DISCLAIMER- yes, I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho.
The Bitter Destiny of Sweet Revenge.
The days are spent thinking of ways to end the cycle.
The nights are spent executing those puesdo-perfect plans.
The dusk symbolizes the small hope of success.
The dawn is the harsh reality of failure.
Like twin stars they will forever be destined to come together.
The sun spills her cool rays on two battered bodies. Two souls drift to the same spot every night to binge on their sorrow then purge on their pain. They seem to be nothing more than piles of flesh and bone tossed against the alley's brick walls. As morning sings in full glory, the forgotten bodies stir to unwanted life. Dried blood flakes off of unclenching hand as metal tools of clang to the dirty ground. Still moist blood sticks to thighs as they shift and slide into a less painful position
Words have never passed between them. No need. Eye contact is forbidden because it can lead to questions neither one of them is willing to answer. The small jingle of a returning cat's belled collar brings the alley mates out of their tormented world and into the real one. The silence is broke with one simple question. Why?
"Why do you attempt to kill yourself every night?" a small voice whispers from the shadows. His naked form slowly searching for the tattered rags he calls clothes.
"Why do you allow him to rape you every night?" The banished demon enquires without answering his given question.
Cold wine-colored eyes stare into the fleeting shadows of the alley way as the youth quickly pulls his long shirt over his head covering his body ironically a blush of modesty kisses his cheeks.
"Only a coward would commit suicide. And to have failed at it as many times as you have not only displays you spineless nature but your incompetence as well" The boy retaliates
Hiei knew his actions were dishonorable but to hear the words spill from the lips of a mere human enraged him forcing him to break another taboo. Physical contact. Hiei rises to his feet and slowly walk over to the trembling youth. He kneels in front of the boy, his callous hand reaches out firmly gripping the lanky boys chin. "And only a foolish coward would allow himself to be fucked every night against his will." he says daring him to respond. Hiei gazes at his pale blue eyes nearly fascinated by how they seem to almost disappear into the colorless regions of the glazed orb.
"I am a worthless whore." He finally says breaking the gaze as well as the silence. His pure black hair dangles unrefined into his face shielding his emotions. "What is your excuse?"
'Why the hell not.' Kurama fumes as his tails swish back and forth as his paws tread over the child like god's desk scattering the papers in his wake.
"Because you can't." Koenma says tosses his royal stamp to the side realizing any chance of his present work being done is beyond futile while the kitsune is traipsing about.
'Hn' he scoffs. 'So the sixteen years of my human live was nothing more than a mass illusion.'
"No it was real, so do you plan to steal yet another's life." The small yet seemingly fearless child inquires.
'My own life was unjustly stolen from me. The book of the dead rests in your procession, and you did nothing to stop it or even warn me of my fate. You are a greater fool than I if you believe I will not seek the revenge my broken heart yearns for.' he jumps down from the desk and walks over to the door.
"Kurama, vengeance is a path only befitting the damned. You will never find peace."
The fox looks over his shoulder and coldly replies, 'Then I shall find comfort in the memories of his slain body as I roam the hallowed halls of my own hell.'