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Chapter 2
Hiei groaned once his conscious mind awoke. Nothing seemed at all right at the moment…his entire body was aching and sore, his head throbbing painfully. His hands felt tingly as he felt blood pulse and pump within them the same with his feet.
An awful smell was permeating his nose, shit that reeked of rancid acid and the toxic poisons of what he guessed were chemical bombs made his nose wrinkle in disgust. The scent of burned flesh and blood was what made his awareness come back faster. He moved to rub his eyes with his hand but his heart stopped when the limp wouldn't budge.
He tried tugging again but still his arm wouldn't listen and when he tried to force the other to move a non-audible whine escaped his throat when not only would the arm not move but the wound hurt like a bitch. Wriggling his legs about he realized that they too, were bound and red eyes snapped open to look at the leather straps binding his wrists and ankles to a metallic bed.
Wha- what the hell?! What the fuck was going on here?!
Hiei snarled outwardly at the panic beginning to form within his chest as he rolled his shoulders and arched his biceps trying to move his wrists while simultaneously twisting his hands while trying to kick his legs. They wouldn't budge…the bonds were stuck tight and fuck how he hated the pure defenselessness erupting inside of him!
He was not fucking weak! He was not fucking defenseless or helpless! He was a fighter, a ruthless fighter that demanded the respect from his opponents and the fear from those too cowardly to challenge him!
SO WHY THE FUCK COULDN'T HE BREAK LOOSE OF SIMPLE ANIMAL SKIN?!
Red eyes were reduced to slits as he bared his fangs out to the blackness surrounding him, loud growls erupting from his taught throat. His right arm was pulsating blood, the fleshless limb crying out his life's blood as electricity shook up and down it, sending almost mind numbing pain to his nerves. However, thanks to the panic currently bubbling up inside him his body ignored the pure agony from the burnt arm and continued to struggle.
Not that panic was a good thing in his mind. Not at all.
Clenching his teeth against the bitter cold air biting at the skin of his naked chest…WAIT A MINUTE! HE HADN'T DISROBED BEFORE THIS FREAKY SHIT HAPPENED! Eyes widened marginally as he thought about who and what had removed his cloak and shirt…and just what their intentions were.
Inhaling deeply he felt his blood begin to boil and his heart slowed to a rate that wasn't healthy even to demons as he concentrated on the fire within his veins. Feeling the heat pulsate through his body and fight off the cold rationality started to overcome the panic and he focused on the straps securing his wrists and ankles.
Yes….yes panic was the enemy…the only way to break out of this was to keep a clear and rational mind…
Hiei closed his eyes as he willed his lungs to slow down and his muscles to loosen from their tense positions. Breathing shallowly through his nose he let a small almost nonexistent smile grace his features when he felt the leather react to the rising temperature and start to burn off.
Yes!
Finally the straps snapped from the heat and driveled away into nothingness and he wrinkled his nose at the awful stench as he slid down the table and onto the floor. Only now did he truly and completely thank his eyesight for the room he was in was shrouded in a darkness so thick the black sky could be put to shame.
The four walls around him were painted a rich black, a blackness so deep that it seemed to draw him in…made him want to go up to it and disappear within the empty void. There was a small light bulb hanging upside down on the ceiling, it's glassy surface threatening to shatter once it fell from the weak looking wire connecting it to the roof and land on the marble floor. The table he had been strapped to moments before was the size considered normal in the ningen realm, according to Kurama they were child sized or something like that…and as he had felt before it was pure metal. A shelf of five layers was attached to the right wall, each layer holding and displaying different sorts of torture devices…some he's never even seen before…
Though unfortunately the instruments were a bit blurred together seeing as how most of the things in the room were of the same color to his eyes. Night vision, infrared vision making everything dark with only the still charring leather straps a light orange.
The colors or lack thereof at the moment didn't alleviate what he was seeing though…
A shiver racked through him as his muscles involuntary bunched up together in a defensive stance. It wasn't the weapons of pain that bothered him though.
Pain, pain was something he could deal with.
He had gone through being the personal punching bag for the bandits who found him after being thrown off of the glacial village, had dealt with being stabbed countless times through every part of his body. Had dealt with the pain from the Jagan implant and the horrifying waves of agony that bested the implant itself as he brought out and attempted to tame the Dragon of Darkness Flame.
Yes, pain, rippling agony was not something he feared.
The room itself was something in itself to be terrified.
The room was tiny the walls were so close together that only ten feet separated them and he knew he was making it worse all on his own because the walls seemed to slide closer to each other…pressing closer and closer and eliminating the already lack of space…The ceiling was no different with its closeness to the ground. Standing aggravated at four foot ten without his hair the ceiling must have wanted to crush the poor Jaganashi for it only sat at a mere six foot five.
Hiei sunk to floor and clutched at the marble with his claws, eyes closed tightly as sweat beaded down his temples and the back of his neck while his breathing quickened to a state of near hyperventilation.
The room's constant decrease in size (even if it was only in his mind) was enough to sent him into hysteria, his heart pounding within his ears.
That wasn't the worst of it though.
No the small box was not the main course for his heart and lungs to increase their movement at rapid paces.
The lack of exits and entrances were what did it.
There were no doors…the walls', floor and ceiling were so perfectly sculpted by expert and patient hands that there were no creases for trap or secret doors. There were no windows…no
holes…no chimney places…no trap doors…no ventilation…no doors no windows no holes no chimney places no trap doors...no ventilation. No doors no windows no holes no chimney places no trap doors…no ventilation. No doors no windows no chimney places no trap doors…no ventilation. NO DOORS NO WINDOWS NO HOLES NO CHIMNEY PLACES NO TRAP DOORS…NO VENTILATION.
THERE WASN'T EVEN A FUCKING GOOD FOR NOTHING MOUSE HOLE!
Relinquishing his hold on the floor he tightened his fingers into his hair while sinking his head down and between his knees where his forehead touched the freezing marble. Gasping for breath he ignored the ricocheting bolts of raw agony run through his wounded arm and the newly acquired wounds that he couldn't remember where he obtained.
Which was just another addition to his growing break down seeing as how he had a perfect memory, he remembered things that happened since his birth…so why couldn't he remember something that took place only a few hours ago?
Oh Gods…empty, dry sobs were flying from his throat as his body shook and shivered from everything but the cold air. He was sucking in no air, an invisible force wrapping around his throat, closing his air way making him choke as his stomach churned uncomfortably with fear…
There were things that were his weaknesses, no matter how much he denied it on the outside there was no denying it on the inside.
Yukina…he would go to any lengths to make sure she stayed safe…if any of his enemies found out that she was his sister she would be put into so much danger to break him down.
Kurama…whom he had accepted as his first true friend, the only being in all three worlds that he would ever be comfortable to sleep besides or he could trust with all of his life…he would jump in front of a lethal attack if it meant protecting his fox.
And small, inescapable rooms. By placing him inside a room that could actually squeeze him…compress him and hold him tightly to the point he was sure to bursting…By placing him inside a room that was by far too microscopic it applied pressure to his claustrophobic nature…causes him to break down no matter who he was in front of…and without his katana he was practically as defenseless as a newborn ningen babe…
Crying with no tears escaping his eyes he fell to his side and rolled up into the fetal position, clenching and unclenching his jaw at the thought that he was breaking, becoming a weak and pathetic mass of fear even in front of his enemies and how he was unable to stop and prevent the oncoming chaos.
Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! Make it stop! MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!
"STTTOOOPP IIIITTTT! MAAAAKEEEE IIIITTT STTTOOOOPP!!"
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Gleeful sniggers escaped the mouth that was tightly clenched together in a compressed grin. Yellow eyes were swimming in pure joy at the sight taking place before them on the television screen.
Elder Toguro squealed as the child hunched over after getting free of his bonds and looking about the room. That scream however…just fuck it was so luscious! Feeling his member twitch and grow to half awake his eyes rolled to the back of his head already envisioning the fabulous coupling he and the fire demon were going to share…
Oooohhhh yes the boy was most definitely a screamer…
Karasu chuckled deep in his throat as his violet eyes danced with mirth at the powerful youkai they had ensnared. Fingering the long sword within his grasp a half grin lifted his lips behind the mask at the intriguing thought of how the boy completely overlooked the small red dot in the very corner of the room where their video recorder was recording everything he did…
Looking down at the black cloak and white scarf in his other hand he inhaled the younger's unique scent and gazed interestedly at the screeching creature locked away in their own personal dungeon.
Funny, normally it was just the beautiful red haired green eyed Kurama that made his eyes dropped to half mast and his manhood jump to full erection…
"Ne Ani…"
Toguro turned to face his comrade at the low and sensual tone the voice had picked up, his hands clutching the blood stained black tang top tightly within his hand.
No…Crow here couldn't possibly be…but I thought…
"I think I will most definitely have to have a piece of him."
Wide yellow eyes met sensual violet and narrowed and with a voice laced with possession he bit out. "Why? I was under the impression his team mate Kurama were what you were after."
Purple orbs turned away from the frothing gold and he took a few slow, closer steps towards the screen, ignoring the warning, possessive growls erupting from the elder brother. "Oh
Kurama is the first on my list and I assure you I won't try to take away your little fire demon from you…I just want a taste." The other half of his mouth rose to meet the other in a leering grin.
Oh how it would torment his tempting siren of a fox spirit to smell his adored fire demon on the enemies skin…
"You will be watched most carefully Karasu…" Toguro looked back to Hiei who started to thrust in violent convulsions. "Perhaps you may touch him…it depends entirely on my verdict though you bastard," their eyes met once again. "But if I do grant you permission I get to play with him first."
The last words were snarled in an order, an order that the flexible demon expected the bomb manipulator to follow. Only under my word may you touch my property.
Karasu nodded curtly all the while keeping his gaze locked with Toguro's before they both looked away at the same time to inspect the lovely specimen held up in their cell.
You fool Ani…this child is smarter than you give him credit for. He had the power to at least break free and run away for a little while from us…and he would have if he hadn't sensed my explosives. Karasu's violet gaze turned back to the shorter demon beside him and narrowed his eyes tutting inwardly. Thankfully for me you have no idea that he could have actually broken free…I do and even if you do get your medicine into him…he'll be under my control.
Karasu rolled his eyes up to the ceiling and thought of what it would look like to see his fox in so much emotional torture as he forced him to watch as he raped his precious fire demon right before his eyes. Heh, placing the sword with the cloak and scarf he played with the different advantages he could use before a thought crossed his mind.
"Hm, I wonder what your little brother will think of this Ani when he finds out…what with him being so honorable and shit."
The Crow was only filled with more amusement as he watched the twitch of damnation cross his comrade's face and body.
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