter he saw it. In fact, he was surprised he didn't see it before.

There was on area, a few miles from the park, which he just couldn't look into. It was like there was a barrier covering it, but he couldn't see it, even with his Jagan. If that wasn't the place to look for a missing demon, nowhere was.

Retying his seal he ran off in that direction. He did not have a good feeling about this whole scenario, and he just hoped that he would not be too late.

"Master," a young female voice sounded through the room, interrupting, much to Kurama's relief and his captor's annoyance.

"What is it?" he snapped, not at all happy about being stopped just as he was getting ready to go another round.

"It's time. He's here."

Kurama tried to turn his head but was held down in place. He didn't understand what was going on. This girl was so soft spoken and innocent sounding, and yet she had a ghost-like feeling around her. He could tell this even without his spiritual power. But who was she, and why was she working for this monster?

But he had no time to wonder about this before he was given a sharp kick to the stomach that sent him across the room and into the opposite wall. He let out a moan of pain as his body made contact with the hard concrete.

"Well fox," the man's voice said, "It's seems that our time together has been cut short. But I enjoyed our little game. Perhaps I'll come back to play again sometime in the future." With that said he left, locking the door behind him with a soft click.

Kurama didn't move for awhile, just laying on the ground gasping for breath. 'He's gone,' he told him self. 'I can find a way out of this now.'

He gathered up all his strength and tried to sit up, which was hard considering his hands were still tied. But either was it didn't matter because about half way up he fell back onto his stomach because it hurt too much. Tried again a second time and managed even less. The third time he barely even moved. It didn't make any sense. He'd been hurt worse than this and under worse conditions (if that was possible) so why was he in so much pain? Why was he too weak?

You're too weak > His captor's words suddenly reentered his mind.

You're pathetic. You won't even fight back>

He shook his head trying to rid himself of the memory, but couldn't seem to get it out of his mind.

Go on, tell me you want this>

I want this>

'No!' Kurama shook his head furiously.

Beg me to>

Please, do it>

'No! You forced me to say that! I had no choice!' he screamed in his head.

Such a whore. You're enjoying this, aren't you?>

"Shut up!" he screamed out loud. He was on his knees, eyes squeezed tight. "Leave me alone!" his voice echoed through the empty room.

You're too weak>

"Stop it! It's not true."

You're too weak>

"It's not true," he said, his voice becoming weaker each time.

You're too weak>

"Not true." He started to shake slightly.

Too weak>

"It's not true!" he sobbed, shaking his head. He couldn't keep his eyes open. "It's not… true…" He fell back to the floor, his captor's words still running through his mind as he blacked out.

You're too weak>

Hiei growled in frustration. He'd been trying to find a way inside the barrier for at least ten minutes now. There had to be a way in! He slashed at it with his sword again, already ready for impact. But to his surprise, there was none. It was gone.

He looked up at the sky and caught a glimpse of a dark cloud that was just bursting with demon energy before it disappeared. He clenched his fist wanting more than anything to go after it, but knew he had to get Kurama first.

And with that thought he darted forward, slashing the door open on the way. He stopped at the entrance and looked around. There was no sign of Kurama's energy but…

His eyes widened and moved to the far corner. Carefully he bent down and turned over the bloodied figure, and much to his horror his suspicions were correct.

"Kurama…" he whispered. He tried to sit him up, but stopped when a pained sound came out of his friend's mouth. "Kurama are you awake? Can you hear me?" There was no response. He was out cold.

Gentler this time, he sat him up and saw that his hands were tied. Moving to untie them he frowned. 'Vines?' He untied him and took a closer look at them. What kind of idiot uses a plat to restrain Kurama? And… why didn't he just use them to fight back?

He picked him up and looked around. There was no sign of Kurama's clothes and his skin was freezing. Careful not to hurt him anymore than he was already, Hiei wrapped his own cloak around him. It wasn't muck, but at least it provided him with some coverage.

He stepped outside into the moonlight. He felt him shift slightly in his arm and looked down at him. Mixed in with the blood his face was tear streaked with fresh ones still falling, and he was shivering like mad. He knew he had to get him to help as soon as possible and quickly racked his brain for a place to take him.

Kurama would kill him if he brought him to his mother. Yusuke's whole class was on some weekend field trip, so Yusuke, Keiko, and the Baka were out. Shizuru was a chaperone, so she was no help either. There wasn't enough time to bring him to Spirit World or call Botan or Koenma down to earth. And even if there was, there probably wouldn't be much they could do anyway. And Hell would freeze over, thaw out, and freeze over once more before Hiei would trust a Ningen hospital. So what was left?

"…"

Mentally slapping himself for not thinking of this before, he darted off with Kurama in his arms. Why didn't he think of this before? He supposed panic could do that to a person. He wouldn't know; he'd never panicked before. Shaking his head he continued on to Genkai's temple.