Author's note: I don't own anyone except the various demons that you don't recognize. I know that I need to work on my other fics but at the moment, I am pausing so that I can get back on track with them…and of course, this plot bit. I promise that there will be a happy ending but it won't be that way for a while so be prepared that this is a pretty dark story. If Yaoi, Incest, Rape, and Torture are not to your liking DO NOT READ!

Prologue: A New Case, A New Partner, and Disturbing News

Even after ten thousand years, Kazuma Kuwabara is still wary of new cases. He's even more suspicious when he's told that he's not working with his friends but with someone completely different, though not unknown to him. He sighs and paces once again. He's been waiting for almost thirty minutes for Koenma to get here and it is shooting his nerves straight to hell the longer the prince takes. The carrot-top hadn't changed since he was made immortal at the age of eighteen save that his hair now brushed his shoulders. He had matured a lot and had become much more powerful than he could have ever imagined after being formally trained. He only wonders if any of his training will prepare him for whoever Koenma's sticking him with.

Finally, the door opens and Koenma walks in. he's in his teenage form and without the pacifier, his amused smile is evident. He turns and beckons whoever is behind him into the room and when they enter, Kuwabara almost has a heart attack. "No way!" he yells recognizing the burly demon in the jacket and sunglasses, "There is no way I am going anywhere with him!"

"Kuwabara, yes you are," Koenma says sternly, "Now stop yelling and listen! I am not going to deal with you getting all childish. I just had to deal with him and I am NOT going to do that again. Both of you will work together on this because this isn't the sort of case I give out usually. This is actually a favor for Oto and you are going to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid."

"What, exactly, are we going to do?" Kuwabara demands ignoring the looks of surprise and trepidation on the burly demon's face that stated he had no idea what the hell was going on.

"You are going to find Ani. Almost ten thousand years ago, he was removed from Kurama's plant by a group of rogue demons, brought to the Makai, and sold as a slave. At the current time, there is no information as to his current location," Koenma answers sounding quite flippant about the whole situation.

"What?" Oto asks as if he hadn't heard the demigod correctly.

"Your brother has been in slavery for almost ten thousand years. Since you have finally served your sentence, I am letting you go find him and putting both of you on probation pending whether or not you can be trusted not to kill innocents," he answers.

Kuwabara is sure that Koenma is at the top of the burly demon's to kill list even with the demon's dark lenses. He has no idea why they hadn't been told that Ani was taken from that plant. It could have ended up with everyone dead. "Do we even have a starting point?" Kuwabara inquires.

"Yes, the first place where he was sold. I'll open you a portal right outside of the town it is in."

Kuwabara sighs softly. This was great; he was going on a wild goose chase with one of his greatest enemies to find the other one of his greatest enemies. Things could get much more pathetic. Slowly, he turns to face Oto. "Alright, let's go but I am warning you, one wrong move and I am not going any farther. I don't particularly care to find your brother because I honestly can't stand the very ground he walks on, but I don't see me having a choice at the moment," he tells him. Oto merely nods his head. For some reason, Kuwabara has a sinking suspicion that he is not going to like this case at all.

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He was in pain but that was normal. He was almost always in pain. His masters enjoyed it, enjoyed hurting him. They loved to make him bleed and see what cries of pain they could pull from him. Tangled gray black hair hangs around his shoulders falling into his face as he scrubs the floor. He had to get this done or his master was going to be angry with him…and his master angry was not pleasant at all. His master was never kind to him but when he was angry…the small figure quickly shakes his head. Thinking about such things only brought trouble and he didn't need that right now. He was a good slave and he would prove that by finishing his chores. He slowly makes his way across the floor, wincing as his lower body felt as though it was on fire. His master had been upset last night at one of his cooks and had taken it out on him.

Finally, the floor is spotless and he returns the mop and bucket to their rightful places. He looks around at the clean house and nods. His master would be pleased at the job he'd done. As he shuts the door to the closet, he hears the door open downstairs and knows that his master has returned. He waits to be summoned. "SLAVE!" his master booms up the stairs. Quickly, the small figure hurries to him.

"You called, master," he asks with his eyes lowered onto the floor in meek obedience.

"Yes, yes I did," the demon answers before looking around. The place was cleaned as he had commanded. "You have pleased me by getting your chores done this time, slave."

Slave. That was his name…had been his name for as long as he could remember. He was nothing but someone else's property. He had forgotten his own name, his past. Anyone who saw him now would never believe he had once been Aniki Toguro; a human-turned demon with a penchant for hurting his enemies. They would never believe that this broken creature was ever a powerful or feared enemy of the Spirit Detectives. He was too timid, too subservient…too eager to please. Warded and powerless, harsh lessons had molded him into the perfect slave stripping from him anything he had once known including what he was or what he could do. All that was left of the demon is a fragile creature used for the sadistic pleasure of any and all who buy him trained only to serve and please his masters in anyway that may be required…especially sex. Aniki Toguro, a wanted criminal considered dangerous to any and all who approached him, has virtually ceased to exist.