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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
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847
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1
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
King Of Thieves
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Chapter 2:
King Of Thieves
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Shiori cried out as she was pushed into the brightly-lit cell, followed by her husband and stepson. She landed on the cement floor on her knees and braced herself when the ropes were cut and she rubbed her sore wrists gingerly. She then looked around the small cell in wonder. There were two neatly made beds along two of the walls, no windows, no sink, and no place to go to the bathroom. Shiori felt like she was in a dog pound. The cells were lined with a small hallway through the center and were filled with demons lazing about on the floor and beds. They watched the human family as if they were some kind of juicy morsels just waiting to be eaten; this made Shiori more than a little nervous.
Shiori quickly stood and went to her husband and stepson, and removed the ropes from their wrists as well. They all sat on the one bed, worrying about their other family member, Shuichi, who was still out there somewhere, in trouble.
A few hours passed in silence, neither parent had much to say to calm the young boy down, because they weren’t feeling much better at the moment. It was then that Shiori locked eyes with a female demon in the cell across from them. She was leaning up against the wall with her arms crossed, a pensive look on her face. By the way she was dressed, the human woman figured that the girl was a fighter of some sort, and the tears in her clothes stated that she had put up quite a struggle when brought here.
Shiori was shaken out of her train of thought when the prisoners started to hoot, holler and whistle from their cells as a tall, silver haired demon was brought to the human’s cell. Shuichi, Hatanaka, and Shiori stood when the cell door was opened and the demon was shoved forcefully inside. The door slammed shut behind him with a thunderous crash. The family stepped back and watched with some terror as he turned around and pushed on the door.
“You can froth at the mouth all you want, Yoko; there’s no way you’re getting out.” The guard laughed and Yoko narrowed his eyes dangerously at him. “Some “King of Thieves” you are.” Yoko gritted his teeth and quickly reached through the bars and clamped his hand around the other’s neck. Pure dread and alarm flashed over the guard’s face before Yoko jerked his arm back and sent the demon’s face crashing into the bars. Yoko felt the neck snap under his hand and he smirked when the demons cheered him on. Dropping the dead body to the floor, Yoko stepped back and bowed to his audience proudly.
Shiori screamed in shock at the body and backed further away from the aggressor, making Yoko flinch and turn to face her.
“If you ever scream like that in my presence again, I will remove your voice box.” he growled, baring sharp white teeth at the woman and all three of the humans coward away from him. Yoko looked around the small, cramped cell and found the blanket on the bed with a spool of thread and two needles. Without a second glance back, he sat down on the empty bed and began nursing his wounded arm, which up until this point, had gone unattended.
The youko took the needle and thread and stitched the gash carefully; every so often he would look up to see the family still staring at him and finally, when he was done, he growled and pointed to the bed opposite of his. “Sit,” was all he said and the three dashed for the bed immediately. Both human males still held the look of disgust on their faces after the demon licked the blood from his arm; it was enough to make them sick, but it didn’t even phase the kitsune. Shiori was the fist to break the silence with a wavering question.
“W-who are you? I thought they were bringing my son.” The question slightly caught the demon’s attention and Yoko turned his golden eyes up to look at her, indeed she was frightened.
“I am Yoko Kurama, you might know me better as Shuichi’s other half.”
“S-so... You are my son.” Shiori asked in a quivering voice. Yoko nodded and leaned back against the wall
“In a way, but trust me when I say I’m nothing like that weak fool.”
“How dare you say that! If you are so much better, why are you in here?” Hatanaka shouted, balling his fists. Yoko decided to humor the man and stood from the bed and walked over to the cell door. The humans watched curiously when Yoko reached into his hair and pulled out a small lock pick. He reached around to the outside and found the keyhole, and began to fidget with the lock. Within seconds, the door swung open and Yoko grinned at the wide-eyed expression on all of their faces. He chuckled and slammed the cell door shut; it automatically locked again and Yoko turned back to sit on the bed.
“H-how did you do that?” Shiori asked with amazement. She had seen spy movies before, but never heard of anyone picking a lock that fast without even looking. Yoko could only smirk at this; another opportunity to feed his overly large ego.
“I am a master escape artist. No prison cell could ever keep me any longer than I want to stay. And to think that this place has top-notch security.”
“Then why didn’t you escape when you had the chance? Are you that dense that you would actually find this places suitable to rest in?” Shuichi asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I want to know what all this commotion is about.” Yoko stated, laying back on the bed and resting his arms under his head. “These demons have been tracking me for some time and I want to know why. I wouldn’t expect humans to understand, but I don’t like being followed, when it’s not out of lust.”
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Kurama: My poor mother...
Kaat: Don’t worry, Kurama. It’s gets...better.(pats Kurama on the shoulder)
Hiei: So who dies?
Kaat: Huh? No one dies!...Yet. (pushes Hiei off the desk) Keep your mouth shut!
Kurama: What are you talking about, Kaat?
Kaat: Huh? Oh, nothing! Nothing at all, Kurama! Everything’s peachy! (laughs nervously)
Hiei: Someone’s going to die. (ish cracked over the head with a frying pan by a madly grinning Kaat.)
Kaat: Shut up, Hiei.
Kurama: Hiei!(runs over to tend to the unconscious Hiei laying under the computer desk.
Kaat: Well, that concludes the second chapter! Please tune in next time when things really start to heat up a bit! I hope Hiei and his big mouth hasn’t ruined anything for you! Ja!
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Chapter 2:
King Of Thieves
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Shiori cried out as she was pushed into the brightly-lit cell, followed by her husband and stepson. She landed on the cement floor on her knees and braced herself when the ropes were cut and she rubbed her sore wrists gingerly. She then looked around the small cell in wonder. There were two neatly made beds along two of the walls, no windows, no sink, and no place to go to the bathroom. Shiori felt like she was in a dog pound. The cells were lined with a small hallway through the center and were filled with demons lazing about on the floor and beds. They watched the human family as if they were some kind of juicy morsels just waiting to be eaten; this made Shiori more than a little nervous.
Shiori quickly stood and went to her husband and stepson, and removed the ropes from their wrists as well. They all sat on the one bed, worrying about their other family member, Shuichi, who was still out there somewhere, in trouble.
A few hours passed in silence, neither parent had much to say to calm the young boy down, because they weren’t feeling much better at the moment. It was then that Shiori locked eyes with a female demon in the cell across from them. She was leaning up against the wall with her arms crossed, a pensive look on her face. By the way she was dressed, the human woman figured that the girl was a fighter of some sort, and the tears in her clothes stated that she had put up quite a struggle when brought here.
Shiori was shaken out of her train of thought when the prisoners started to hoot, holler and whistle from their cells as a tall, silver haired demon was brought to the human’s cell. Shuichi, Hatanaka, and Shiori stood when the cell door was opened and the demon was shoved forcefully inside. The door slammed shut behind him with a thunderous crash. The family stepped back and watched with some terror as he turned around and pushed on the door.
“You can froth at the mouth all you want, Yoko; there’s no way you’re getting out.” The guard laughed and Yoko narrowed his eyes dangerously at him. “Some “King of Thieves” you are.” Yoko gritted his teeth and quickly reached through the bars and clamped his hand around the other’s neck. Pure dread and alarm flashed over the guard’s face before Yoko jerked his arm back and sent the demon’s face crashing into the bars. Yoko felt the neck snap under his hand and he smirked when the demons cheered him on. Dropping the dead body to the floor, Yoko stepped back and bowed to his audience proudly.
Shiori screamed in shock at the body and backed further away from the aggressor, making Yoko flinch and turn to face her.
“If you ever scream like that in my presence again, I will remove your voice box.” he growled, baring sharp white teeth at the woman and all three of the humans coward away from him. Yoko looked around the small, cramped cell and found the blanket on the bed with a spool of thread and two needles. Without a second glance back, he sat down on the empty bed and began nursing his wounded arm, which up until this point, had gone unattended.
The youko took the needle and thread and stitched the gash carefully; every so often he would look up to see the family still staring at him and finally, when he was done, he growled and pointed to the bed opposite of his. “Sit,” was all he said and the three dashed for the bed immediately. Both human males still held the look of disgust on their faces after the demon licked the blood from his arm; it was enough to make them sick, but it didn’t even phase the kitsune. Shiori was the fist to break the silence with a wavering question.
“W-who are you? I thought they were bringing my son.” The question slightly caught the demon’s attention and Yoko turned his golden eyes up to look at her, indeed she was frightened.
“I am Yoko Kurama, you might know me better as Shuichi’s other half.”
“S-so... You are my son.” Shiori asked in a quivering voice. Yoko nodded and leaned back against the wall
“In a way, but trust me when I say I’m nothing like that weak fool.”
“How dare you say that! If you are so much better, why are you in here?” Hatanaka shouted, balling his fists. Yoko decided to humor the man and stood from the bed and walked over to the cell door. The humans watched curiously when Yoko reached into his hair and pulled out a small lock pick. He reached around to the outside and found the keyhole, and began to fidget with the lock. Within seconds, the door swung open and Yoko grinned at the wide-eyed expression on all of their faces. He chuckled and slammed the cell door shut; it automatically locked again and Yoko turned back to sit on the bed.
“H-how did you do that?” Shiori asked with amazement. She had seen spy movies before, but never heard of anyone picking a lock that fast without even looking. Yoko could only smirk at this; another opportunity to feed his overly large ego.
“I am a master escape artist. No prison cell could ever keep me any longer than I want to stay. And to think that this place has top-notch security.”
“Then why didn’t you escape when you had the chance? Are you that dense that you would actually find this places suitable to rest in?” Shuichi asked, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I want to know what all this commotion is about.” Yoko stated, laying back on the bed and resting his arms under his head. “These demons have been tracking me for some time and I want to know why. I wouldn’t expect humans to understand, but I don’t like being followed, when it’s not out of lust.”
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Kurama: My poor mother...
Kaat: Don’t worry, Kurama. It’s gets...better.(pats Kurama on the shoulder)
Hiei: So who dies?
Kaat: Huh? No one dies!...Yet. (pushes Hiei off the desk) Keep your mouth shut!
Kurama: What are you talking about, Kaat?
Kaat: Huh? Oh, nothing! Nothing at all, Kurama! Everything’s peachy! (laughs nervously)
Hiei: Someone’s going to die. (ish cracked over the head with a frying pan by a madly grinning Kaat.)
Kaat: Shut up, Hiei.
Kurama: Hiei!(runs over to tend to the unconscious Hiei laying under the computer desk.
Kaat: Well, that concludes the second chapter! Please tune in next time when things really start to heat up a bit! I hope Hiei and his big mouth hasn’t ruined anything for you! Ja!
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