I keep having to chant Quantity over Quality...It's sad. Ah! I just read the latest review. I love you new readers...remember there is a life outside of fanfiction...it's scary...but...it's there! Yeah...always run back to fanfics when you venture out to it. I don't know what I'm talking about, I just finished athing of ice cream (not like there was much left). So! This is kind of the last real chapter, next we have an epilogue, which I beg you all to read, because it was hard to write. So yeah...moving on!

Quote of the Day! "There isn't a person without scars on their heart. If they didn't, they would be a shallow bastard."--Hiei (spoken to Kurama)

Warnings: Last real chapter! OC, naturally but not the end of the OC! Wait till the Epilogue! Umm, it gets sick. A bit of...incest I guess I could say. Near rape. Defeated Hiei, death, blood, the end of the flashbacks.

Rating: We're up to M, we're sticking with M on this chapter...really, it's...ech...disturbing (and I wrote it! what does that say about me!)

Hiei let the chains hold his arms up as he sat on his knees looking blankly at the floor. His heart raced as he waited patiently for the usual ritual of his father appearing seemingly out of no where and trying to take him, to break him. His eyes had lost their spirit, their emotions as he waited. He had started to back down for a while, not finding himself slammed into the wall with sickening noises emanating from his back from the abuse, and now he knew it would be the last time he would be in this situation. It had been six months since his finger had been burned, 2 years since he had left for the Makai. After a month of no food whatsoever he decided to keep track, making tally marks in the wall. At first his father had laughed at him, but soon the joke became old and he ignored them. Today there was no fresh mark though as Hiei sat there waiting, with obvious defeat in his eyes.

"Good morning Hiei, did you have a good night's sleep?" his voice came from the top of the stairs and Hiei nodded. He had actually slept the night before, and it was well deserved.

"Yes sir…" he said, just loud enough for his father to hear him. The full fledged fire apparition stepped into the dim light.

"Has your Fox died Hiei? You seem to have lost all hope…"

"There is no hope left for me…" Hiei replied, not giving a direct answer. His father smirked and crouched down next to him and touched his face gently.

"Are you submitting yourself to me?" Hiei's arm twitched and his father stiffened, but when he saw the hand reaching into Hiei's shirt and pulling out the engagement ring he had protected for so long, and witnessed as what little energy had been placed in it flow back to Hiei, he relaxed slightly. Hiei held it up slightly, his chains rattling slightly. His father smirked and took it from his hand quickly. As Hiei watched him inspect the ring carefully he bit his lip and looked away quickly.

"Trying to hide your pain Hiei? There's no point. I told you six months ago something like this would happen; all you have to do now is completely give yourself into me." Hiei shuddered and nodded slightly. A tear gem made its appearance on the ground and his father smirked and stood up carefully.

"Close your eyes my son." Hiei did as he was told; he could hear the door being locked from the inside and his father's cape dropping to the floor with a rustle. He could hear the slight rattling of keys as first his feet and than his arms were released. He fell to the floor automatically and was lifted up by his father's strong arms.

"You see how alike we are boy? I knew you would break eventually, because I did it too. I had to, I had to escape, but first I had to submit myself to my master's will. You won't be able to escape, you have no reason to anymore, and you'll find that I'm a good master when my servants obey me…" he whispered working on Hiei's clothes. Hiei could feel the urge to be sick rise, but he didn't move, knowing that he had to endure it. Finally rid of all his clothes Hiei was placed back down gently onto the floor as his father looked at him and smirked, running his hands down Hiei's bruised back.

"I shall enjoy this…" he whispered huskily. Hiei shifted and lifted up onto his hands and knees and spread his legs. His father laughed.

"Impatient are we? I don't blame you, two years of nothing but despair, you deserve this…" he said patting the small of Hiei's back. Hiei could hear him remove his clothes than slowly lowered down so bare skin met bare skin. Hiei glanced around quickly locating things as his father stroked some lose hair behind his ear.

"It's been awhile since I've actually taken my time and lost my self, let's make this extra special for both of us…" Hiei smirked.

"Yes…lets…" he growled out. In a flash he had jumped up, knocking his father back and clamping the chains around his wrists and ankles. He had the keys already in hand and made sure that they were locked securely. His father growled.

"What do you hope to accomplish? I can still move freely enough! You can't get out of here with out being spotted by some one!" Hiei smirked again, the life back in his eyes.

"You can move freely? Oh really?" He glanced up where the dark purple rose brought the chains to one point high enough so it couldn't be reached and making it so that the farthest its prisoner could move was as far as Hiei had been, approximately 3 feet from the wall. His father laughed.

"You expect a simple rose to hold? Pathetic!" he said as he started to move, trying to break free. Hiei picked up his father's sword off the ground and looked at it.

"Nice blade…" he said nonchalantly. His father stopped struggling and looked up frightened.

"You wouldn't kill your own father, would you?" he asked sweetly. Hiei looked at him than crouched down and took held his face gently in his hand.

"You and I are not so alike you know. You would've taken your own son, and you doubt that I would kill you? You're naïve," he hissed. In another flash he was gone, only to reappear with the rose in his hand and the sword stuck in the dirt wall to its hilt.

"Funny thing about roses, they seem so weak, but when made by the right person, they become the most powerful thing in the world. And I would think immortal, I mean one rose like this, lasting for what has it been now? Two years?" Hiei smirked at him as his father glared.

"What are you planning on doing? Getting dressed and walking out of here like nothing is wrong? It'll never work."

"That's where you're wrong, it'll work." Hiei moved carefully around his father and grabbed his clothes. His father growled.

"Any fool would be able to see through that!" he said as Hiei pulled on the slightly large clothing.

"And what makes you think that?" he asked calmly as his father struggled against his bounds.

"Your hair...it's different. Plus, all of those demons out there know who I am. My aura, my scent, my power, everything! You can't copy those. Hiei looked at him grinning wickedly.

"I don't need to," he hissed, "My sword will draw your aura, your scent, your power, your everything out of you, and I will die my hair red with your life line. And then, who will be able to tell? I will walk out of those doors with that exact same smirk of yours, and I'll look at who ever is standing closest and I will tell them that in exactly 5 minutes they are to walk through that door and do as they please. But they have to wait that 5 minutes out and I'll have said it loud enough that others will have heard me so they'll start lining up and fighting. That gives me all the time in the world to stroll out and to completely destroy this hellhole and your followers." Hiei turned and picked up his clothes, he folded them neatly and tucked them in his father's large cape, then went about retrieving the other objects that belonged to him, including his sword. His father was trembling when he returned in front of him.

"If you kill me, you'll be just like me. What Youko would take you back than, hm? Who would accept you then? You'll have done exactly what you were trying not to do. You'll have become exactly like me; you'll have proved me right. Then what?" he whispered hurriedly. Hiei shook his head and kneeled so he was eye level with his father and looked him in the eye.

"No matter what I do, I will never be like you. You are just another poor soul who has gotten in my way, just another poor soul who has lost his life to my blade. You are complete scum; I would have to give up my code of honor, my love, my friends, my life, and my salvation before becoming anything close to what you are now. I am Hiei, the mate of the Silver Youko Kurama. You are nothing to me," he whispered in a low voice before running his sword through his father's chest. His face held no emotion as his father gasped and lurched forward on the sword, clutching on to Hiei, his eyes slowly going glassy.

"Hiei…my son…please…do not tell your sister…" he choked out before going limp. Hiei withdrew the sword from his chest quickly, the lifeless body still resting on him, he was scowling, and his eyes were darkened.

"Trust me…if I have my way, she'll never find out about either of us…" he whispered, before carefully standing and stepping back. His father's body slumped forward, being held up only by the chains. Hiei closed his eyes and turned. He lightly grasped the sword's blade and wiped the blood off of it and ran his dripping fingers through his hair, dying the white star burst red. He cleaned the sword of completely before sheathing it and opening his eyes once more. He slowly and carefully started to walk to the stairs, not turning back as his foot hit the third stair, then the fourth and so until he reached the door.

"May you rest in peace, Inari knows Koenma doesn't need more trouble on his childish hands," he whispered before walking out. A guard slumped near the door, jumped up to attention as he walked out. Hiei assessed his situation and surroundings quickly, blinking to allow his eyes become accustomed to the new light source burning brightly.

"Sir? Are you all right sir?" the guard asked tentatively. Hiei looked at him, then down at him self. Despite his father's clothes, it was more than obvious he was paler and skinnier in comparison. He never realized how long it had been.

"Yes…" he replied coarsely. "In five minutes, I want you to go down there, and have your way with the boy," he finished before he forgot, trying desperately not to blink while shielding his face and his skin to the best of his abilities.

"You mean…he actually…" Hiei started off.

"Five minutes, any sooner, and I will know!" he said stiffly heading to what seemed like a likely exit. He could feel a general excitement around him as demons tried to casually crowd near the door.

Hiei kept his head down and rubbed his temples feeling the beginnings of a migraine. There were too many noises, too many things going on. His knees shook as he walked briskly. He just had to get out, get out and get a little ways a way. Then he could set a barrier up and sleep and gather his strength for the long trip home. He had to move fast though. He only had five minutes. Hiei swayed and tried to keep going, but he slammed into a large body. He glanced up quickly scowling. A large demon was glaring down at him.

"Going some where small fry?" he growled. Hiei opened his mouth to retort but was cut off before he began.

"Didn't think you'd actually kill your old man, good job…" he growled, "But now I'm afraid, I'm going to have to kill you." Hiei's eyes widened as he tried to avoid an oncoming blow. He was slammed into the wall, and he let out a piercing shriek.

"IMPOSTER!" The demon yelled as Hiei quickly escaped his grasp and ran to the exit.

A brave demon near Hiei's old chambers kicked the door down and rushed in. Soon there was shouting and flashing lights, and sirens, and noises. The door Hiei had spotted leading to his freedom was quickly being blocked. His head pounded as he jumped over obstacles to his main goal, drawing out his sword and rushing forward.

This was it.

If he didn't escape, he never would. He would never see Kurama again; he would never be able to sit on a roof looking up at the night sky filled with stars; he would never be able to be in love. Kurama's smiling face flashed through his mind's eye, laughing and shouting with him during a tickle match, seductively playing a game with him, laughing and crying with him on the bed holding a silver and gold ring, screaming at him to just leave, crying silently on the bed, alone…for ever.

Forever, that is, unless Hiei managed to escape. And as he neared the door, that was his only thought.

He had to escape.

Not for himself…

For Kurama.

Hiei reached the door and made it out. He kept running, still avoiding near misses with death and other demons and various obstacles. They were going to follow him, and they would follow him forever if allowed. Unfortunately, Hiei didn't have the strength to go through that. He neared a forest and saw a strange sight. Chewing his bottom lip, and deciding to take the risk, he ripped the cloak off of him and jumped into a tree while turning around and quickly unwrapping the wards around his forehead and arm.

He lifted his right hand and shouted. The dragon barreled off of his arm, mouth open and destroyed the oncoming demons, the encampment, and the remains of his father. Hiei steadied his arm as the dragon finished the job and returned to him. The image of rubble where a great camp once stood burned into his mind before everything blacked out.

Hiei groaned and blinked a few times. His entire body ached, and the ground beneath his back was slightly damp. He lay still for a few minutes trying to assess his situation before he heard a noise next to him. He shot up quickly and braced himself to fight. The young female roan Youko crouched by the looked up at him and smiled softly.

"Rest my brother, you're in good hands now." Hiei blinked a few times shocked, before relaxing. Pain shot through him and he cried out falling down. The young girl caught him and helped him back down to the crude bed she had made.

"Hush now…hush brother." Hiei grimaced.

"Why are you doing this?" he mumbled as she laid him down and reached over for a bowl of water.

"Your mate."

"He's the Silver Youko Kurama." She lifted his head and carefully poured water down his throat.

"I know," she replied as he drank greedily.

"I thought that there was some kind of animosity between you Youkos and him." The Roan Youko shook her head.

"Only within the closed minded. Besides, as a half breed, I have no place to be against him," she replied. Hiei sighed and looked up at her as she gently guided him back down.

"What may I call you?" he asked.

"I am known as Roe."

"Roe? Hm…right than. Thank you Roe, for all you've done." Roe smiled and shook her head.

"It is nothing my Brother. Now relax, let me take care of your wounds. In a few days, when you are healed and rested, I shall escort you back to the lands of Mukoro so you may find your way home." Hiei looked up at the dark sky and sighed as he heard the fire crackle.

"Home…" he whispered, "What a word…"

Kurama looked down at Hiei in his lap. Hiei was leaned up against him, staring off into space. For him, it was a memory, for Kurama it was a bizarre trip into his mind, watching things play out like a movie. He sighed and rested his chin on Hiei's head and wrapped his arms around his small waist.

"How about you and I go take a nice long bath and then we'll crawl into our nice big bed and go to sleep. How does that sound love?" Hiei smiled softly, his eyes half lidded.

"That sounds good to me," he replied. Kurama smiled and lifted him up. They walked to the door together, holding hands and leaning on each other for support. As they neared Kurama's bedroom, Hiei stopped him.

"Fox?" Kurama stopped and turned to look at him.

"Yes Hiei?" he asked. Hiei looked at him carefully before moving to hug him.

"Where ever you are is home to me, I'll follow you from one end of this silly world to the other. I love you Kurama." Kurama wrapped his arms around Hiei and buried his nose in the smaller demon's hair, and for once in three years, neither one of them was lonely. They were at home, in each other's arms.

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