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The Caged Kitsune, Broken Promises
Author’s Note
First … I know I gave you guys a preview of the next chapter but, sadly, this is not the chapter mentioned. Umm… that should be in chapter 8 or 9, depends on the situation of the story. As for now we’re still traveling back and fort of the past and present. So please a little patience. And I think I’d really make this one shonen-ai…
The Redheaded Assassin
Chapter7: The Caged Kitsune, Broken Promises
Hidden from the scrutinizing eyes of the public and curious minds of the gossipers, in the farthest, abandoned tower of the majestic castle of Gandarra… Lord Yomi’s most precious possession (according to the lord himself) was kept. There, alone in the high, dark tower was the beautiful, famous thief of all time Youko Kurama in his human form. His long crimson hair that use to be so shiny and soft as silk were all tangled and unkempt, long and fanned out in the floor like pools of blood, bruises and cuts ornate the lean, fragile yet still undoubtedly desirable, naked body, the pale skin seems to glow under the moonlight, his eyes, those brilliant, emerald orbs that reflects life and wisdom, now dull and tired and yet seems to sparkle with never ceasing hope while starring at the ethereal lone moon above through the round opening that serves as his only window to the outside world and those luscious, sinfully tempting lips were swollen with dried blood at the left corner. The poor creature, alone in the dark, single-windowed, round-walled room that serves as his cage, chained and warded so that he cannot call upon his much stronger form.
“Four blue moons had passed… in this dark, cursed place without the sun, the forest and the freedom…” the lone redhead chuckle at himself.
“I never knew I could go on for that long, caged and alone and in this weak human body” the pitiful lad cough disturbingly spilling blood in his palm as he covers his mouth.
“… Wait for me… please just wait a little more for me… I’ll surely come back for you… I promise didn’t I?” the redhead managed to utter in between rugged breathing.
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Flashback
Heavy breathing, soft pants and the sound of slamming bodies echoed in the dark room… the tall, six-eared lord continue his violent assault to the weak, almost unconscious redhead. Pulling the poor creature close by harshly yanking his long crimson hair the violent, lust-driven lord thrust deeper causing the inside of the poor redhead to bleed which drive the lord even mad with lust… he thrust deeper and harder again and again, his sharp, long nails were buried deeply in the either sides of the redhead’s hips reopening the still fresh wounds causing it to bleed and bruised (again) until at last after few more thrust, he call upon his captive’s name as he screamed his release.
“My beauty…” still catching his breath, Yomi caress Kurama’s bruised cheeks, planting kisses in the delicate neck upward.
“I will never get enough of you… but you seem exhausted so…” he violently pulled himself out causing the one under him jolt at the sudden pain.
“…I’ll leave you, for now…” the six-eared smirk, satisfied at the redhead’s reaction.
He reluctantly dressed himself while never taking his eyes off the redhead youko-turned-human that never fails to excite his whole being (in either form). At last, the fallen beauty was in his hand and he was able to do to him anything he desire at any given time he want and yet he was still so far away… the star he’s been dreaming of was still so far out of reach.
“Kurama... you could be in better situation… you know that I never wanted to do this to you… to cage you or chained you like this…” he sat at the bedside and softly caressed Kurama’s face.
“Why you did so then… ” vibrant angry verdant eyes glared at him accusingly.
“It’s your own fault that I’ve reach to this extent… I fear that, no I knew that you will somehow find a way to run from me… that I will never allow… coz you are mine… and mine alone…” was the answer the redhead received from the blind lord as the said lord lean down to kiss his swollen lips yet again before turning back and jumping out of the round window, the only entrance and exit of the tower.
End of flashback
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“Hiei…” a single tear flow freely to the pale, bruised cheeks as he drifted to another disturbing dream.
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“No… please don’t…” it’s a waste to plead but he that’s the only thing he can do. He can’t fight back… his energy were almost drained, he’s warded and worse chained. His youko spirit were restless, screaming to be freed but to no avail.
“Continue…” the six-eared lord signaled the doctor.
“Master it is not yet his due… the child might…”
“Worthless dimwitted demon… are you questioning your lord?”
“N-no, no of course not my lady, b-but…” the poor doctor tremble in fear.
“Then shut up and do what you were told BAKA!” the half-metal woman bark.
Kurama felt his stomach being cut opened and he felt all his remaining energy and hope left his body replaced by extreme tremor and fear. Tears flowing like river in both his cheeks both in pain and despair as he saw how his precious treasure, being rob from the safe confinement of his womb and he can do nothing but plead and plead in vain…
“No… please don’t… don’t do this…”
“I’m so sorry master Kurama…”
While his doctor attended his wound his assistant carefully cleaned and wraps the precious new-life in white linen fabric and handed it to the father… er… mother.
Kurama smiled though still in numbing pain as he saw the still developing eyes of his precious child snapped open as he touch the soft, delicate, rosy cheeks.
“My beautiful Kaoru… she got her father’s eyes… look…” tears welled his eyes once again as he remember his mate.
“… doctor, she’s cold...”
“She needed to be put in an incubator… she’s not supposed to - ” the poor doctor wasn’t able to finish his word. A strong metallic hand pushed through his stomach. He stumbled in the bed right above Karama, bleeding to death.
Kurama gasp and as much as he wanted to wrap his arms protectively around his child, he’s so exhausted to do so. Yomi grabs the poor little kit effortlessly from Kurama’s side and saw, in his great fear, the expression in the face of the blind six-eared lord… full of wickedness as so the half-robot woman in his left, wickedness and disgust and more he’s afraid to analyze.
“NO…” he’s so weak his voice was merely a whisper. He felt dizzy and was alarmed as darkness starts to overwhelm him. And yet he refuses to close his eyes…
“… Spare my child Yomi… please…” he managed to utter through hoarse voice.
“You don’t need it… and I don’t need another heir, how about you, lady Mukuro?” Yomi turned to face the lady in question.
“Heh! Never in my life will I be wanting a whore’s child much less Youko Kurama’s child… I will sire of my own if I want one… with my heir as the father of course”
“Very well, it is decided then… since you won’t be able to be around to take care of this unwanted child… she should be eliminated… she will die after all without someone to take care of her…ne?”
“No! … please YOmi… please spare my child… I will do anything you want just spare my Kaoru…”
“Kaoru… beautiful name… but she still will eventually die won’t she?… I’m just making it faster and easier with the both of you… besides you will still do what I wanted you to do so… with or without this little trash…” an evil grin adore the calm flawless face of the demon lord.
Kurama watched in horror as Yomi squashed little Kaoru’s head until fresh blood stained the white linen fabric and droplets of red fell in the tiled floor. He saw his little child’s face become distort and little voice cried in pain as the developing eyes popped out, blood rushed from the small nose, mouth and ears… he heard the soft developing skull cracking and the encephalon coming out of the squashing little head, like mashed potato.
“NOOOO!!!!” and there were silence and darkness as consciousness and sanity left him.
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“NOOOO!!!!”
Kurama had a year of nervous breakdown. Yes, he almost had gone crazy. Every night was a torture for he saw his child’s death again and again, replaying the exact scene like it just happened yesterday until he refuses to sleep and they have to inject him heavy tranquilizer and undergone come medication to keep him on track. Slowly he managed to be back in his senses and while going through this Yomi never stopped trying to brainwash him.
“They leave you alone…” he recites to him every session of his medication.
“They don’t care about you… they didn’t even bother to find you…” he chants every night.
“You’re left alone… I’m the only one who truly cared… not even your mate bother to investigate the truth… they left you… but you still have me…” he repeats like a never ending incantation.
But he never believes it… he won’t believe it… he will not believe it…
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“NOOOO!!!!”
“At last… my beauty is finally awake… another bad dream?” smirk is visible in the hateful face even in the darkness of the room.
“Yomi…”
“Get up and eat… you have not yet eaten since yesterday… you may not care about your body but I do… I won’t allow anything bad happens to that precious, tempting body of yours” Yomi practically licked his upper lips at the naked feast right under his nose.
“Why do you still care…” Kurama grunted.
“I always care… you know that…” Yomi softly caress the healing bruised cheeks.
“You know that I won’t believe you” was the low and cold reply he got.
Instead of answering, Yomi comb the long red tresses that haven’t touch by a scissor for almost four hundred years grew so long that it touches the ground.
“You want this chain out…” his hand went to the metal around the kitsune’s wrist and smiled evilly as he sense the tension of the redhead.
“Give yourself willingly to me, just this once and I’ll get you rid of this… deal?”
After a few moments of silent he received the favorable reply he’s been waiting for.
“Deal”
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Sitting in a high branch of an old tree in the middle of the forest not so far from the castle of Alaric, a solitary lad in black cloak, apparently enjoying his solitude, until disturbed by a certain orange-haired half-metal woman, much to his dismay…
“Until when are you going to mourn over that treacherous whore youko? You’re making a fool of yourself Hiei…”
“You maybe my boss, Mukuro but you are not in the position to tell me what I should do in my life…”
“Until when are you gonna wait for him? You have waited for almost four hundred years… FOUR FUCKING HUNDRED YEARS! DAMNIT!”
“He.Is. My. Mate”
“Not officially…fortunately enough you two haven’t done the demon marking ceremony…”
“Regardless, I considered him one…”
“Which obviously a wrong decision”
Hiei jump off the tree, landing gracefully in front of his lady-boss. Wearing that stern and indifferent look he replied.
“I don’t need your damn opinion woman… leave me alone” he turned back and walked away but a sudden push on his back made him kiss the forest floor.
“What the - ” before he could react, he felt a weight over his stomach. Mukuro, straddling him back to the ground leaning down, placing her hand on both sides of Hiei’s head for support as she capture the thin lips of the shocked half-koorime.
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In the middle of the vast, dark forest not so far from the castle of Alaric, hidden by the shadows of the thick leaves of trees and shrubs, a figure with long, red hair almost touching the forest floor with nothing but white, dirty blanket covered with blood and mud struggle to remain conscious as he walked towards the direction of that tarantula-like moving fortress ahead.
“Heh… foolish goat! He knew very well that I can find a way to escape if he’s not careful enough…” Kurama chuckle.
“I will plot my sweetest revenge… but for now I have to you first… I’m coming… Hiei…”
“Please remember your promise… I do remember mine…”
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In the middle of the vast, dark forest not so far from the castle of Alaric, under the branch of an old tree, two figures dance the ancient dance of love and lust.
The petite man, with spiky-midnight colored hair rocking above the half-metal yet beautifully curve body of his superior… the quietness of the forest were disturbed by their simultaneous pants and heavy breathing with occasional moan and uttering of each other’s name.
The rhythm becomes faster as the dancers reaching their peak… and the dance nearing to end until finally with cries from both parties, the dance come to stop, leaving the dancers panting and exhausted and exposed under the soft light of the moons above… silence once again filled the forest.
After a few moments, both stand to their feet, dress and leave the solemnity of the vast green without the slightest knowledge of their audience. Hidden in the shadow, a shaken redhead, body full of bruised and cuts… covered with blood and mud and dirty white-shredded blanket… verdant eyes were almost dark with shock, rage, anguish, revulsion and betrayal of what he just witness.
Kurama felt his last grain of strength and hope slipped away… he collapsed in his knees to the soft ground as the last of his tears slide down his cheeks.
“Yes… this will be the last tears I’ll cry for you… Hiei… for your promise had been broken..”
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That’s it for now… I’m running out of words and the ideas keep rambling in my mind…
Ja!
First … I know I gave you guys a preview of the next chapter but, sadly, this is not the chapter mentioned. Umm… that should be in chapter 8 or 9, depends on the situation of the story. As for now we’re still traveling back and fort of the past and present. So please a little patience. And I think I’d really make this one shonen-ai…
The Redheaded Assassin
Chapter7: The Caged Kitsune, Broken Promises
Hidden from the scrutinizing eyes of the public and curious minds of the gossipers, in the farthest, abandoned tower of the majestic castle of Gandarra… Lord Yomi’s most precious possession (according to the lord himself) was kept. There, alone in the high, dark tower was the beautiful, famous thief of all time Youko Kurama in his human form. His long crimson hair that use to be so shiny and soft as silk were all tangled and unkempt, long and fanned out in the floor like pools of blood, bruises and cuts ornate the lean, fragile yet still undoubtedly desirable, naked body, the pale skin seems to glow under the moonlight, his eyes, those brilliant, emerald orbs that reflects life and wisdom, now dull and tired and yet seems to sparkle with never ceasing hope while starring at the ethereal lone moon above through the round opening that serves as his only window to the outside world and those luscious, sinfully tempting lips were swollen with dried blood at the left corner. The poor creature, alone in the dark, single-windowed, round-walled room that serves as his cage, chained and warded so that he cannot call upon his much stronger form.
“Four blue moons had passed… in this dark, cursed place without the sun, the forest and the freedom…” the lone redhead chuckle at himself.
“I never knew I could go on for that long, caged and alone and in this weak human body” the pitiful lad cough disturbingly spilling blood in his palm as he covers his mouth.
“… Wait for me… please just wait a little more for me… I’ll surely come back for you… I promise didn’t I?” the redhead managed to utter in between rugged breathing.
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Flashback
Heavy breathing, soft pants and the sound of slamming bodies echoed in the dark room… the tall, six-eared lord continue his violent assault to the weak, almost unconscious redhead. Pulling the poor creature close by harshly yanking his long crimson hair the violent, lust-driven lord thrust deeper causing the inside of the poor redhead to bleed which drive the lord even mad with lust… he thrust deeper and harder again and again, his sharp, long nails were buried deeply in the either sides of the redhead’s hips reopening the still fresh wounds causing it to bleed and bruised (again) until at last after few more thrust, he call upon his captive’s name as he screamed his release.
“My beauty…” still catching his breath, Yomi caress Kurama’s bruised cheeks, planting kisses in the delicate neck upward.
“I will never get enough of you… but you seem exhausted so…” he violently pulled himself out causing the one under him jolt at the sudden pain.
“…I’ll leave you, for now…” the six-eared smirk, satisfied at the redhead’s reaction.
He reluctantly dressed himself while never taking his eyes off the redhead youko-turned-human that never fails to excite his whole being (in either form). At last, the fallen beauty was in his hand and he was able to do to him anything he desire at any given time he want and yet he was still so far away… the star he’s been dreaming of was still so far out of reach.
“Kurama... you could be in better situation… you know that I never wanted to do this to you… to cage you or chained you like this…” he sat at the bedside and softly caressed Kurama’s face.
“Why you did so then… ” vibrant angry verdant eyes glared at him accusingly.
“It’s your own fault that I’ve reach to this extent… I fear that, no I knew that you will somehow find a way to run from me… that I will never allow… coz you are mine… and mine alone…” was the answer the redhead received from the blind lord as the said lord lean down to kiss his swollen lips yet again before turning back and jumping out of the round window, the only entrance and exit of the tower.
End of flashback
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“Hiei…” a single tear flow freely to the pale, bruised cheeks as he drifted to another disturbing dream.
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“No… please don’t…” it’s a waste to plead but he that’s the only thing he can do. He can’t fight back… his energy were almost drained, he’s warded and worse chained. His youko spirit were restless, screaming to be freed but to no avail.
“Continue…” the six-eared lord signaled the doctor.
“Master it is not yet his due… the child might…”
“Worthless dimwitted demon… are you questioning your lord?”
“N-no, no of course not my lady, b-but…” the poor doctor tremble in fear.
“Then shut up and do what you were told BAKA!” the half-metal woman bark.
Kurama felt his stomach being cut opened and he felt all his remaining energy and hope left his body replaced by extreme tremor and fear. Tears flowing like river in both his cheeks both in pain and despair as he saw how his precious treasure, being rob from the safe confinement of his womb and he can do nothing but plead and plead in vain…
“No… please don’t… don’t do this…”
“I’m so sorry master Kurama…”
While his doctor attended his wound his assistant carefully cleaned and wraps the precious new-life in white linen fabric and handed it to the father… er… mother.
Kurama smiled though still in numbing pain as he saw the still developing eyes of his precious child snapped open as he touch the soft, delicate, rosy cheeks.
“My beautiful Kaoru… she got her father’s eyes… look…” tears welled his eyes once again as he remember his mate.
“… doctor, she’s cold...”
“She needed to be put in an incubator… she’s not supposed to - ” the poor doctor wasn’t able to finish his word. A strong metallic hand pushed through his stomach. He stumbled in the bed right above Karama, bleeding to death.
Kurama gasp and as much as he wanted to wrap his arms protectively around his child, he’s so exhausted to do so. Yomi grabs the poor little kit effortlessly from Kurama’s side and saw, in his great fear, the expression in the face of the blind six-eared lord… full of wickedness as so the half-robot woman in his left, wickedness and disgust and more he’s afraid to analyze.
“NO…” he’s so weak his voice was merely a whisper. He felt dizzy and was alarmed as darkness starts to overwhelm him. And yet he refuses to close his eyes…
“… Spare my child Yomi… please…” he managed to utter through hoarse voice.
“You don’t need it… and I don’t need another heir, how about you, lady Mukuro?” Yomi turned to face the lady in question.
“Heh! Never in my life will I be wanting a whore’s child much less Youko Kurama’s child… I will sire of my own if I want one… with my heir as the father of course”
“Very well, it is decided then… since you won’t be able to be around to take care of this unwanted child… she should be eliminated… she will die after all without someone to take care of her…ne?”
“No! … please YOmi… please spare my child… I will do anything you want just spare my Kaoru…”
“Kaoru… beautiful name… but she still will eventually die won’t she?… I’m just making it faster and easier with the both of you… besides you will still do what I wanted you to do so… with or without this little trash…” an evil grin adore the calm flawless face of the demon lord.
Kurama watched in horror as Yomi squashed little Kaoru’s head until fresh blood stained the white linen fabric and droplets of red fell in the tiled floor. He saw his little child’s face become distort and little voice cried in pain as the developing eyes popped out, blood rushed from the small nose, mouth and ears… he heard the soft developing skull cracking and the encephalon coming out of the squashing little head, like mashed potato.
“NOOOO!!!!” and there were silence and darkness as consciousness and sanity left him.
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“NOOOO!!!!”
Kurama had a year of nervous breakdown. Yes, he almost had gone crazy. Every night was a torture for he saw his child’s death again and again, replaying the exact scene like it just happened yesterday until he refuses to sleep and they have to inject him heavy tranquilizer and undergone come medication to keep him on track. Slowly he managed to be back in his senses and while going through this Yomi never stopped trying to brainwash him.
“They leave you alone…” he recites to him every session of his medication.
“They don’t care about you… they didn’t even bother to find you…” he chants every night.
“You’re left alone… I’m the only one who truly cared… not even your mate bother to investigate the truth… they left you… but you still have me…” he repeats like a never ending incantation.
But he never believes it… he won’t believe it… he will not believe it…
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“NOOOO!!!!”
“At last… my beauty is finally awake… another bad dream?” smirk is visible in the hateful face even in the darkness of the room.
“Yomi…”
“Get up and eat… you have not yet eaten since yesterday… you may not care about your body but I do… I won’t allow anything bad happens to that precious, tempting body of yours” Yomi practically licked his upper lips at the naked feast right under his nose.
“Why do you still care…” Kurama grunted.
“I always care… you know that…” Yomi softly caress the healing bruised cheeks.
“You know that I won’t believe you” was the low and cold reply he got.
Instead of answering, Yomi comb the long red tresses that haven’t touch by a scissor for almost four hundred years grew so long that it touches the ground.
“You want this chain out…” his hand went to the metal around the kitsune’s wrist and smiled evilly as he sense the tension of the redhead.
“Give yourself willingly to me, just this once and I’ll get you rid of this… deal?”
After a few moments of silent he received the favorable reply he’s been waiting for.
“Deal”
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Sitting in a high branch of an old tree in the middle of the forest not so far from the castle of Alaric, a solitary lad in black cloak, apparently enjoying his solitude, until disturbed by a certain orange-haired half-metal woman, much to his dismay…
“Until when are you going to mourn over that treacherous whore youko? You’re making a fool of yourself Hiei…”
“You maybe my boss, Mukuro but you are not in the position to tell me what I should do in my life…”
“Until when are you gonna wait for him? You have waited for almost four hundred years… FOUR FUCKING HUNDRED YEARS! DAMNIT!”
“He.Is. My. Mate”
“Not officially…fortunately enough you two haven’t done the demon marking ceremony…”
“Regardless, I considered him one…”
“Which obviously a wrong decision”
Hiei jump off the tree, landing gracefully in front of his lady-boss. Wearing that stern and indifferent look he replied.
“I don’t need your damn opinion woman… leave me alone” he turned back and walked away but a sudden push on his back made him kiss the forest floor.
“What the - ” before he could react, he felt a weight over his stomach. Mukuro, straddling him back to the ground leaning down, placing her hand on both sides of Hiei’s head for support as she capture the thin lips of the shocked half-koorime.
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In the middle of the vast, dark forest not so far from the castle of Alaric, hidden by the shadows of the thick leaves of trees and shrubs, a figure with long, red hair almost touching the forest floor with nothing but white, dirty blanket covered with blood and mud struggle to remain conscious as he walked towards the direction of that tarantula-like moving fortress ahead.
“Heh… foolish goat! He knew very well that I can find a way to escape if he’s not careful enough…” Kurama chuckle.
“I will plot my sweetest revenge… but for now I have to you first… I’m coming… Hiei…”
“Please remember your promise… I do remember mine…”
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In the middle of the vast, dark forest not so far from the castle of Alaric, under the branch of an old tree, two figures dance the ancient dance of love and lust.
The petite man, with spiky-midnight colored hair rocking above the half-metal yet beautifully curve body of his superior… the quietness of the forest were disturbed by their simultaneous pants and heavy breathing with occasional moan and uttering of each other’s name.
The rhythm becomes faster as the dancers reaching their peak… and the dance nearing to end until finally with cries from both parties, the dance come to stop, leaving the dancers panting and exhausted and exposed under the soft light of the moons above… silence once again filled the forest.
After a few moments, both stand to their feet, dress and leave the solemnity of the vast green without the slightest knowledge of their audience. Hidden in the shadow, a shaken redhead, body full of bruised and cuts… covered with blood and mud and dirty white-shredded blanket… verdant eyes were almost dark with shock, rage, anguish, revulsion and betrayal of what he just witness.
Kurama felt his last grain of strength and hope slipped away… he collapsed in his knees to the soft ground as the last of his tears slide down his cheeks.
“Yes… this will be the last tears I’ll cry for you… Hiei… for your promise had been broken..”
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That’s it for now… I’m running out of words and the ideas keep rambling in my mind…
Ja!