Disclaimer: Own maybe a random bandit or something, but not Yokou or Kuronue.
Yoru: At least, that's what you think.
Yokou: You really don't own us.
Yoru: I don't particularly want to own you, Yokou. You can leave for all I care.
Kuronue: sigh That leaves me, doesn't it?
Yoru: I shall name you Kuronue. And you shall be mine. And you shall be my Kuronue!
Kuronue: Can't you think of something original?
Yoru: glare
Kuronue ran through the forest, away from his prison. He needed to be away from the sadistic creature that called himself a yokou. Even though, as his brand glowed, he knew it could not last long. And he was right.
Vines appeared from nowhere, wrapping around his limbs and lifting him off the ground. He struggled, knowing it was no use. After a minute or so, Yokou stepped out of the trees. He clicked his tongue at Kuronue.
"Tsk, tsk. I let you run around free, and the first thing you do is run away. That's gratitude for you." Kuronue spat and narrowly missed Yokou's face.
"I owe you no gratitude, you bastard." Yokou raised his hand, smiling slightly as Kuronue jerked in his bonds at what he thought was a coming blow.
"Perhaps not. All I've really done is make you skittish." Kuronue growled at Yokou.
"I am not skittish. Your abuse is what makes me hate you." This time the blow did land on Kuronue's face. He cried out in pain. But his eyes returned to Yokou.
"See what I mean?" Yokou snarled. The vines dropped Kuronue.
"Back to camp, slave."
As Yokou conferred with his bandits on the next raid, Kuronue sat in a corner. The thick leather collar around his neck was currently chained to a pole. Yokou didn't even pay attention to him most of the time. Kuronue knew the fox cared nothing for him; instead Yokou wanted nothing more than to break his spirit.
"Let's go, then." Kuronue looked up as the bandits stood. Yokou tossed a length of rope at one of the others.
"Tie the bat's hands to the post real quick before we go. It's damn inconvenient to go chasing him around the countryside once he gets that collar undone." Kuronue struggled as his wrists were secured over his head. Yokou knelt in front of him, chucking him under the chin lightly.
"Have a nice day, Chimera." As the bandits left, Kuronue pulled helplessly at his bonds, wishing they would break. He finally let his head fall to his chest, closing his eyes. Nothing to do but sleep.
His eyes opened quickly as the tent flap opened and then dropped again. A youkai Kuronue had never seen before knelt in front of him. Red-streaked green hair tumbled down his back, and crimson eyes gazed at Kuronue maliciously.
"So you're the Chimera Yokou's so fond of. Pretty, aren't you?" Kuronue glared at him.
"Who are you?" The youkai grabbed Kuronue's face and turned it, tracing the brand with his finger.
"Yokou should learn to share the best loot with the rest of us." The comment was barely a whisper, but the tone made a shiver run through Kuronue's lithe frame. His tormentor suddenly brought his face back around and kissed him harshly. The Chimera's eyes widened in horror, and a muffled cry was heard. The youkai bandit forced his tongue into Kuronue's mouth, reveling in the cinnamon taste. The prisoner was too shocked to resist for a moment, then he bit down hard. His tormentor pulled back quickly.
"Well, got a bite, have you? So have I." He shoved Kuronue's face to the side and bit down hard on his neck. Kuronue screamed, feeling the bandit licking the blood from the wound.
Someone help me... He thrashed as his tormentor slipped a hand down his pants and stroked him lightly.
"So resistant. All the more fun." Kuronue felt tears slipping down his cheeks.
Help me...Yokou...YOKOU!
Yokou led his bandits through the woods, confidant that this would be a successful raid. He was lost in thought, thinking of all the treasure, when a voice shattered his thoughts.
Help me...Yokou...YOKOU! The voice was unmistakably Kuronue's. But for the first time, it was filled with terror instead of malice. Without thinking, Yokou tore back to camp.
Kuronue tried to fight off the demon unbuttoning his pants, but it was no use. He braced himself for the pain...suddenly a blur slammed into his tormentor, throwing him out of Kuronue's line of sight. In an instant Yokou was untying Kuronue's hands and pulling him into his warm lap, checking him over for signs of injury. Kuronue rested his head on Yokou's chest. He felt strong arms tighten around him.
"Taitsu, what the hell do you think you're doing?" The demon pulled himself out of the wreckage of the bed (Yokou: TT), snarling.
"I'm taking my share of the loot, big brother." Yokou growled.
"You call him loot? He's not part of the loot of that raid. He's my Chimera. I gave orders that no one was to touch him. I should kill you right now." Taitsu got into a fighting stance.
"Do it. Kill your own brother for a random Chimera." Yokou put Kuronue down and stood. Kuronue watched in horrified fascination. Would Yokou be willing to kill his brother for Kuronue? If so, what did that mean?
Yoru: DUN DUN DUN!
Kuronue: Oh, bloody hell.
Yokou: Oh goody.
Taitsu: I'm gonna die, aren't I?
Yoru: We shall see...
