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Adult ++
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Ugly Past
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Chapter 3:
Ugly Past
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It had now been ten hours since they were brought to their prison and Hatanaka and Shuichi-kun had relaxed enough to fall asleep. Shiori watched in patience as Yoko paced back and forth in the cell, deep in thought. As she watched him, she couldn’t help but think back to when Shuichi told her about his demon half.
~*~Flashback~*~
They were home alone that night, Hatanaka and Shuichi-kun having gone out to see a movie together. They were sitting at the kitchen table in silence for the longest time before Shiori worked up enough courage to talk to her son after the night before when he told his family of his demon heritage. Shiori had barely said two words to her son since that night, still in shock at the thought of her son being a thousand-year-old spirit fox.
“Shuichi?” Shiori spoke in a low voice and set her teacup back on the table.
“Yes, mother?” Kurama was equally nervous.
“I want... to hear... I want you to tell me more about this demon part of you.” Shiori lowered her eyes to her cup, almost afraid that her son would refuse. “I-I want to understand you--your past, I mean. I’m still so confused; I want to get to know the real you.”
“No you don’t.” Kurama tore his green eyes away from his human mother as if ashamed. He was; the things he had done in his previous life still disturbed him. “You would hate me...”
“No, Shuichi! Never! I know that however you were then, you’ve changed. I could never hold your past against you. Just please, tell me... I need to know.” Shiori gently coaxed her son to speak again when she placed her hands over his and held them in reassurance. She smiled when he nodded, but still held his hands firmly in place.
“I was very cruel... I did awful things to others that didn’t deserve it. I hurt many people...” Kurama looked up at his mother, uncertain that he should continue, but Shiori insisted with the way she set her eyes on him. Her eyes were trembling and Kurama decided to start from a different approach. “All youkos travel in packs from three to ten, sometimes more... and all youkos were considered beautiful and mystifying creatures. I was a bit different from the rest.” Shiori blinked and listened closer to her son, not wanting a single word to slip from her ears. “I am an extremely rare type of kitsune... So rare that I was the only one of my kind. My beauty and skill far surpassed that of my kin and that made them all very jealous. I was cast out of my pack because of that jealousy and ever since then, I was what you would call a loner. I took upon a few partners, hardly for the company, but I enjoyed the attention... It was then that I realized just how addicted to attention I was... and set out to make a name for myself. For many years I perfected my thieving skills until I was sure I was the best. At only three hundred years old, I had stained my hands with so much blood, that no amount of water could wash it off; yet I felt no remorse. My name was already known in many territories and the word spread faster as the years progressed.” Kurama looked up at his mother as she tried to understand what her son was explaining to her.
“Were you ever...” Shiori couldn’t finish, but Kurama knew the question she was asking of him.
“Lonely? No. Even at such a young age, I was lusted over by many... I took advantage of that quality whenever possible, but I never even thought of having a lover... I used them; only once, but it was enough to break many of them, males and females alike. Quite a few of them where even partners of mine. Though it may sound sickening to a human...my kind lived and abided by these laws. I was a horrible creature, you must think, but I never went so far as to molest or rape another, I never had to. They were always more than willing to comply. If they were after me for a bounty, I would kill them without hesitation, didn’t matter what gender or race they were; I wouldn’t allow myself to be caught under any circumstances. By the time I was caught, I was known throughout the entire Makai. When it came to sex, I was viewed as a god, and thievery, I had long since become a legend.”
~*~ End Flashback~*~
Everything Shuichi had told her seemed true. This creature before her was indeed a ruthless being and every time he looked at her, she could see the definition of pride dancing in his golden eyes. He was of unearthly beauty and grace, just as she had suspected and she realized just how different her human son was from this silver haired beauty.
She was thrust back into the real world when a guard came to the cell door, and began to mock the youko. Yoko growled and reached out for the guard, but this one was faster than the first and Yoko quickly jerked his arm away when he felt the sharp prick of a needle in his arm. The guard grinned at him and pulled the syringe up to the kitsune’s eyes, which widened when he saw what the man held.
Yoko became infuriated when his vision began to blur, and he lunged at the cell door hard enough to wake the two sleeping humans and startle Shiori. The youko lashed out at the guard with bared claws as he struggled to stay on his feet. The guard only backed away and laughed, apparently amused at the sight.
“What did you do!” Yoko screamed angrily, still lashing out at the guard. “What the fuck did you do to me!” Yoko’s vision was failing fast and he barely had enough strength of consciousness to stand. Finally the youko started to collapse and his voice quieted. “You son of a...” He didn’t have the chance to finish before he slipped into unconsciousness, his eyes still partially open, but his expression was vacant.
Only when the guard was sure the youko was soundly asleep did he open the cell door. He quickly stepped inside and began removing every seed and pick from Yoko’s hair. When he was finished, he placed the seeds in his pocket and exited the cell, closing the door behind him. Shiori watched in worry as the man began to place powerful wards on the bars and placed one right over the lock on the door, assuring Yoko’s confinement. Without a word, he left the stunned family with the sleeping demon.
After a few minutes, Hatanaka raised from the bed and walked over to the slumbering form on the floor. He carefully lifted Yoko into his arms and carried him over to the bed where he laid him.
“I would get as far away from him as you possibly can.” A voice stated from the cell across from them. “He’s going to be extremely cranky when he wakes up.” It was the woman she had watched before, Shiori noticed.
“Who are you?” Shiori asked, walking up to the bars.
“Don’t touch them! Just... stay where you are. Those wards are strong enough to kill a human.” The woman warned. “My name is Nuka. I know Yoko from a while back, and I think my presumptions are correct when I say that he is going to have a field day when he finds out he’s trapped. Serves him right if you ask me.”
“Excuse me?” Shiori asked, a bit offended by Nuka’s attitude towards Yoko. “Are you saying he’ll try to hurt us?”
“Not sure about that. Yoko is as unpredictable as they come; there’s no telling what he’ll do, but I do know that if there’s one thing that upsets him, its being cornered. You’ll find out soon enough how violent his temper is and trust me, when he’s angry, entire armies run for cover.”
“Shiori, if what she's saying is true, I don’t think this is a very safe place to be.” Hatanaka mumbled to his wife, slowly backing away to sit next to his son again, who remained quiet.
“You don’t have a choice. If Yoko can’t get out of that cell, no one can. But don’t worry, I don’t think you’ll be in there with him much longer.” The woman turned and laid down on the bed she was sitting on and closed her eyes for sleep. The three humans would have followed her example, but they were too frightened to close their eyes.
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Kurama: I don’t like needles.
Hiei: Baby.
Kaat: (swats Hiei across the head, knocking him off the desk, again) Don’t tease my Kurama!
Hiei: You’re Kurama!? He’s mine!
Kaat: Mine!
Hiei: Mine!
Kaat: He’s mine forever!(tackles Hiei and they start wrestling across the floor.)
Kurama: (rolls eyes) Kitty-chan is busy at the moment, please leave you name, number, and a brief message after the tone and she will get back to you as soon as possible, if she’s still alive............Beep.
Kaat: AHHHH!!!!(fwap! silence.)
Kurama: Hiei!
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Chapter 3:
Ugly Past
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It had now been ten hours since they were brought to their prison and Hatanaka and Shuichi-kun had relaxed enough to fall asleep. Shiori watched in patience as Yoko paced back and forth in the cell, deep in thought. As she watched him, she couldn’t help but think back to when Shuichi told her about his demon half.
~*~Flashback~*~
They were home alone that night, Hatanaka and Shuichi-kun having gone out to see a movie together. They were sitting at the kitchen table in silence for the longest time before Shiori worked up enough courage to talk to her son after the night before when he told his family of his demon heritage. Shiori had barely said two words to her son since that night, still in shock at the thought of her son being a thousand-year-old spirit fox.
“Shuichi?” Shiori spoke in a low voice and set her teacup back on the table.
“Yes, mother?” Kurama was equally nervous.
“I want... to hear... I want you to tell me more about this demon part of you.” Shiori lowered her eyes to her cup, almost afraid that her son would refuse. “I-I want to understand you--your past, I mean. I’m still so confused; I want to get to know the real you.”
“No you don’t.” Kurama tore his green eyes away from his human mother as if ashamed. He was; the things he had done in his previous life still disturbed him. “You would hate me...”
“No, Shuichi! Never! I know that however you were then, you’ve changed. I could never hold your past against you. Just please, tell me... I need to know.” Shiori gently coaxed her son to speak again when she placed her hands over his and held them in reassurance. She smiled when he nodded, but still held his hands firmly in place.
“I was very cruel... I did awful things to others that didn’t deserve it. I hurt many people...” Kurama looked up at his mother, uncertain that he should continue, but Shiori insisted with the way she set her eyes on him. Her eyes were trembling and Kurama decided to start from a different approach. “All youkos travel in packs from three to ten, sometimes more... and all youkos were considered beautiful and mystifying creatures. I was a bit different from the rest.” Shiori blinked and listened closer to her son, not wanting a single word to slip from her ears. “I am an extremely rare type of kitsune... So rare that I was the only one of my kind. My beauty and skill far surpassed that of my kin and that made them all very jealous. I was cast out of my pack because of that jealousy and ever since then, I was what you would call a loner. I took upon a few partners, hardly for the company, but I enjoyed the attention... It was then that I realized just how addicted to attention I was... and set out to make a name for myself. For many years I perfected my thieving skills until I was sure I was the best. At only three hundred years old, I had stained my hands with so much blood, that no amount of water could wash it off; yet I felt no remorse. My name was already known in many territories and the word spread faster as the years progressed.” Kurama looked up at his mother as she tried to understand what her son was explaining to her.
“Were you ever...” Shiori couldn’t finish, but Kurama knew the question she was asking of him.
“Lonely? No. Even at such a young age, I was lusted over by many... I took advantage of that quality whenever possible, but I never even thought of having a lover... I used them; only once, but it was enough to break many of them, males and females alike. Quite a few of them where even partners of mine. Though it may sound sickening to a human...my kind lived and abided by these laws. I was a horrible creature, you must think, but I never went so far as to molest or rape another, I never had to. They were always more than willing to comply. If they were after me for a bounty, I would kill them without hesitation, didn’t matter what gender or race they were; I wouldn’t allow myself to be caught under any circumstances. By the time I was caught, I was known throughout the entire Makai. When it came to sex, I was viewed as a god, and thievery, I had long since become a legend.”
~*~ End Flashback~*~
Everything Shuichi had told her seemed true. This creature before her was indeed a ruthless being and every time he looked at her, she could see the definition of pride dancing in his golden eyes. He was of unearthly beauty and grace, just as she had suspected and she realized just how different her human son was from this silver haired beauty.
She was thrust back into the real world when a guard came to the cell door, and began to mock the youko. Yoko growled and reached out for the guard, but this one was faster than the first and Yoko quickly jerked his arm away when he felt the sharp prick of a needle in his arm. The guard grinned at him and pulled the syringe up to the kitsune’s eyes, which widened when he saw what the man held.
Yoko became infuriated when his vision began to blur, and he lunged at the cell door hard enough to wake the two sleeping humans and startle Shiori. The youko lashed out at the guard with bared claws as he struggled to stay on his feet. The guard only backed away and laughed, apparently amused at the sight.
“What did you do!” Yoko screamed angrily, still lashing out at the guard. “What the fuck did you do to me!” Yoko’s vision was failing fast and he barely had enough strength of consciousness to stand. Finally the youko started to collapse and his voice quieted. “You son of a...” He didn’t have the chance to finish before he slipped into unconsciousness, his eyes still partially open, but his expression was vacant.
Only when the guard was sure the youko was soundly asleep did he open the cell door. He quickly stepped inside and began removing every seed and pick from Yoko’s hair. When he was finished, he placed the seeds in his pocket and exited the cell, closing the door behind him. Shiori watched in worry as the man began to place powerful wards on the bars and placed one right over the lock on the door, assuring Yoko’s confinement. Without a word, he left the stunned family with the sleeping demon.
After a few minutes, Hatanaka raised from the bed and walked over to the slumbering form on the floor. He carefully lifted Yoko into his arms and carried him over to the bed where he laid him.
“I would get as far away from him as you possibly can.” A voice stated from the cell across from them. “He’s going to be extremely cranky when he wakes up.” It was the woman she had watched before, Shiori noticed.
“Who are you?” Shiori asked, walking up to the bars.
“Don’t touch them! Just... stay where you are. Those wards are strong enough to kill a human.” The woman warned. “My name is Nuka. I know Yoko from a while back, and I think my presumptions are correct when I say that he is going to have a field day when he finds out he’s trapped. Serves him right if you ask me.”
“Excuse me?” Shiori asked, a bit offended by Nuka’s attitude towards Yoko. “Are you saying he’ll try to hurt us?”
“Not sure about that. Yoko is as unpredictable as they come; there’s no telling what he’ll do, but I do know that if there’s one thing that upsets him, its being cornered. You’ll find out soon enough how violent his temper is and trust me, when he’s angry, entire armies run for cover.”
“Shiori, if what she's saying is true, I don’t think this is a very safe place to be.” Hatanaka mumbled to his wife, slowly backing away to sit next to his son again, who remained quiet.
“You don’t have a choice. If Yoko can’t get out of that cell, no one can. But don’t worry, I don’t think you’ll be in there with him much longer.” The woman turned and laid down on the bed she was sitting on and closed her eyes for sleep. The three humans would have followed her example, but they were too frightened to close their eyes.
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Kurama: I don’t like needles.
Hiei: Baby.
Kaat: (swats Hiei across the head, knocking him off the desk, again) Don’t tease my Kurama!
Hiei: You’re Kurama!? He’s mine!
Kaat: Mine!
Hiei: Mine!
Kaat: He’s mine forever!(tackles Hiei and they start wrestling across the floor.)
Kurama: (rolls eyes) Kitty-chan is busy at the moment, please leave you name, number, and a brief message after the tone and she will get back to you as soon as possible, if she’s still alive............Beep.
Kaat: AHHHH!!!!(fwap! silence.)
Kurama: Hiei!
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