SingMyLullabySweet666: Well now…. It's been four months now and I'm just getting around to updating this story…. OMG! I need to learn to balance my time better. Anyway, I now give you Chapter 12….. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Yu Yu Hakusho but I do own Ms. Saiyuki and the baby even though I do not know his or her name. No song this time… Sorry.

Chapter Warning(s): Angst, mild swearing, and slight gore

Chapter Rating: T for Teen

Italics/thoughts

Bold/Change of POV and Title

Regular/story

Broken

(Kurama's POV)

What did I do? Why are you so angry? Did I sleep wrong; did I mumble in my sleep? Was it the way I moved while deep in slumber, or was it just my form that angered you so? Was I thrashing about like a wild animal? Was I sweating from my nightmares?

What did I do wrong?Did I scream in my sleep? Did I hurt you? Roll over too quickly? Hog the covers throughout the night? Was I bad bed mate as well? Did I displease you with the way I sleep? Did I snore during the night? Take up too much room? Did I make you feel something unwanted; make you uncomfortable?

Please, tell me what I did to anger you so! Did I move too much in my sleep? Did I lash out? Did I suffocate you? Was it my hair that bothered you? I'll cut it all off if you like. Did I touch you by mistake? I tried to stay on my side, I swear! Was it just me being there, near you, in the same bed as? Is that it? I'll sleep in the guest bedroom from now on, I promise. I'll sleep on the couch downstairs if you like. I'll even sleep on the ground in the basement just to give you comfort.

Hiei, just tell me what I did wrong so I can fix it. Tell me why you beat me and I won't do it again, I promise! I swear it on my life, on our child that I will not anger you so once more. Just tell me! Please, I need to know what I did wrong!

Was it my annoying sobs that bother you so? Do I cry too much? I'll stop! I'll become the best dead person there is. I won't cry anymore, promise. Is that why you hit me? Cut me? Killed me? Is it? I promise not to do those things anymore. I don't deserve to, right? Is that why it's wrong for me to cry? Because I don't deserve to, right? I'm not allowed. It would by hypercritical for me to cry. I hit you when you cried, because it was annoying and I didn't like the sound, so I had to make you shut up somehow. Is that what you're doing to me? Are you trying to teach me a lesson? I won't disappoint you again. I won't cry. Swear it! I'll be a good demon and not anger you again.

I won't scream anymore. I won't cry! I won't shed any tears or let go of any sobs. I'm not allowed to. Demons aren't allowed to do those things. I'll be nicer too, you'll see. I'm make you so happy…so happy…… happy………

Is that why you're angry? Do I make you that unhappy to be around? Am I that bad, am I? Well, I'll change that too. I'll do anything and everything within my power to make you so happy, you could fly. I'll change everything about me just to make you smile, just to make you the happiest demon alive. I'll become everything I'm not just to make you laugh. I promise to never get on you're nerves again. I'll do whatever you ask, alright?

This is my personal vowel to you, I'll forget about everything I stand for and everything I am just to make you happy.

I promise……

(Hiei's POV)

As the car came to a slow, rolling stop, I turn to the idiot and thank him for the right home. He waves me off with a playful smile before telling me to go rest for a while. I nod and climb out of the vehicle before walking up to my front door. Taking a deep breath, I grasp the handle and open the door. I felt a shiver run my spine as I entered the house.

This place is so quiet… I'm afraid to even breathe least I disturb something. It isn't even a tranquil feeling! Just feels dirty somehow, like an eerie feeling you get when something is horribly wrong. Kurama should be here so I should hear something, but everything is so silent. What the hell?

After pulling off my shoes, I walk through the rooms, looking for any signs that Kurama was still home. All I found on the top floor was a sign that Kurama had moved from his spot and had gotten dressed, that's it. As I made my way down the wooden staircase, I finally heard a small ding. It was faint but in all this silence it sounded like a train was coming through. Sighing in bliss or relief, whatever it was, I walked towards the kitchen just as Kurama made his appearance…. I froze.

Kurama looked… I don't know how to describe it but he looked… different. He was dressed in a pair of tan khaki pants and a white button up shirt, which wasn't at all unusual…. No, it was something else. It could have been the fact that it looked like Kurama hadn't even bothered to bandage his wounds, considering the amount of blood that was starting to sink through the white fabric. Even his hands were stilled caked in drying and fresh blood.

I don't understand. Normally after a fight, Kurama would clean his wounds first, even if it's a shitty job…. But this…This is different. It's like he doesn't even care about his wounds, doesn't care about the fact that they're still bleeding. This isn't like him at all…Something's wrong, I don't know what, but something is definitely off.

Taking another step into the kitchen, I paused. I watched as Kurama grabbed the tea kettle off the stove and place it on the cutting board before going to the cabinet to fetch a cup. As he spun towards the cabinet, he caught sight of me and stopped what he was doing. Everything fell silent again and for a brief moment, I felt a tinge of fear crawl its way into my stomach. Kurama nodded slightly to me before continuing to get a cup from the cabinet. Once he had what he wanted, he proceed to pour himself a cup of tea, or at least I though it was for him before he tried to hand the cup over to me, which I took after the seventh time he offered it.

'What the hell is going on?' was all that came to mind about the whole situation. I walked over to the kitchen island and sat down, pushing the cup of tea off to the side. Kurama looked at the cup of tea for a moment before looking back at me.

"Don't you want the tea?" he questioned, his voice sounding as if he was trying to be sweet, but to my ears it came out dead.

None of this was making any sense to me whatsoever! So it was only logical that my only reply was, "What?"

"Is it too hot? I could place it in the fridge for a moment. Or is it not hot enough? I let it heat to the right temperature, right? I did as the instructions said, I promise! I'm sorry; I should have asked you how you like it… I only want you to be…."

"Kurama! Enough about the fucking tea! I don't want any tea, so stop already! Fuck!" I growled as I hit the island with my closed fist. Kurama's body jerked with surprise from the outburst but did nothing more. He quickly grabbed the tea and pulled it towards him, his eyes still focused on me.

"I could get you something else to drink. What do you want? There's tea, though you already know that, and there's some water. I believe I made some lemonade the other day. We also have some sodas if you're interested. I could make you something, like a smoothie or a milkshake. How about that? Do you want a choc……?"

"Will you shut the fuck up? You're not making any sense! Damn it Kurama, what the hell is wrong with you?" I yelled, causing Kurama to knock over the cup of tea. The sound of it shattering against the floor barely registered in my mind as I glared at Kurama. He looked shocked for a moment before he lowered his eyes to the mess on the floor. His eyes widen before he quickly fell to his knees in a panic, dragging the trash can over to him while in motion.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad…. I'll clean this up. I promise. It was an accident I swear. I didn't do this on purpose, you just startled me. I got this… I promise… Now I'm talking too much again…. I'm sorry. I'll shut up, I promise. I mean it, I won't say anything else. Alright? No reason to get mad…. See, I'm being good…. I'm…….I….." then his panic ridden voice fell silent and I couldn't but dash around the island to see why.

Kurama had stopped in mid-reach for a broken piece of glass, his eyes wide, brimming with unshed tears. His other hand was pressed flat to the ground, blood pooling from underneath it. He lifted his palm and stared at the rather large shard of glass sticking out from his skin. He just stared at it, the pain of the wound never registered in his mind as he looked up at me and quickly continued on with picking up the shards, using only one hand. This time, however, he just grabbed the shards of glass, causing more and more blood to spill on the floor. I couldn't do anything besides stare in horror as he rambled on once more.

"I'm sorry…. I'll get this up. See. Almost done. I'll get the mop then clean up the tea. Don't worry. No need to get angry. See, no reason. I'll be done in a moment… Don't worry. I promise. See, I'm doing it. I told you. I promised didn't I? I'm sorry…. There's no need to get mad….. No need…. See…. No need to get mad……" Kurama rambled on and on, like he was broken or something. He just continued to grab the shards and throw whatever didn't sink into his skin in the trash. Tears formed in my eyes as I watched the scene play out.

Finally, my body fell into motion as I reached out and grabbed Kurama's arm as he went to grab another painful handful of glass. He looked up at me with those dead eyes and just stared. He broke free of my grasp and got up, then quickly got back on his knees to finish cleaning the mess. I tried to stop him again but he just continued with what he was doing.

"Kurama, stop…. You're hurting yourself." I tried but not even that made it through to him. He just picked up the pace, ignoring my cries and demands for him to stop.

"Kurama! Kurama that is enough! Stop this at once! You're only making a bigger mess! Kurama! Are you listening to me?"

He wasn't. He just kept going, rambling about not to get mad and that he was cleaning up the mess like he had promised, that he was being good.

"Kurama!" I yelled and when that didn't get him to stop, I slapped him… Hard. It worked though and that's all that I wanted. Kurama had stopped with his hand over whatever was left of the cup, his eyes wide in panic, tears beginning to crawl their way down his cheeks. His hand shook, from whatever emotion that was going through him at the moment, as he lowered it out of the air. Slowly, his other hand came up and cupped his stinging cheek, not ever wincing as the motion caused the shards to embed themselves deeper into his palm.

Several minutes ticked by without a word spoken. The silence filled the house once more, causing a shiver to once more run the length of my spine.

Finally, a barely audible whisper made its way from Kurama's lips as his rambling continued on.

"I'm… sorry. I made you mad….. I did it again. I'm a bad demon. I made you mad…. I'm sorry. I'm starting to cry too…. I don't mean to disappoint you… I mean it. I promised myself that I wouldn't make you mad….. I promised to change everything so you'd be happy….. I failed….. I'm horrible. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. I'll stop crying now……… I'll stop talking now too. I talk too much, don't I? I promise to talk less, okay? Okay." And with that Kurama fell silent.

Gently, I pried Kurama's hand away from his face so I could inspect the wound. I cringed.

"We have to bandage these Kurama." I said, pulling on his arm, letting him know that I wanted him to stand. He did so without looking at me. I pulled him along until we made it to my bathroom on the second level of the house. I had him sit on the toilet as I grabbed the rubbing alcohol from the medicine cabinet. I took the wash cloth of the towel rack and placed it with the rubbing alcohol before I took the emergency bandages from cupboard above the toilet.

As gently as I could, I pulled the fragments of the tea cup from Kurama's hand, noticing that Kurama never hissed in pain or cringed. Taking the bottle of rubbing alcohol, I gently cleaned his wounds, but before muttering, "This may sting." Once more, Kurama never moved, never showed he was in pain. Not a flinch…. Just nothing. Afterwards, I bandage his hands and stayed kneeling between his legs, looking up into his dead and glazed eyes. He stared out into nothing.

"Come on Kurama; let's get you to bed, alright? You need to rest." I whispered, pulling him along once more.

Sighing as I laid Kurama down in my bed, I pulled the covers over his shaking body. He just stared at the wall in front of him, seeing everything and at the same time, saw nothing. I left him alone, knowing perfectly well that he wouldn't go to sleep but he wouldn't leave the bed as well.

I made my way back down the stairs and into the kitchen. Walking over to the closet, I took out our mop before walking over to the mess on the floor. I stared down at it for a moment, hypnotized by the tea and blood smeared across the floor, as if a child had been playing with finger paint. Closing my eyes for a moment, I took a deep breath before I began to clean up the mess. Silently, I cursed Kurama.

"Damn it Kurama, why'd you have to go and brake?"

SingMyLullabySweet666: Well, I hope you liked the chapter. Wasn't what you were expecting, huh? Anyway, I please review. I need to know what you think of this one.