The Consequences of Power

Warning: This chapter contains rape.

Disclaimer: Hiei's not underage. By like, 500 years.

Ooooh Jebus! * hops up, trying to get away from the vat of boiling butter* criznap!
Writing this chapter has been something of a challenge. Twice: I got half-way through and someone came behind my back and closed word pad on me. Then I got the bright idea and emailed it to myself as I got it written up. And then once while working with n myn my email, Mozilla crashed. The world is out to get me.
Alright now--patience on the Kurama/Hiei pair. ^_^ I promise you won't be let down, but I'm not quite done torturing Hiei. (Hey, I figure it's his turn. Kurama's always the target of my woes)


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Life was getting better. Every day Kurama took Hiei to see something new, courting her in his best manner. She saw the zoo, the malls, the theater, and every fancy restaurant in town. In the evenings they tried new drinks at Evil's place, settling in with the strange crowd that frequented the house. Kurama found a new chocolate confection every day to present to Hiei. He would smile as he watched the delight in her eyes, and laugh at the chocolate mess she made in her hurry to eat it. Hiei was happy, and starting to make new friends despite the language barrier. Evil had started pulling up a program called babel fish on his computer, and made a deal with Hiei. He would learn one phrase in her language every day, if she would learn one in his. They usually picked out the phrases that would amuse them the most to hear the other struggle to say. Three weeks passed. But then came the day that Evil got a new roomate.

"Hiei, meet Andy," Evil said in halting Japanese, presenting the roomate. Hiei nodded her head amiably at him, taking in his scruffy appearance and shrugging. She knew after meeting Evil that appearanced meant nothing. Andy grinned at her. Something about that grin made her nervous. She soon put it behind her as Evil pulled out a new drink that was supposed to taste like sour apples. It came in small bottles that were roughly the size of a shot, and Hiei had had several by the time Evil passed around the nightly blunt. Kurama was sitting on the computer, playing with some program or another.

"Time for tonight's phrase!" Evil announced finally, passing her the joint. He thought about it for a while; then Andy suggested one.

"Fuck me," Hiei mimicked, looking to Kurama for the meaning. When he explained it, she snickered, hitting the blunt and passing it to Andy. She considered for a few moments what to make Evil say. She slowly sounded it out for him. He thought about it carefully before trying to pronounce it.

"Suck my dick, Andy," he repeated, looking to Kurama for translation. When Kurama replied, Evil and Andy started laughing loudly, practically falling over. Kurama shook his head with a laugh and turned to face the program he'd just started on the computer. Hiei grinned smugly, and had another drink. She was starting to feel wobbly. Andy got up and started asking her questions in English. She just nodded amiably, with no idea what he was saying. Her eyes went wide when he pulled his cock out. She laughed then, taking it as a joke. Kurama was facing the computer screen, his shoulders stiff. Evil was giggling. He poked his cock close to her lips and she pushed it away, still laughing at the joke. She nodded amiably when he asked another unintelligable question. He grabbed her hand and pulled her up. She blinked. Evil was looking at her strangely. Kurama was not looking at her. He started to pull her into the other room. She was giggling until he had her in the doorway, where she decided to hold on and end the game. He continued to pull her, his tugs growing harder.

"No, wait, this isn't funny anymore," she protested, looking at him. He started to pull her harder. She was beginning to grow alarmed.

"Kurama! Evil? Help, me, you guys! This isn't funny. Kurama?" she noticed that he was practically bristling. Evil didn't understand what she was saying, and was looking back and forth between her and Kurama. She held on to the door, panicking as her feet left the ground because the man was pulling so hard.

"Kurama? Help me, Kurama... Kurama..." she stared at him in disbelief as she was finally hauled by fry from the door. She started to struggle in earnest, trying to pull away from Andy. He was almost twice as big as her. He pulled her into his room, threw her on the futon, and shut the door. She started to get up, but her grabbed her and pulled her skirt down.

"Let go! Damnit, listen to me! Let go!" She tried to pull away as her panties went in the direction of her skirt. He pushed her legs apart, then grabbed her hands and held them down as he lowered his head to her pussy. Her body betrayed her as he ran his tongue along her slit, causing her hips to twitch and a low moan to escape from her lips. She wimpered and tried again to wriggle free, but it only caused him to shift so that he was sittting on her legs, still holding her wrists, and then plunge his tongue deeper. She bit her lips to let him have the satisfaction of anymore moans. When he suddenly sucked on her clit, an involuntary gasp came from her lips as her hips bucked. Tears of frustration built in her eyes. This wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to feel good. He wasn't supposed to be able to get these reactions without her consent. She was being too weak. That must be why Kurama wasn't helping her. He couldn't stand to see her in such a weak state. She struggled again and again, but was growing tired of trying. Her pussy was warming up quickly to his attentions. It was getting harder not to just give up and let him have his way. She bit her lip hard to keep cry crying, and to keep from moaning. When he suddenly moved up her body, she resumed her struggling. He pressed his throbbing cock into her wet hole, then leaned down to press it in. Which is where he made his mistake.

Hiei saw her chance and took it, snarling and opening her mouth as wide as she could, jerking foreward and sinking her teeth into his shoulder, not stopping until blood met her tongue, and Andy let out a shout. She pulled up her skirt and jumped up, making for the door. He quickly grabbed her and pulled her back to him. She spat hiood ood into his eyes and kneed him in the crotch, running out the door. She wiped her mouth and ran into Evil's room, ignoring his concerned look and confronting Kurama.

"I want to leave. Now," she said breathlessly, wondering why Kurama's eyes were fixed over her shoulder, never looking at her face. He turned and shrugged at Evil, grabbing his stuff and leg heg her out the door. She followed him, her eyes on Andy's door, which was shut. Kurama marched stiffly to the malibu. She finally had to ask.

"Are you mad at me," she queried incredulously. His hands gripped and ungripped his keys, he still refused to look at her.

"Yes," he said simply. Her eyes widened. She had gotten away. She had proved she wasn't too weak to handle it herself.

"Why? What'd I do wrong?" she asked, stomping her foot. She'd noticed Andy was peering through a crack in the curtain.

"Why? You ripped out my fucking heart and smashed it into the ground," he replied dully, unlocking his door and opening it.

"What? I told him no! I asked you for help! I didn't want him to do that!" she cried, her brain trying hard to understand what had happened to make him react like this.

"While you were laughing with him on the bed, licking his cock in front of me? Get in the car, we're leaving," he said, slipping in and slamming his door. She stared at him. She'd asked him for help. Andy had ripped her off the door right in front of him. He actually thought she'd wanted to? Tears came unbidden to her eyes and she ran from the car, down the street, ducking into a neighboring yard and cutting through so she couldn't be followed. Fuck him. Fuck him and his beautiful eyes. She ran through unfamilstrestreets until she had to stop, sitting at the side of the road and crying.

She hadn't noticed Andy slipping out the side door when she turned and ran from the house.


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Kurama strode restlessly through his house, holding a garbage can, picking up trash and throwing it into it as hard as he could. Whenever he found a beer bottle he threw it in, then fetched it back out, throwing it over and over until it shattered satisfyingly. He couldn't believe it. He just couldn't believe she'd do this to him. He'd been playing Neverwinter Nights on Evil's computer, and looked over to find Andy looming over Hiei. She'd been giggling and blushing. He'd frowned and turned the headphones up on the game, staring at the monitor, telling himself it was nothingt evt even worth taking off his headphones. Just a conversation. When he couldn't stand it anymore, he'd turned back around, and saw Andy's cock out of his pants, touching Hiei's lips. She was still giggling up at him and nodding. His heart had stopped cold. He'd turned back around and started jabbing on the keys angrilly. When he'd finished killing everything on the board he'd noted they were both gone. After that his character had certainly killed alot of monsters. When he turned down the sound on the game, he heard her moaning and him shout. They were certainly having fun. He'd turned red, feeling betrayed. When she'd run off, he'd figured she hadn't thought he'd noticed. He'd hardly heard anything she said. He figured she'd find her way back to Evil's later, back to Andy.

He threw a bottle that wouldn't break across the room, sinking to the floor as it exploded on the wall. How could she do this to him? His celle rae rang, that annoyingly dark tune he'd set for Evil as a joke. He ignored it. Then it started to ring again, and he frowned. It must be important. He snatched up the phone and flopped on his bed, laying down before he answered.

"This had better be good," he said, not waiting to confirm that it was Evil.

"Good wouldn't be the word for it. After you guys walked out, Andy sat staring out the window at you. He was on the phone. Told somebody all about how he'd just almost popped the cherry of some little chinese bitch. Said she'd fought harder than any girl had ever done. Kicked him in the jewels. Said the guys that was with her completely ignored her screaming for help, cause she doesn't speak english. Then said that she'd just run off, and he was going to go get her and bring her over to show," Evil paused, waiting for Shuiichi to respond in some manner. He'd suspected that something was wrong, but couldn't understand a thing Hiei had been shouting. He'd figured that Shuiichi would have reacted if something was wrong. He hadn't realized until Hiei returned and Shuiichi had pulled off the headphones that it was possible he'd never heard her scr Th The thought that Hiei had been hurt, right under his nose, in his own house, made his blood run cold. But not nearly as cold as Kurama's blood ran upon hearing the news. He'd ignored Hiei's pleas for help? Kurama's free hand clenched into a fist as a demonic fury overcame him.

"Now does this information piss you off as much as it pisses me off?" Evil asked, prompting a response. Kurama's fist slammed into the wall, putting an impressive hole in it. Evil heard the crash and knew his answer. Kurama already had hose ose whip out and folded into loops around his hand so that Evil wouldn't have to see him pull the seed out of his hair.

"Meet me at my house then, and put that V8 engine to work. I've got this bastard's friend on caller ID. I'm looking up his address now," Evil hung up, turning to appraise his wall of ornamental weaponry. He grinned a tight malicious grin. Of course, none of the weapons on the Wall of Evil were ever strictly ornamental.