Disclaimer: Own my new hottie, Narako. And that freak Hiruki. And other random people here and there.
I recently had a review telling me to warn people if the characters are OOC. Well, here's your warning. They are. Kougaiji is not weak and helpless, I know this. He's my favorite Saiyuki boy and one of my obsessions. But I have always imagined that rape would be his breaking point. So it is in this fic.
As for serving Homura, as I know that he is not weak and helpless, I also know that he is not stupid.
Which is why he didn't try to escape. Homura is stronger than him, which I hate to admit. He could take out Shien and Zenon any day, but Homura would kill him.
Kougaiji is not through yet, I can assure you. If you thought he was broken, think again. He'll just need someone to help him along the way. As for Lirin and co., wait one more chappie. Like they would leave Kougaiji for good.
Lastly, my paragraphing is part of my style. I have only found one person who didn't like it, and that is who this is written for.
Kougaiji is a living creature. He does yelp, he does cry, he does scream. If you don't like all this, please stop reading my fanfic. Don't keep torturing yourself on my account if you think this is a 'trainwreck of a crapfic.'
Sorry if I sound rude, but I know what I'm doing. Also sorry for not warning everyone sooner about OOC-ness and such. Thank you, Kiritanpo-san, for trying to help me a bit, though, and thank you for the two compliments.
Kay, I think I'm done. On to the fanfic.
Kougaiji woke in the night. A spike had been driven into the ground, and his chain had been attached to it. Just like a dog...he pulled at the choking chain, but it was no use. He realized slowly that his pants had been pulled on, and that there was someone sleeping next to him: someone who had not helped take his innocence away a few hours ago. This man was exquisite, with long, silky raven hair and pale skin. The hair was what caught the young slave's attention. It was so long, so soft-looking, yet so black. Kougaiji watched him a moment, then reached out to touch that amazing hair.
The man's eyes opened. They, too, amazed Kougaiji. They were a pure, dark violet, almost black. He sat up.
"How do you feel?" Only then did Kougaiji realize how badly he hurt, all over. He held his stomach as pains lanced through it.
"I hurt." The man nodded. He gently lay Kougaiji down, and began massaging his taut abs. Kougaiji closed his eyes, melting slowly back into oblivion...almost there...
"What's your name?" The man's voice cut the darkness. In his almost unconscious state, Kougaiji's voice was nearly incoherant.
"Kougaiji..." He heard the man's soft sound of disbelief.
"The prince of demons? Better not tell the others that. Tell them your name is Kou, if they ever bother to ask. My name is Narako." Kougaiji nodded sleepily. Narako continued.
"If you're the prince, you can't be more than 19 years old. Being raped like that...you lost your virginity, didn't you?" Again, Kougaiji nodded, but there were tears in his eyes this time. Narako reached up and wiped away the ones that spilled over.
"Don't worry, princeling, I'll be here when you need me." As he continued to rub gently over Kougaiji's face, the prince found himself slipping into a dreamless sleep.
A kick in the ribs caused him to stir slightly.
"Up, slave." He opened his eyes blearily.
"Huh?...hngh!" He was yanked harshly up to half-standing, held up by Hiruki, who was holding his chain at the neck. The chain was still attached to the spike, accounting for his uncomfortable position. The sadistic rapist glared at him. Kougaiji saw the other members of the gang watching them.
"You're supposed to be up already! Go cook us breakfast!" Kougaiji blinked.
"I-I don't know how to cook." He yelped as a harsh slap resounded off his cheek.
"You can't cook? Can you make tea?"
"N-no." Slap!
"Can you build a fire?"
"N-no." Slap!
"Can you do anything a slave can?"
"I-I can clean..." SLAP! That one made his head rebound, and he yelped again. Hiruki shook him.
"What the hell kind of slave are you?" He shoved Kougaiji to the ground hard. Snorting, he kicked him in the stomach.
"Stupid kid. Only good for fun." He turned away, leaving Kougaiji gasping on the ground.
"He'll have more use when we get home. For now, you can just use him if you get the urge." Kougaiji turned over. He knew this day would bring only pain.