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Indomitable	By : Ainohimitsu Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1399 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don’t own Yu Yu Hakusho, so there’s no way I’m gaining money from writing this fic.

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Dis/claimer:
I don’t own Yu Yu Hakusho,
so there’s no way I’m gaining money from writing this fic.
However, Francesca and any other OCs I create to carry my plot along
will be claimed just as I will also do so for any poetry, songs, or artwork I
create for the fic.

Summary: Yusuke can’t seem to help himself when it comes to Hiei. Hiei doesn’t want what
little Yusuke can give to slip through his fingers. Koenma’s
not going to just let his mate go either. And, on top of all this, a new threat
out for vengeance arises to rip the Reikai prince and
his world further apart.

Warning(s): Yaoi. Yuri. Lemon
& Lime. Love triangle. Angst, Torture, &
Blood. Twists. Anime
Continuation. Fic is set 400 years after the
end of the show with no humans in the group alive. Koenma/Yusuke,
Hiei/Yusuke, Botan/Yukina are some of the pairings I can think of off the top
of my head. Other warnings will be listed as they appear.

Rating: Mature to NC17.

Author’s Notes: Sorry about the long notes. They won’t always be that
way. Anyway, Francesca is the villain in this fic.
This fic was inspired by a Koenma/Yusuke
Hiei/Yusuke youtube video;
I’ll post the link in my bio. Also inspired by the amazing Koenma/Yusuke
authors: Chrissy Sky/Terra Tenshi
and Sanjuno Shori; I’ll
also links their fics in my bio. LJ
comm. prompts that helped me write the prologue were 30-kisses [Koenma/Yusuke] #24 good night, [Hiei/Yusuke]
30-caresses #14 scarlet; colour, and [Hiei/Yusuke] sacred-20 #14 Atonement Table 4. My
challenge tables link will also be listed in my bio,
so you can follow my progress. Well, that’s all I can think of for now. Please,
enjoy the fic & let me know what ya think. If it sucks, I want to make it better. Also, if
you can guess who Kurama ends up with in the sequel Nightshade
Prince, I’ll write you something (and if you say, Francesca, I’m going to
hurt you). Ja ne.

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Prologue

at 1,060 words
By
Ainohimitsu (aino-himitsu
at Live Journal)

Written on 5.19.2009

Don't let me go

‘cause I can't be without you.

Just stay with me

and hold me close

because I've built my world around you.

And I don't wanna know what it’s like without you

so stay with me.
-Danity Kane,“Stay
With Me”-

These past four hundred years have been too long for you to enjoy yourself.
Soon you will suffer, little death god. I’ve waited so long…but soon vengeance
will be mine! Francesca thought, a lightly tanned,
slender hand reaching out from beneath her black cloak.
Using the other hand at her side,
she removed the hood, to reveal raven hair bound in a thick braid pinned to the
crown of her head. Francesca’s skin was dull, olive brown in the dimness of the
bedroom around her. Her face possessed sharp features,
her grey eyes deeply slanted upward, her ears elfin and tapered to points. Her
high, regal cheek bones belied a woman of elevated rank, the delicate, inward
arch of her small nose accentuating that ancient illusion. The angular shape of
her chin culminated the extreme sharpness of Francesca’s face, the column of
her neck contrasting with something feminine and deceptively fragile.
She let the hand that was extended
horizontally from her body linger in the dreary moonlight spilling through the
window at her right, a sick gleam starting to dance in her icy eyes at how the
silver light bounced off her long fingernails. As she rolled her fingertips in
the faded light, she couldn’t help but note how the movement of the
dagger-sharp nails—painted rusty scarlet—caressed along the image of the Reikai prince’s exposed cheek and throat barely two meters
away, sleeping in his bed, his mate curled against his chest and beneath his
arm. The left corner of her red lips, which were almost a rough triangle in
shape, tipped upward in a half-sneer.
Your blood will flow for me very soon, Koenma. And all with
the help of your adulterous mate! I can’t wait to see the look of betrayal, the
look of agony that flashes through your golden eyes when you find out the
truth. How your heart will bleed, watashi no Shiko [1], like mine bled away with the child
all those centuries ago. For a second, a brief flicker of sadness
registered in Francesca’s eyes at that last thought, her eyes even edging on a
dark, ocean blue, the beginnings of a slight softness
even marring her face.
Although not touching him, she
stepped as close as she would dare to Koenma’s
bedside without him waking and sensing her energy behind the concealment
talisman of her cloak. Her hood being down weakened the protection a little
bit. The flickering sadness and the strange effects it gave her face were once
more replaced with malicious resolve as Francesca looked down upon the
slumbering Prince of Reikai.
The sable of his hair angled
haphazard strands across his closed, slightly slanted eyes, the ‘Jr.’ mark on
his forehead, and his cheek. Where her slightly darker skin did not, his pale
skin shone in the moonlight from the window, glowing with the eerie life-force
of godhead—something she once wielded proudly over earth and fertility. Despite
the bit of sharpness in his face, there was still a warmth and softness that
only being in love could form across one’s features, but reality would harden
the little death god soon enough…
She caught the light splashing
patches of shadow in the ridges and on the planes of his lean-muscled chest,
even splaying random patterns across the length of the long, slender arm thrown
above his head, his face turned in the crook of that arm’s elbow.
His subconscious probably told him
which direction the light was coming from, so that his sleeping body could
bathe in it—from what she remembered, Koenma could be
narcissistic like that, thinking the worlds were admiring his beauty even while
he slept. It had been true of herthen, but now
her eyes bore into his form with cold hatred, not that sickening shine of
unadulterated love and unquestionable devotion which had tainted her once sky
blue eyes.
Francesca had moved her gaze to Koenma’s waist, where burgundy covers bunched to hide what
lay beneath. With another sneer, her eyes followed a path along the covers to
where the other prince slept partially hidden against Koenma’s
side. She could only make out the shock of his unruly, black hair and heavily
tanned skin. She couldn’t really see the prince’s face, but she saw the darker
skin exposing his neck and some of his cheek, nose, and chin. She could also
see his shoulder, teasing with a sensuous, round curve of skin from beneath the
burgundy covers.
Koenma’s little whore.
His little prince. His mate. His half-breed demon king. His retired pet
project. Koenma’s very own Yusuke Urameshi. How
very fortunate that I have the boy to help me exact
vengeance! She thought as the half sneer on
her face upturned into a full blown one, her features twisting into something
extremely ugly for a second.
Francesca used both of the hands at
her sides to put her hood back in place. She only had to wait until Yusuke
fucked up and got caught by his mate. That would be when she stepped in,
disguised, to offer a broken hearted Koenma an
irresistible solution to his problems. A solution that would end “well” enough
for everyone involved.
Keep rutting with the fire demon,
Yusuke. Your inability to let the forbidden lie will be your undoing and my gain. I’ve waited a long time for you to fuck up, but
I know you’re reaching your limit. You’re drowning in your lies, and you can’t
take it anymore. Her thoughts held no sympathy for the half-demon, just
eagerness at the agony his betrayal would cause the death god.
“Hiei…”
She raised an eyebrow when the fire demon’s name fell in a whisper from
Yusuke’s lips, his warm breath kissing Koenma’s
nipple and inciting a quiet groan from the Reikai
Prince.
She tilted her head to the side when
Koenma turned away from the moonlight in his sleep to
scoop the half-demon’s warmth closer to his body in his arms.
With a menacing smile, she
disappeared from the bedroom, leaving the death god to enjoy being with the
half-demon…while he still could.

[1] Watashi
no Shiko means ‘my little death.’ The suffix –ko at the end of Japanese names is
usually given to girls, but it seemed to fit here so I used it. Don’t worry; I
won’t be using Japanese all the time.

To be continued…
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