Destin Enchaîné
Me: Hihi! Here's the next chapter for you. I don't really have anything to say but this. Mature YAOI content warning. Though not depicting sex scenes, it comes very close, borderline 'lemon'. Please be smart. This is why it was rated M. DO NOT read unless you are willing to handle it in a mature fashion. Otherwise, you could be thirteen for all I care. Just don't flame me with complaints
Also, I must say, I really liked writing this chapter. If I had been lazy, this could've waited until Saturday. Don't make me regret it. Please review.
Random Insane Asylum Patient: "Being perceptive brings results!"
Chapter 4
The patter of footstep echoed through the dank alleyway. The clash of metal, reverberating across the walls, followed its predecessor quickly, mixed with cries and groans of pain. Nothing about that stopped the two beings tangled in battle, a struggle to survive. Each reason on the other's part was different. Yet the skillful twists, the turns, and the flips made it look like a complicated dance routine, a game of sorts.
One drew a smirk; he found enjoyment in fighting, much enjoyment from it. The sick, twisted nature was inherited, and he automatically drew excitement off of it. Appearing cool and subdued was how he seemed while he wasn't on the battlefront. Yet here, it was unrepressed violence. The lust for blood, for the twisting dance of dueling with a skilled fighter was a type of stimulant all its own. His opponent, more properly worded, victim was a rare find indeed. No matter how many times the attacker seemed to swing at him, he would dodge skillfully, perhaps a parry and counter would be thrown in to the mix as well. This is what he liked, heated battles between foes, and the final satisfaction of arising as superior. The fighters were evenly matched. Though from the side standpoint of view, one could assume that it could go both ways, the outcome had already been revealed to both men.
The one thing that the attacker was glad about was that this man was not stupid. From the beginning, he had known that if it came down to a fight, he would be the one to fall. After all the careful stalking, and the well-planned attack, the man's assailant wouldn't let his prey escape his clutches. So to top it off, he had a lot of fun in actually leading the victim into the trap. It had been very frustrating at first. His target had noticed the danger, carefully avoiding him and staying in main streets saturated with people. It had not turned out in the way he had planned, though. The stalker deceived him, and he found himself here, far away from any possible help.
Somehow, he could sense the killer's satisfaction. Most likely, this was his business, or his way to survive. Silently he would kill and make his living, or maybe he generally mangled them to satisfy his sadistic desires. Which it was, he did not know. But most likely, he was a good change of pace. He suspected many of the people before him had been trusting, and were quick to be lead to their death. This man was professional at killing, he had years of practice, and it was second nature. That almost made him seem like an animal to the poor victim. Well… that and the fact that he had just heard the man issue a predatory growl as his blade ripped the fabric of his shirt.
The kill was over rather quickly. A subtly as the fight had started; the end was just as abrupt. One moment, they were both perfectly adept with plenty of energy and breath to spare, and then the next the man's victim was dead. It had been very quick, and a polite way to kill in the dark man's point of view. One deep-cut slash across the throat accompanied with a very sudden hit to the head had been enough. The cut had ruined his windpipe, and the hit had shattered his spine, along with breaking his neck. The man savored the fresh scent of blood, which hadn't even had enough time to spill onto the pavement. A he flashed a pearly grin; he flashed pearly canines, as if to show them off to an invisible audience.
Only was the deadly silence broken when then man licked his fingers of blood that had tainted them moments before. Paying no mind to the warm, metallic, taste of it, he looked back to the corpse. With another glisten of his fangs, he turned back to the dead victim. The fight had been a thrill, something that made him feel alive. After wiping the dagger he had been fighting with off with a worn cloth, he sheathed it. He only spent about ten minutes there afterwards, only to dispose of the body elsewhere, somewhere where the victim wouldn't be found until years afterwards. With an evil smirk, he seemed to melt into the shadows, heading off to the stalk the city, surveying for other possible prey.
Kurama, little more than a few miles away, stood out on the balcony. He yawned, but felt refreshed. It was now around midnight. He had fallen asleep little more than a few hours ago. Now, he waited patiently for someone to return. In fact, he had found out a little while ago he had been invited out to 'dinner' at a nice restaurant a little ways away. He was actually waiting for Yuusuke and Kuwabara. To say the least, he was starving. He hadn't eaten since late yesterday afternoon.
In his busy schedule, he was secretly working out a time when he could go back and see Karasu again. Of course, he hadn't told Hiei this. But why should he care so long as the chores got done. On a list by the fridge, Hiei always left specific chores for him to do. When he got it done didn't really matter to the leader so long as they were completed properly and in a respective amount of time. They really didn't take that long, either, he thought to himself. These chores would be especially short tonight, too. All he really had to do was organize some of Hiei's files and go out grocery shopping. While many boys his age would detest it, he really didn't mind that much.
Coming from Japan, he had been in a community that was a very work-school orientated. Even as a child, he'd run around and do his much work that his mother assigned him. Going to the grocery store alone was by far one of the easiest tasks for him, and the one Hiei most appreciated. Many of the members in the large-scale gang weren't willing to do such tasks.
Yet… he still felt slightly lonely tonight. He'd never really felt this way before. From the conclusions he drew, it was from Karasu. Even at the thought of him, the teenager felt mesmerized. The smart, logical part of him told him that any sort of relationship, romantic or not would be harmful to him. Yet there was a wilder part of him that had been bred here in the past to years. The wild side was completely contradictory to his real personality.
It was the part of him that wanted to behave as many gang members did. All too often, it was a clash between starting a fight, and perhaps committing a crime. It was an odd part of him, almost bred into his blood subconsciously. Whenever he had adrenaline running through his veins, he felt like an animal, aggressive, pugnacious, and ignorant. One night, he had ironically rolled his eyes and named the personality 'Youko'. Yes, it had been childish, but it had also given him a good laugh. Why 'Youko'? Someone may have asked. Well, by the literally Japanese meaning, he referred himself to a fox. As a child, he had always loved foxes, and as a young adult, he still loved foxes as well.
Of course, the exception to that was the fox in his dreams. Even at the thought, Kurama felt frightened. He could still clearly hear the snap of its jaws, and the feeling of its sharp canines embedded in his leg. At that moment, he groaned. He felt sick of thinking about it, but his mind simply strayed to it by itself. Clear images of thee dream haunted him, and scared him. That pain had frightened him, unlike that of which Karasu had inflicted. What Karasu did to him was nothing more than a simple poke in the side compared to that. Also, it had just been so great, so vast, and so scary that he couldn't help drawing fear off of it.
As he went to sit down on the couch inside, he put his hand up to his mouth to stifle the loud, harsh sound of his own breathing. He sighed as once again, attempted relaxation. Almost as expected, such efforts proved futile. A clear picture of a disapproving Hiei came to mind. He tried to stifle a sharp intake of breath while holding back tears. Why did thinking about Hiei make him want to cry? For the first time in his life, he felt like Hiei had enslaved him here. In was so different from what he usually felt. Was he only Hiei's lapdog, nothing else? Perhaps Hiei had chosen him not secretly out of kindness, but because he had seen him as a creature as ethereal as a sylph, a beauty worth preserving and showing off. Who knew? Maybe he was even behind the encounter with Karasu.
No, no, he shouldn't think these thoughts. A voice in his head asked: Well, why shouldn't you think those things, anyways. Look at him, staring whenever he thinks you aren't looking. Forget thinking that he's like this; KNOW he's like this. He doesn't want you for anything except a sex slave. He's just biding his time, making sure you trust him until you come of age. Then he can trap you and lock you away forever. Don't let him achieve that, escape. He has no right to such beauty; he is not entitled to a prize such as you.
He immediately cursed the narcissist part of him, the part of him that was so self-confident that anything seemed possible, including living a life without the aid of Hiei. Perhaps that was possible when he came of age, and would be able to fully count himself as an adult, but not now. People still saw him as a child, some in truth, people who would take advantage of a child when they were so desperate. He wouldn't allow that to happen, because he was much too smart for that. Hiei couldn't do anything to hurt him… Could he? Before even thinking, he repeated firmly in his head one word. 'No!'
But what he had thought had scared him. He had no control over if Hiei would tie him down to bed and rape him every night, only to lock him up for the rest of his days. When his masochist instincts fully kicked in, he almost screamed at the seemingly 'erotic' thoughts streaming through his field of vision. He could tell how explicit they were without even having to see them. Trembling weakly, he tried without success to force the thoughts away. While the side containing pride lashed out at such thoughts, there was a part of him that made him tremble weakly with a sort of anticipation. His breath heavy and his face hot, he managed to lie down and relax a little. Of course, that didn't stop his mind from wandering to rather lewd subjects, once again.
Still, the images seemed to persist at a horrifying rate. It wasn't Karasu, he was thinking of, either. Images thrown into the mix were that of him and Hiei. It almost made him sick at this point. He was a friend to Hiei, a servant, nothing more. He shivered, almost feeling Hiei's touch gliding across his shoulder. Though the touch was light, it sent sensations through his body that he had never felt before. It was a ghostly touch, one that coxed out his masochistic personality. Still trembling, he watched as his daydream, if one could call it that went on.
It was odd at first, because how he imagined it; Hiei was being gentle, shy, and suggestive all at the same time. As he slipped farther and farther out of reach of reality, so much that each and every touch seemed like liquid fire. He looked into Hiei's eyes, which appeared to him as a cool green, much like his own. He highly doubted Hiei's eyes were green. It was just that… he's never seen Hiei's eyes before. There was no telling whether they were hazel, or brown, or any other color. Somehow, he sensed it would be only under dire circumstances Hiei would take those glasses off.
He watched as the daydream Hiei moved gently over to him, a predatory look glistening in his eye. The air was heated, and Kurama could barely draw breath. The air was oddly heavy, so thick that his lungs were unable to draw it. It only weighted him down further. His pursuer seemed to have no problem with it. "H-Hiei." He managed to stutter out. A blush grew across his face. It was that of shame. He did not want this. While his heart and mind were both screaming 'no'. He couldn't find strength to say the simple word. Hiei was now stroking his face, running his hands fully over the expanse of skin. There was nothing that could've made him feel more naked. The hand searched without reprieve, invading his personal space and forcing Kurama to bend to the leader's will. He let out a shaky gasp as the pale hand moved further down.
What scared Kurama was the fact that the touch was not meant as a stroke, or a comforting gesture. He felt fingers press with harsh pressure against the skin of his neck, following the path of his veins, and almost constricting his ability to breath properly. For now, his eyes were shut tightly, in hopes that if he ignored this vision, it would go away. He could clearly hear his seducer trying to tempt him closer. Right now, the trembling boy was barely within arm's reach of Hiei.
"This isn't real, this isn't real," he repeated to himself monotonously under his breath. This was his secret weakness, one he had never told anyone. Surely, if he could be seduced so easily, than Hiei would not approve. But… was this Hiei? He asked himself. Ever so slowly, the dark-haired man was winning him over, coaxing him away from reality.
"No!" He repeated for a minute. No reply came to this; only the pressure of the touch gave him the sign that Hiei had not liked what he said. This couldn't be Hiei! Hiei did not seduce! Hiei was not a sadist! He whimpered softly, Hiei's cool touch was bruising to say the least. The gentle persuasion was gone, and the man had drifted to rough influence, getting to the point where Kurama had to come closer to Hiei.
To say the least, he was having trouble controlling his actions. One part of him wanted to punch Hiei in the face for doing such a thing. Another part of him wanted to beg Hiei for mercy, for him to stop. The strongest part told him to follow along. In the thought's wake came more erotic thought. By now, Kurama's breathing was very choppy. Inside, he was pleading with himself to stop with this behavior. He knew Hiei was satisfied, and that his actions were taking their desired effect. Not only that, he could sense the other man's smirk. It burnt through him, even without him having to look into his eyes. He could only visualize now how the once cool green expression had turned to that of unbridled lust.
"Shh… Kurama. I'm not going to hurt you," was what he heard, no louder than a soft whisper as he tried to inch away. From the tone of it, he could tell 'much' was a word that had been rightfully left out. He began to tremble again, uncontrollably. He must've looked like a piteous creature, with his eyes closed tightly and his entire body dampened with a nervous sweat. Hiei showed no mind, nor any sympathy. He was basking in Kurama's fright, waiting for the proper time to take it to the next step, to test Kurama's sanity once more. He'd enjoy playing with Kurama, playing with him until he finally would push him off the edge.
It was only at that moment that he felt Hiei grab his wrist firmly. It was a strong hold, cutting off circulation and making him struggle. Just because he was a masochist did not mean that he would go down without a fight. Though his attempts were easily thwarted whenever he tried to break the grip, he persisted. "Hiei… let go, now." He said determinedly. With that statement, he could feel Hiei's grip on him tighten considerably. As the redhead held back a scream, he struggled furiously to stay sane. He would not let that stoic gaze frighten him. With his other hand, Hiei grabbed Kurama's chin firmly. With a bone-crushing squeeze, he forced Kurama to open his eyes and look at him. Such a predatory look uprooted the last of Kurama's self-assurance. He tried to struggle while knowing at the same time it was futile. His eyes no longer wide, had been squeezed shut tightly once again.
All the redhead could keep in mind was that this couldn't be Hiei. Hiei, his caretaker, his friend, and someone who had cared more than anyone else living was not like this. He was not so cruel, so wicked, and so sadistic. No matter how hard he tried, he knew he was obviously mesmerized by it. Though he was so clearly distraught, there was a reason to Hiei not honoring his requests. For a moment, he tried to resist again. After opening his eyes and making direct contact, he made one last desperate plea. "Please" he said, eyes sparkling with a foreign hope. The request was not honored in any way, shape, or form. With one last "Shh," Hiei managed to bring Kurama fully against his body. In a way, it almost surprised him that he hadn't received any response when he pulled him the rest of the way to him. He issued a smirk of satisfaction.
Keeping still, he allowed Hiei to do as he wished. Such a sad, solemn expression didn't match Hiei's predatory one. Yet he kept still and allowed Hiei to tie a gag around his mouth and a blindfold around his eyes. He only squirmed really when Hiei took the initiative to run his hands along the entire length of his body. The touch stung so much, and was so blistering hot that he was sure Hiei was dragging a superheated knife across his body. Only then did a soft moan escape. A sharp cry peaked his lips. It stung his throat, coming out as loud and choked.
A sheer cry echoed as Hiei lapped up blood, making sure he still kept Kurama in place, forcefully. Now he was trying fully to struggle. In the end, it would only bring both more pleasure. For Hiei, it would be capturing that which had taken a great amount of patience to catch, and tying him down while stripping away the last remaining part of his dignity piece by piece. For Kurama, it would be being held down forcefully while his blood ran freely onto the floor, so strictly that if he so much moved without consent from the one above him, he would be jarred and slammed. This was the part of him that only people willing to get intimate quick could see. Not to mention, the person had to be completely willing to overpower him fully, and make sure the masochistic desires would be fulfilled.
Yet, as he felt tears form on the corners of his eyes, he thought 'This isn't what I want'. Never had he desired something so much yet so clearly detested it. It was almost like 'Youko' was making himself known. Never had he felt such a tear in emotions. Complete opposites, desire and disgust tore through his body making him fall limp with exhaustion. Only a second later, the disgusted part of his personality broke through. Again, he tried struggling, fighting, or lashing out. Anything that would make Hiei stop was what he attempted. He knew it was a mistake immediately. It was only a split second before and overwhelming pain erupted through his body. It traveled through the nerves in his body, spreading a burning sensation. Most prominently, his back ached, as if it had been stabbed.
Being thrust against the hard floor again, quite roughly this time, he coughed blood. Literally now, he could not breathe. His lungs were seemingly filled with blood as Kurama lost control of his own actions. All he could do was lay there amidst the fit of coughing, with the crimson substance running smoothly down his chin and past his neck.
Hiei took a minute to look at the picture before him. Finally catching his breath, Kurama spluttered, coughing up yet more blood, this time onto Hiei's shirt. Against his own accord, his body was trembling uncontrollably, shuddering from bursts of adrenaline, a dangerously fast heart rate, and slight nerve damage from being slammed against the floor so hard. "H… Hiei." For right now, Kurama could barely even speak. His voice was wheezy and weak.
Again, though, Kurama was driven crazy. The route Hiei had chosen was an odd route, tempting both sides of his personality out. While he had roughly disregarded Kurama in every way possible, he still took his time to be as gentle as the most caring lover would have been. He watched in slight amusement as he ran his hand softly along the boy's bloodstained jaw. His touch was light and feathery, enough to make Kurama relax, his soft and windy sigh holding much delight.
It had wound down a little now. Though trembling softly, he no longer struggled or thrashed. Rather, he found himself acting against his will and relaxing completely as Hiei's touch traveled further across his body. Hiei whispered comforting words, though Kurama couldn't understand them. His mind was garbled from blood loss. What worried him was the hand that held him down firmly. It was the one thing that kept his heart pounding at a steady pace, the thing that kept him from further slipping into ease. At the same time, he expected it and he didn't expect it. He was just so distraught he didn't know what to think anymore. Where did he fall between? There was no such thing as 'slightly rational' in such a scene. There was no 'in-between' for rape and sex. He didn't think that, at least.
"Shush, sweetheart, relax." Hiei told him. Kurama only heard it vaguely.
To the least of expectations, such a surprise sent a shock through his system much earlier than either had planned. Hiei had lifted his hands off for a moment. Right then, he had been tracing Kurama's neck, admiring the soft gasps he elicited. Almost one instinct, his hands traveled down to the material covering his lower half. He was only left to sob as this small bit of material was torn brutally away from him. Something between a whine and a plea was muffled behind the gag. For now, he could only keep his mouth closed tightly, trying to ignore the stabbing pain in his back coupled alongside with the impending fear.
He shivered and trembled, wide-eyed and frightened. Masochist or not, he was still a virgin. That was one thing he did not yet want to have taken away from him, least of all by Hiei. Hiei's painful touch ignored anywhere else except the insides of his thighs, where the skin was sensitive. His mouth opened wide in a silent scream, more blood spilling out as he coughed hard. By now, or course, his throat was dry and parched from screaming so much. It was wounded and sore, not to mention, so full of blood that he felt like he was drowning in himself. His eyes were beginning to mist over slightly, and he felt extremely drowsy. "Hiei…" the softest possible whisper was all he was able to manage now.
"Kurama." He could hear him state as he pulled Kurama up for a brutal kiss. His tongue raided Kurama's mouth and successfully overpowered him in seconds. Only when Kurama squirmed did Hiei pull away. Poor Kurama was left panting and choking on the floor until Hiei demanded another kiss from him only seconds later. The taste was unique. Never had he felt such a cool tongue, and Hiei's taste was unique in it's own way. In truth, it blended well with the metallic taste of his blood. If he hadn't been feeling so wildly insane, so crazy right now, he could have sworn Hiei tasted like blood as well. He tried to relax. Just as he was getting used to it, to the point where he was actually enjoying it, though…
"KURAMA!" The spoken boy snapped out of the reverie and screamed. His eyes were wide and expressionless. Had he just thought that about Hiei? He tried to stand, to get a better view of Kuwabara and Yuusuke, who had snapped him out of that horrible… horrible… whatever he could call it. His knees were shaky, and his hands were cold and clammy.
Yuusuke walked up to him and put a hand up to his burning forehead. After a few moments, his erratic breathing began to slow as he calmed down. Yuusuke looked sympathetic. "You aren't sick, are you, fox boy?" Kurama began to settle down, finding comfort in the nickname. This was the real world, the one where Hiei wasn't a sadistic rapist taking advantage of his own masochistic tendencies. Though he felt like he was going to throw up, he shook his head quickly, signaling a negative response. Still, they looked very worried.
"Well then, are we going to eat, or not?" asked Kuwabara. Immediately, the two saw the teen's eyes lit up at the thought of food. He mustn't have had any proper food for a good amount of time. Oh, but there was another longing, a longing to go see Karasu, to talk to him more, because he trusted him more than anyone, specifically. While he had only known Karasu for a while, he felt the man was the only one who could truly understand him.
However, Kurama smiled at them. "Please, I would love to go to dinner. I'm starving, as you can see." They nodded to him affirmatively as he began to calm down slightly. Though remnants of the vision still plagued him, he felt like he would be okay.
"Well then, Kurama, let's go! You should get changed. We're meeting a few people at a nice restaurant. It'll be good eating!" Kuwabara explained, obviously anxious about getting to eat a good meal. After an affirmative nod, Kurama went off to change. There had been a nice tunic Hiei had given him a little while ago for formal occasions. It was oriental, and in Kurama's opinion, quite beautiful. As it was very detailed, the outfit depicted an ornate scene. A twisting black dragon embroidered onto black fabric and outlined with red thread traced a twisting dragon, all the way down. As Hiei said, the black helped bring the colors of both his eyes and hair together while making his hair stand out more with red thread. He laughed as he tossed it on. It hadn't been like Hiei ever cared about it, anyways.
All of the sudden, Kurama went into a coughing fit. As a habit, his hands flew up to protect his mouth, covering his cough. Yet to his surprise, there was… crimson liquid? Practically freaking out, he wiped his bloodied hands on a shirt he never used anymore. In his dismay, he didn't notice the set of violet eyes watching him out the window.
Kurama walked back out to his friends, trying to control his panic. Everything would be fine, he reassured himself. Nothing could go wrong. Of course, nothing could ever go wrong. He must have imagined himself coughing blood, he told himself. Yeah, it was a hallucination it had to be.
Kuwabara and Yuusuke were smiling at him once again as they headed out. Though it was dark, it was out of habit that they were used to the dark. They jumped and laughed as if it were daytime. Yuusuke and Kuwabara were the youngest members of the game next to Kurama. In fact, Kuwabara was two years older, and Yuusuke was no more than a year older than Kurama. The members of Hiei's games were far from childish; they did not play pranks like adolescent gangs did. They were serious, and you weren't in such a gang unless you were of a high stature.
While Kuwabara strayed ahead from his counterparts, Yuusuke caught Kurama's wrist. "Yuusuke, what are you doing?" questioned Kurama in a low whisper. Yuusuke could tell how Kurama had lied to him about being distraught. Gently, he pulled Kurama into his arms and held him close. Whether it was worry or love, it was hardly distinguishable to anyone other than Yuusuke. It didn't really matter, though.
"You're really okay, right, Kurama?" his friend asked, showing his true concern, along with voicing Kuwabara's worry. For a moment, Kurama's eyes shimmered with emotion. He wanted to break down in Yuusuke's arms and tell him everything. Karasu, his vision today, his dreams, and Hiei were all plaguing his mind, making him want to cry. Scarcely, he waited a minute, relaxed, and gave an affirmative reply. Yuusuke was only worried, Kurama reminded himself. Yuusuke gently stroked Kurama's cheek and sighed wistfully, wishing Kurama would trust him more.
As they walked onward, Kurama could have sworn he heard a voice in the trees. "I'll get you, my pretty little dear."
Me: Muhahaha! There we go. This is my first scene meant to be erotic. And to tell you the truth, I'm actually kinda satisfied with that. It challenged me, but heck, I managed to do it without killing myself. And I know what you're thinking. No, Kurama is not a slut. Yuusuke, he was kind of a last minute thing. So there, ha! REVIEW, I WORKED HARD ON THIS!
