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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › YYH
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
851
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Deceptive Revenge
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Chapter 5:
Deceptive Revenge
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Kurama awoke to find himself on a stone slab. His head throbbed and he tried to recall how he had gotten to this place. His fuzzy vision began to clear, and a face came into focus directly above him. With a startled jump he recognized his tormentor leering down upon him. He tried to move, but found that his arms and legs were tied to the table. The man towering over him reached up to touch Kurama’s face, and with this touch, the memory of the cell, and the brutal attack from behind, struck Kurama, and he froze in his struggling, fear gripping him once again.
Kurama shook with fear. He knew his brother could be a true sadist at times, and was enjoying every moment of this. He dreaded what was to come. He felt terror beyond comprehension. Dreadful anticipation raced through his body like electricity.
“Even in this human form, you are still so pretty.” Nashua sneered, raking a single claw down Kurama’s face, cutting the flesh deep, but Kurama made no sound of pain.
“Just kill me.” Kurama growled, pulling his face away from Nashua’s hand.
“Yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” As he said this, the youko withdrew his hand from Kurama’s face, balled his fist, and drove it downward into the kitsune’s lower ribs. Several cracks could be heard, as well as a sharp intake of breath from the prone victim. Nashua leaned close to his prey’s ear and whispered, “As much as I’d like to grant your request, we have some things to catch up on first…”
Kurama’s head snapped to his right when he heard his mother choke out a sob. His eyes widened when they rested upon his family sitting in three chairs at his side, forced to watch him being tortured. Kurama’s heart suddenly sank from his chest and he turned away from them.
“Do what ever you want to me, just...please don’t make them watch.” This earned an amused chuckle from Nashua, and Kurama knew then, that his wish was not going to be granted.
“So I was right. Having them here would increase your pain. That’s so sweet.”
‘This sick bastard is going to torture me in front of my family, and instead of granting me dignity in death, he will strip me of my pride right before their eyes. Gods, help them.’ Kurama’s mind screamed. The next blow was far more savage, directly to Kurama’s stomach. It was so strong that the bound kitsune felt blood flood his mouth immediately, and he began to choke. Shiori cried out and tried to reach for her son, but was restrained by the chair she was tied to. There were tears in all of their eyes as they watched Kurama choke on his own blood.
“STOP IT! Stop please! Why are you doing this! Why are you hurting my son!” she cried out in anguish, tears continuing to stream down her face. Nashua only laughed and patted Kurama gently on the head.
“Hear that? They want to know why I’m doing this to you. Should we tell them?” Kurama only gasped for air, his eyes closed in concentration, trying to ignore the pain and his brother all together. “I’ve waited a long time for this, Yoko. I never stopped looking for you; never stopped dreaming of my revenge.”
“What could he have possibly done to deserve such torture!” Hatanaka shouted, fighting his restraints.
“Now there’s an interesting question.” Nashua concluded, nodding his head in agreement with himself. “Why not ask your dear little son.” The punches continued to land on Kurama’s body, and still Kurama denied Nashua the pleasure of hearing him cry out, or the answer to the question he was asked indirectly. His resolve was weakening. “Hm, seems he’s giving us all the silent treatment. Well, if my lover were here, she would tell you. But sadly...” Nashua paused to inflict another punch to Kurama’s low abdomen before continuing with a sadistic grin on his face. “She’s dead. Tell them why, brother.”
“Shove it, Nashua.” Kurama ground his teeth against another painful stab at his side. Finally a particularly painful clawing to the thigh brought forth the first real scream from the bound red head.
“Ahh.” Nashua closed his eyes, almost in ecstasy. “There it is. How lovely. Denial is like second nature to you, isn’t it?” His eyes flew back open to reveal lustful fire that increased the kitsune’s fear even more. “But you’re still not telling them what they want to here, brother.” Another clawing across his abdomen caused Kurama to cry out again and again. It was as if now the dam had been broken, screams issued forth from him more and more easily, echoing in the large room.
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Kurama: I’m the one who gets tortured!? I thought you loved me! (sits on the floor with a box of tissues on his lap) And my mother! My poor mother! Look what you’ve done to her! (points over to a corner where a traumatized Shiori sits)
Kaat: She’ll be fine, and of course I love you! I just uh... really needed to come up with something new!
Hiei: Poor Kurama... Well, at least it’s not me this time.(shrugs)
Kurama: Fine! Then you can sleep on the sofa for the next few nights!(throws the box of tissues at Hiei’s head.)
Kaat: Hey, that gives me an idea for another fic.
Kurama: (cries)
Hiei: Now look what you did!(still removing all the tissues off his head)
Kaat: Sorry but I have to continue for my loyal fans. It’ll all be over before you know it and then you’ll really love me when I get into the ‘happy’ chapters.
Kurama: (sniffle) Well, hurry! (sniffle)
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Chapter 5:
Deceptive Revenge
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Kurama awoke to find himself on a stone slab. His head throbbed and he tried to recall how he had gotten to this place. His fuzzy vision began to clear, and a face came into focus directly above him. With a startled jump he recognized his tormentor leering down upon him. He tried to move, but found that his arms and legs were tied to the table. The man towering over him reached up to touch Kurama’s face, and with this touch, the memory of the cell, and the brutal attack from behind, struck Kurama, and he froze in his struggling, fear gripping him once again.
Kurama shook with fear. He knew his brother could be a true sadist at times, and was enjoying every moment of this. He dreaded what was to come. He felt terror beyond comprehension. Dreadful anticipation raced through his body like electricity.
“Even in this human form, you are still so pretty.” Nashua sneered, raking a single claw down Kurama’s face, cutting the flesh deep, but Kurama made no sound of pain.
“Just kill me.” Kurama growled, pulling his face away from Nashua’s hand.
“Yes, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” As he said this, the youko withdrew his hand from Kurama’s face, balled his fist, and drove it downward into the kitsune’s lower ribs. Several cracks could be heard, as well as a sharp intake of breath from the prone victim. Nashua leaned close to his prey’s ear and whispered, “As much as I’d like to grant your request, we have some things to catch up on first…”
Kurama’s head snapped to his right when he heard his mother choke out a sob. His eyes widened when they rested upon his family sitting in three chairs at his side, forced to watch him being tortured. Kurama’s heart suddenly sank from his chest and he turned away from them.
“Do what ever you want to me, just...please don’t make them watch.” This earned an amused chuckle from Nashua, and Kurama knew then, that his wish was not going to be granted.
“So I was right. Having them here would increase your pain. That’s so sweet.”
‘This sick bastard is going to torture me in front of my family, and instead of granting me dignity in death, he will strip me of my pride right before their eyes. Gods, help them.’ Kurama’s mind screamed. The next blow was far more savage, directly to Kurama’s stomach. It was so strong that the bound kitsune felt blood flood his mouth immediately, and he began to choke. Shiori cried out and tried to reach for her son, but was restrained by the chair she was tied to. There were tears in all of their eyes as they watched Kurama choke on his own blood.
“STOP IT! Stop please! Why are you doing this! Why are you hurting my son!” she cried out in anguish, tears continuing to stream down her face. Nashua only laughed and patted Kurama gently on the head.
“Hear that? They want to know why I’m doing this to you. Should we tell them?” Kurama only gasped for air, his eyes closed in concentration, trying to ignore the pain and his brother all together. “I’ve waited a long time for this, Yoko. I never stopped looking for you; never stopped dreaming of my revenge.”
“What could he have possibly done to deserve such torture!” Hatanaka shouted, fighting his restraints.
“Now there’s an interesting question.” Nashua concluded, nodding his head in agreement with himself. “Why not ask your dear little son.” The punches continued to land on Kurama’s body, and still Kurama denied Nashua the pleasure of hearing him cry out, or the answer to the question he was asked indirectly. His resolve was weakening. “Hm, seems he’s giving us all the silent treatment. Well, if my lover were here, she would tell you. But sadly...” Nashua paused to inflict another punch to Kurama’s low abdomen before continuing with a sadistic grin on his face. “She’s dead. Tell them why, brother.”
“Shove it, Nashua.” Kurama ground his teeth against another painful stab at his side. Finally a particularly painful clawing to the thigh brought forth the first real scream from the bound red head.
“Ahh.” Nashua closed his eyes, almost in ecstasy. “There it is. How lovely. Denial is like second nature to you, isn’t it?” His eyes flew back open to reveal lustful fire that increased the kitsune’s fear even more. “But you’re still not telling them what they want to here, brother.” Another clawing across his abdomen caused Kurama to cry out again and again. It was as if now the dam had been broken, screams issued forth from him more and more easily, echoing in the large room.
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Kurama: I’m the one who gets tortured!? I thought you loved me! (sits on the floor with a box of tissues on his lap) And my mother! My poor mother! Look what you’ve done to her! (points over to a corner where a traumatized Shiori sits)
Kaat: She’ll be fine, and of course I love you! I just uh... really needed to come up with something new!
Hiei: Poor Kurama... Well, at least it’s not me this time.(shrugs)
Kurama: Fine! Then you can sleep on the sofa for the next few nights!(throws the box of tissues at Hiei’s head.)
Kaat: Hey, that gives me an idea for another fic.
Kurama: (cries)
Hiei: Now look what you did!(still removing all the tissues off his head)
Kaat: Sorry but I have to continue for my loyal fans. It’ll all be over before you know it and then you’ll really love me when I get into the ‘happy’ chapters.
Kurama: (sniffle) Well, hurry! (sniffle)
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