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zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] › YYH
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
852
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.
The Truth
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Chapter 6:
The Truth
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Kurama’s torture continued for hours until Nashua’s patience began to wear thin. He laid his arm across Kurama’s chest and applied tremendous pressure on the numerous broken ribs, and another sharp cry was wrung from the kitsune between his ragged gasps for air. The figure descended upon him, resting his face against Kurama’s broken one and he kissed Kurama’s cheek tenderly. Nashua smirked at Kurama’s family and licked the fresh blood off his lips and he whispered in his brothers ear softly, “Tell them brother... Tell them why I am being so cruel to you.” Driving his claws deeply into Kurama’s side, Nashua drew out the loudest, longest scream yet and Shiori screamed at the sight of her son in excruciating agony.
When the scream died down to a weak whimper, Kurama turned to face his family with shame and hurt in his eyes, and a single tear slipped from his eye to mingle with his blood.
“I-I killed her...” Kurama whispered between painful gasps and his short breaths halted when Nashua dug is claws deeper into his side.
“Why!?” Nashua shouted. “I’ll tell you why! Because he is so arrogant and selfish, he didn’t think anyone should be happy but him! So he killed my lover and tried to kill me as well! He and his retched partner slaughtered everyone!”
“No! He would never!” Shiori countered, enraged at the very thought of it.
“It-It’s true, mother. All t-true.” Kurama gasped. Nashua snorted and embedded his claws deeper into Kurama’s side and Kurama cried out in sheer, agonizing pain. Quickly one hand came up to the kitsune’s face, and pinched shut his nose. Cruel lips sealed his mouth with a punishing kiss, cutting off his scream abruptly. Kurama’s eyes grew wide as his body struggled for air. Unable to inhale, his mind swam in panic. He tried to squirm, but was unable to break the hold that threatened to suffocate him. Black spots began to disrupt his vision.
His brother suddenly pulled away, allowing the semi-conscious red head to gasp in welcome air once more. Exhausted, shaking, and covered in his own blood, Kurama fought to gain enough oxygen into his screaming lungs to recover what small ability to move he still possessed.
A series of strikes to his face sent Kurama over the edge of unconsciousness before he could react. Unable to speak, his family watched in terror as he laid there motionless on the stone slab, his green eyes open, but dull and utterly lifeless.
“And there it is! The infamous Yoko Kurama in all his glory, laid out before you with nothing left to hide!” Nashua proclaimed proudly, displaying Kurama’s brutally beaten body to his family. “No matter how hard you scream... Or how long you cry, brother, no one will come to your rescue. Because no one cares about you... Just like you never cared about anyone but yourself...” Nashua’s voice became soft and tender as he spoke to Kurama, and he allowed a small smile to play over his lips. “You’ve always been lusted over, but you have never been loved. You hurt everyone that is close to you, but have never felt pain. Your human family is experiencing it now. Yet, justice has yet to be fully served. Seeing how you lived alone, you will die alone, since no one cares enough to save you.” Without another word, Nashua leaned over and kissed his brother’s forehead, then left the family to themselves.
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Hiei: Is it over?
Kaat: Yes, it’s over for the most part.
Hiei: Hey, when do I come in?
Kaat: Funny you should ask that., Hiei. Since you haven’t even been mentioned once so far, I’ve decided to dedicate this whole next chapter to you. It won’t be long, since I don’t like you nearly as much as I do Kurama, but you’ll be in all the rest of the chapters and that’s a promise.
Hiei: Hn.
Kurama: Well, that’s good to hear, at least things couldn’t get any worse if Hiei’s there. You’ll protect me, won’t you Hiei?
Hiei: Hell if I know. I’m not the one writing the fic.
Kaat: (ish confused) Oookay! Next chappie, like I said, is based entirely on Hiei for the most part. I don’t have any really sadistic ideas left at the moment, but if I happen to find something that fits, I’ll add it. But for now, bed is the only thing I’m thinking of. Night.
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Chapter 6:
The Truth
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Kurama’s torture continued for hours until Nashua’s patience began to wear thin. He laid his arm across Kurama’s chest and applied tremendous pressure on the numerous broken ribs, and another sharp cry was wrung from the kitsune between his ragged gasps for air. The figure descended upon him, resting his face against Kurama’s broken one and he kissed Kurama’s cheek tenderly. Nashua smirked at Kurama’s family and licked the fresh blood off his lips and he whispered in his brothers ear softly, “Tell them brother... Tell them why I am being so cruel to you.” Driving his claws deeply into Kurama’s side, Nashua drew out the loudest, longest scream yet and Shiori screamed at the sight of her son in excruciating agony.
When the scream died down to a weak whimper, Kurama turned to face his family with shame and hurt in his eyes, and a single tear slipped from his eye to mingle with his blood.
“I-I killed her...” Kurama whispered between painful gasps and his short breaths halted when Nashua dug is claws deeper into his side.
“Why!?” Nashua shouted. “I’ll tell you why! Because he is so arrogant and selfish, he didn’t think anyone should be happy but him! So he killed my lover and tried to kill me as well! He and his retched partner slaughtered everyone!”
“No! He would never!” Shiori countered, enraged at the very thought of it.
“It-It’s true, mother. All t-true.” Kurama gasped. Nashua snorted and embedded his claws deeper into Kurama’s side and Kurama cried out in sheer, agonizing pain. Quickly one hand came up to the kitsune’s face, and pinched shut his nose. Cruel lips sealed his mouth with a punishing kiss, cutting off his scream abruptly. Kurama’s eyes grew wide as his body struggled for air. Unable to inhale, his mind swam in panic. He tried to squirm, but was unable to break the hold that threatened to suffocate him. Black spots began to disrupt his vision.
His brother suddenly pulled away, allowing the semi-conscious red head to gasp in welcome air once more. Exhausted, shaking, and covered in his own blood, Kurama fought to gain enough oxygen into his screaming lungs to recover what small ability to move he still possessed.
A series of strikes to his face sent Kurama over the edge of unconsciousness before he could react. Unable to speak, his family watched in terror as he laid there motionless on the stone slab, his green eyes open, but dull and utterly lifeless.
“And there it is! The infamous Yoko Kurama in all his glory, laid out before you with nothing left to hide!” Nashua proclaimed proudly, displaying Kurama’s brutally beaten body to his family. “No matter how hard you scream... Or how long you cry, brother, no one will come to your rescue. Because no one cares about you... Just like you never cared about anyone but yourself...” Nashua’s voice became soft and tender as he spoke to Kurama, and he allowed a small smile to play over his lips. “You’ve always been lusted over, but you have never been loved. You hurt everyone that is close to you, but have never felt pain. Your human family is experiencing it now. Yet, justice has yet to be fully served. Seeing how you lived alone, you will die alone, since no one cares enough to save you.” Without another word, Nashua leaned over and kissed his brother’s forehead, then left the family to themselves.
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Hiei: Is it over?
Kaat: Yes, it’s over for the most part.
Hiei: Hey, when do I come in?
Kaat: Funny you should ask that., Hiei. Since you haven’t even been mentioned once so far, I’ve decided to dedicate this whole next chapter to you. It won’t be long, since I don’t like you nearly as much as I do Kurama, but you’ll be in all the rest of the chapters and that’s a promise.
Hiei: Hn.
Kurama: Well, that’s good to hear, at least things couldn’t get any worse if Hiei’s there. You’ll protect me, won’t you Hiei?
Hiei: Hell if I know. I’m not the one writing the fic.
Kaat: (ish confused) Oookay! Next chappie, like I said, is based entirely on Hiei for the most part. I don’t have any really sadistic ideas left at the moment, but if I happen to find something that fits, I’ll add it. But for now, bed is the only thing I’m thinking of. Night.
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