Chapter Four

Hiei fidgeted in his seat, irate not only at his anxiety but at the shadow looming over his consciousness. It was a prickling sting that culminated into a molten lump of coal that seared his stomach. Or was that Yukina's cooking? Regardless, he could feel something there and it wanted his blood.

Well whoever…whatever it was would have to fight and fight hard to get a taste of him. It was his blood, and he'd keep it locked inside. It belonged to him. Hiei tsked at himself as he felt a trickle of sweat slide down his cheek. What the fuck was this?

"Brother? Are you alright?"

He flinched at Yukina's soft fingers against his cheek. They were on break but there were only a few minutes left. She smiled down at him while he turned his face so he could kiss her palm. "I'll be fine."

The ice maiden moved her hand to stroke through his hair. Hiei gave in to the touch and lowered his head on his desk. A short nap would do him good.

The cursed child shrieked with fear as the wind buffeted and stabbed through him. In a panic he shot out his arms, sore from the fresh beating, as he clawed at the rock face that was quickly disappearing. There was an ugly sound of bones cracking, of flesh tearing, and the boy pulled back. His sobs were choked by the fog and the frigid air as he fell down and down and down.

Like a ghost, he plummeted with little resistance. His mother did not want him. The air would not save him. He was going to…

Hiei blinked and rubbed his eyes. That patch of white…was it snow? If he could just fall there… The boy willed his body on the wind, straining for his target.

The last thing he saw was not white, but a black so complete that he thought this to surely be his end.

Hiei jerked in his chair as the professor dropped a book on the back of his skull. "W…ngh."

"Sleeping is not permitted in this class. If you're so tired you might as well leave." The woman eyed him but her eyes flashed with a little more than teacherly crankiness.

The chair scraped, making the professor wince as the irate teen turned to do just that. She tutted as he made to push past her.

"Infirmary, Janagashi. I'll be checking on you after class." Theirs elbows touched for the scantest of seconds and his Jagan cracked open at the overt wave of arousal emanating from inside her soul. Hiei chuckled and raised a hand to wave dismissively at her. Human women were so predictably desperate, it was sad.

At this, he caught his sister's eye and had the good grace to feel contrite as she pinned him with a little ocular fire. She saw straight through him and his intentions as easily as he had read their professor. Oh well.

"Behave", she mouthed silently. Hiei shot her a wicked grin as he padded quietly across the room.

The professor cleared her throat to resume the lecture while Hiei shut the classroom door behind him. He glared at nothing in particular as he strode towards the infirmary. Usually he'd go to his spot on the roof, but since the woman offered, well. A demon had his carnal needs too. And these humans reveled, no. Worshiped the fact that he could still be so domineering and skillful despite his stature. It had served him well, indeed.

But there was another reason…that spot was…tainted. It wasn't safe and the teen knew it would never be the same.

Hiei sighed as he slid back the door to the infirmary and glanced inside. "Hello?"

When nothing answered him, he smiled and locked the door before crossing the room and pulling back the curtains for one bed. She'd be along eventually and had a key so that she could do this kind of thing. Hiei wasn't her first, and certainly wouldn't be her last but he didn't mind.

She might think she was using him but it was the other way around.

Hiei unbuttoned his dress shirt part way before running a tired hand through his hair. He peeled back the sheet and crawled under. When his head hit the pillow, he saw nothing but white.

It smelled sweet. Were there smells after death?

The boy wrinkled his nose, groggy from the heavy aroma that wanted to beckon him back to that sublime peace he had just awoken from. A chuckle jolted him from his thoughts however and dark eyes shot open, bombarded by the electric blue sky that stretched above him.

The youth gasped as he felt weighted down by the conscious sensation. He sat up, his muscles creaking and throbbing in protest. Were you supposed to feel like this after death too? Hiei blinked away the sting in his eyes from the glaring white of the blossoms and drew a deep breath in their fragrance, deciding that even if pain still existed, at least nobody was yelling at him.

The chuckle sounded again, rippling like silk against Hiei's flesh. The boy looked around at the field of flowers where he'd landed, finding nothing.

"H-hello? W-who's t-there?"

Nobody answered him and now Hiei was starting to get nervous. He'd heard stories in passing about the world below, the place he must be in now. The tales were horrendous and frightening, the places in them not always as they appeared.

A foreign touch whispered across his arm and Hiei jerked before staring hard in the direction it had slithered from. There, silhouetted in a tree that exploded with the same blossoms Hiei was lying in, stood a figure. Hiei gasped.

The man was…beautiful.

A sudden gust caught long silver tresses in its wispy grasp. His fox ears and tail were fluffy white, and they blended in perfectly with the scene; it was like this place had been constructed just to cater to him. Piercing eyes, as hard and cold as amber garnets, stared out from a refined face. Even from this distance Hiei could feel their power, their strange pull. The man was slight, but there was no guessing at his strength. He possessed a cunning kind of power that brute strength lacked.

Hiei cringed as the man jumped down and landed on light feet. A shiver raced up his spine as the man strode towards him, never removing that calculating stare. His tail swished behind him in a lazy rhythm.

Something deep inside was telling him to run but Hiei couldn't. This beast was going to devour him…

The man stopped a few feet away and regarded the boy, his arms loosely at his sides. Hiei stood on shaky legs and gulped. Before he could open his mouth or let another thought pass, the figure rushed forward and knocked him back.

Hiei flew, but being airborne didn't last for too long this time as flowers were uprooted from his skidding path. The boy sat up, wanting to weep at the ugly gash he'd made in the beautiful plain of blossoms. The blow hadn't hurt, not like his mother's had. But he was truly useless. He deserved everything he was getting now if even a stranger was throwing him away, and—

"Get up."

Air hitched in the young boy's lungs as the figure spoke for the first time. It was deep, slow, and utterly sensuous as the man formed each word perfectly. Hiei gasped again and clutched at his chest, willing the electric fuzzies to keep swimming in his chest. He sat a moment longer just to see if the man would speak again.

He didn't and Hiei rose to his feet, exhausted but preparing himself for the next onslaught nonetheless.

The man walked all the way up to him this time and placed a cool, clawed hand against his bruised cheek. "You must fight." The hand wandered down and Hiei's eyes fluttered closed, savoring what felt like the first kind touch in… he couldn't remember how long it had been. The man's caresses left a pleasant burn in his hair, on his other cheek, down the length of his throat. The hand paused however as it traced the silver chain of his necklace.

"Fight, to keep your treasure safe and to prove a point to those that have forsaken you."

He didn't know who this demon was, but he didn't care. Like an abandoned puppy he clung to that kindness that was offered with everything in his little body. He didn't want to be left behind. Now dark eyes opened, for the first time not just looking, but seeing, his purpose.

Soft, breathy murmurs fell against the exposed flesh of his chest. With a groan, Hiei pushed the intrusion away. He wanted to keep the dream—Was it a dream?—going. A grating chuckle rubbed away the last of the shimmering image however, and grudging eyes opened to find the professor braced above him. Her grin was sickening as she reached a hand down to cup his sex through his pants.

Lust darkened his already black gaze, but Hiei's lip curled nonetheless. "Oh, look who it is."

She shivered, her breasts spilling from her tight blouse as she pressed against him. "I just love a man's voice when it's all gravely from sleep."

He tsked at her. "I was having a good dream, you know."

"Well then, just lay back and pretend you're still dreaming."She chuckled; a husky, disgusting sound.

A hiss escaped his lips before he could stop it as she moved the palm of her hand in a circular motion against his slowly hardening cock. His eyes lowered to half-mast while she nibbled down his neck and unbuttoned the rest of his shirt with her free hand.

He arched as she yanked up sharply. At the sound of fabric tearing he growled and threw her off.

"Dammit woman, what have I told you? No marks, and my clothes stay intact."

Without the slightest trace of guilt, she grinned and braced herself against the wall she'd landed against before using it as leverage to slide languidly to her feet. "Ohhh, teacher's been bad. Are you going to punish me now, Hiei?"

He sneered as he yanked off his belt. "You have no idea."

She purred as he snapped the belt and stalked towards her. When he got close enough, he shot an arm out and snatched a fistful of her hair, loosening it from its severe bun while using it to wheel her around and slam her front against the wall. She panted, not at all perturbed.

"Stay just like that now."

He ran a hand down the length of her clothed back before stopping to cup one supple ass cheek through her pencil skirt. Without warning, he shredded the skirt and panties from her hips and tossed them aside. She gasped when he drew back and slapped so hard that an angry red handprint shone out in stark relief against her naked ivory flesh. She shuddered and sighed, pressing herself closer to the wall

"Don't make a fucking sound." He yanked her hair again until she was forced to arc back with it as he spat the warning into her ear. He threw her forward and raised the belt this time. The lashes came down, one after another after another, raising red welts that steadily flowered into abused purple. She cried out in pain and strangled ecstasy as each strike fell. The skin through the tears in her blouse peeked through, bloody and all too enticing.

He hissed and hit harder. "I said, not a sound."

With each passing second he put more power into the blows but she bit her lip and groaned, obedient to her little master's forceful demands.

"Yes, just like that. Good girl. Now, spread your legs." She complied and he blew out a deep breathe, not from satisfaction but weary resignation. She took it as the former as they both panted from the exertion.

This eased the ache inside but never for long. Something gnawed at his insides but he ignored it. A little relief was better than none at all. After a few more well-placed whips against her sensitive inner thighs, Hiei snapped the belt so that it pulled taught between both his hands.

"Turn", he barked.

She swiveled slowly, stiff from that pulsing sting on her skin that she'd craved for weeks.

"Kneel." She sank to her sore knees and quivered at what she knew was coming next. He reached down and undid his pants with one deft motion before springing his manhood free. It strained in the open air, already leaking at the tip.

The professor smiled inside. Her Hiei, such a passionate little thing. He spidered a hand down his length and watched her watching him. "Come here."

She shuffled forward, never breaking eye contact with him. He clutched the base of his cock and glared down at her, tapping lightly at the side of her parted mouth.

"Do you want it?"

Her breathing quickened and the pink staining her body darkened a shade, yet she didn't answer. This was the master's game. Following their procedure he swiped down with a sure stroke, lashing the belt across her breasts. The professor's eyes rolled back as she whimpered, thanked him, and begged for more.

"Do you want it", he repeated. This time she nodded and parted her lips to oblige his girth.

Hiei braced himself against the far wall and beckoned her forward until he felt her breathe against his fevered flesh. He bared the creamy pillar of his throat and closed his eyes as he felt the first swipe of her tongue. His body coiled in expectation of that sweet inferno that would take him over…but there was nothing else forthcoming. She'd pulled back.

Frowning, Hiei opened his eyes again and looked down. She slumped against his thigh but something was off. She wasn't moving anymore and something hot and sticky pooled against his skin. Hiei's eyes widened as the woman was jerked back for him to see.

Hair thin vines wiggled out from one of her eyes as her mouth lolled open. They writhed as if waving at him before they dragged the woman back and suspended her in midair. Dread exploded in Hiei's stomach as Shuichi strolled in, twirling a key around one finger and whistling a merry tune.

He covered his mouth in mock surprise and looked between the woman and Hiei. Snapping, he laughed at the shorter teen's expression. "Like it? It's a new splice I've been working on."

Hiei pulled himself back together and subdued the roar of the dragon inside that salivated for a taste of the redhead. Now that he knew this guy had powers, he could at least punch him out without worrying too much about the consequences, but the darkness flame still needed to be used with caution.

"Killing humans is no small matter. You'll be answering for this."

Shuichi scoffed. "And so the loyal dog barks. Tell me Hiei, where has your pride gone?"

Hiei locked his jaw. "Some things have to be sacrificed in the name of necessity."

The redhead hummed. "Yes, I know that vice well. Hope is always the first thing that goes."

She might not have been the most savory individual, but she was still human. Before he wouldn't have cared. But now that he had his sister…and Yusuke, and the rest of them…well, he'd changed.

Shuichi's eyes rolled. "Oh don't fret. She didn't feel anything, her death was instantaneous." The taller teen inspected the woman as she drifted forward. His eyebrows shot into his hairline, an appraisal to her fair appearance.

Hiei rubbed at the soreness between his legs before he took a defensive stance. Dammit, if he had just gotten a chance to finish…

Shuichi leered at Hiei with a feral grin. "You really thought I would just stand idly by while she touched you?"

The shorter teen blinked as his face melded into a scowl. "This has nothing to do with you."

Suddenly those same hair thin vines that had offed his professor wrapped around Hiei's own limbs, cutting into his skin as they twined and tugged him off his feet.

"Oh, it has everything to do with me", the redhead spat. The shorter boy jerked and strained against his living fetters as they dragged him close to where Shuichi was standing. His head jolted to the side as the redhead delivered a crisp slap to one of his cheeks. When Hiei swiveled his head back around he gasped as the vision of the taller boy rippled and morphed into the one from his dream.

You people are soooo in for it now. I know exactly where I'm going with this. And yes, I tweaked the name a little bit because it wouldnt make sense for Yukina to be Jaganshi...so... Janagashi works xD If you want continuation I want reviews. Nothing is free and dammit I want feedback xD