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The Worthless Humans	By : Oreana Category: Yuyu Hakusho > General Views: 9953 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Nari rolled over to her side as her senses began
to fade
from her loss of blood. Yomi was thrusting into her body causing her
body to
rub harshly against the wooden floor. She could feel his member rocking
inside
of her body but that feel was starting to fade itself. “If you close
your eyes,
it will be over for you,” Yomi’s breathed eerily in her ear.
Hearing his voice made her flinch and her body
muscles
contract briefly. I am only human…I can
only handle so much…Nari couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer as
they
slowly shut.

---

Nari felt once her eyes shut that that would be
the end of
her. But, over time, she could feel her fingers move slightly and could
feel
the rest of her body once again. In a way, she was disappointed—yet
relieved to
know that she would be able to stay alive and take care of Okuro. She
couldn’t
move too much though-as soon as she tried, her neck began to hurt from
where
Yomi took a bite out of her. “Ouch…”

Okuro crawled towards his mother’s sight putting
his little
hands down on her chest so he could look into her eyes. “Mamma…?”

Nari’s green eyes met with Okuro’s as she tried
her best to
put on a smile. “Hay, son…” Pausing for a minute, Nari looked around
the room
wondering whose room she was in. “Okuro, who brought me here?” Okuro
didn’t
exactly know what his mother was asking or even how to ask since he was
only
one year old. He was just learning to speak. Nari sighed heavily as she
realized what she had just asked her one year old son. Taking her hand,
she
scratched the top of his head wearily watching as his fluffy black tail
did
it’s best to wag. Nari laughed softly watching his tail wagging attempt.

The door to the room soon opened and Nari’s body
tensed up
when she saw it was Yoko Kurama who brought her into his bedroom. “I
see you’re
conscious,” He remarked, with food in his hands. “Here, eat this. Yomi
tore
into your neck causing you to almost lose your neck. I’d be careful if
I were
you,” Yoko remarked as he put the tray down on the bed going to sit in
his
chair, “Your nine lives are just about up.”

“M-Master Yoko Kurama…?”

Yoko sat down in his chair, crossing his legs as
he relaxed,
“What, runt?”

“I can’t…I can’t eat this without help…master…,”
Nari
managed to reply as she stayed there on his bed.

“Guess you’ll just have to starve then,” Yoko
answered
shrugging his shoulders briefly.

Nari’s stomach was growling as she felt she may
break down
from not having any food in her stomach. But what about her son? Didn’t
he want
to eat? Looking at Okuro Nari continued to pet him gently as she
messaged his
ears a bit to help relax him. “Okuro? Do you want that food? Do you
want food?”
Nari pointed wearily to the tray that was on the bed. “Go on-eat the
food.”

Okuro looked at the tray she was pointing at for
awhile
before going over there to try and eat whatever was on there. Yoko
Kurama
watched the little mix from where he sat his tail flicker irritably
from side
to side. “You are willing to starve for the sake of your baby…hmmm…how
interesting.”

“I love my baby,” Nari whispered to the fox demon
as she
laid there exhausted from Yomi’s brutal attack, “I would do anything
for him…”

“And you do it all for a mix breed?”

“Mix breed or purebred,” Nari began rather
offensively, “Okuro
is my son...and whether you like it or not, he’s your son too, Master!”

Yoko Kurama’s ears flattened angrily against his
head as he
heard these words escape from her mouth. Nari flinched in pain as Yoko
Kurama
scratched her across the face, causing a few long lines of bleeding
marks
across her face. “You better watch yourself, bitch! Or I will throw you
outside
to where Yomi can kill you out of pure enjoyment!” Hearing Yoko
Kurama’s tone
of voice and seeing his mother being attacked caused Okuro to start
crying. “That
little mutt isn’t mine and you have no proof of that! As far as I am
concerned,
he came from your stomach and he is your problem. Nobody else’s!” Nari
tried to
force herself not to cry this time. She was fed up…if she died then so
be it. But
she was sick of feeling like a dog towards the demons. Yoko Kurama
merely
huffed at her attitude, “Starting to become a pain in the ass, eh?
We’ll see
how long that will last.”

Nari watched as the demon left the room as she
looked over
at her crying son. “Come here, Okuro—come here…” Okuro crawled closer
to his
mother as he lay close to her chest sniffling. Taking her nails, she
began to
gently stroke his head again to attempt to calm him down getting him
behind his
small fox ears. “I’m sorry that you have to suffer with me…if it was
just
myself, I could survive with that but not when you are involved…” Okuro
wasn’t
really paying any attention to his mother as his lips parted slightly
and his
eyes were closing contently to her scratching just like a dog would to
its
owner.

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It took a few months for Nari to be able to move
again no
thanks to Yomi’s brutal assault on her neck. But come that winter she
was able
to walk around though she had to keep her neck concealed for it wasn’t
fully
healed yet. Of course, once winter came, it was time for all of the
slaves to
be moved back into the hideout that is if their masters wanted them in
the
hideout to begin with.

Nari waited for quite some time hoping that her
masters
would come and guide her to the hideout but they did not. The demons
were not
too pleased with her snappy attitude lately and she assumed this was
their way
of showing they weren’t going to put up with it anymore. The winter air
that
was consuming the bar was starting to wear down on her naked body. What
was
worse was that her little boy was starting to shiver as well, hoping
that his
fluffy fox tail would keep him warm. Reaching down, Nari tried to keep
him warm
by embracing him tightly in her arms. P-Please…someone
come and rescue us!

The stable doors creaked open but Nari and Okuro
were too
busy shivering and concentrating on the cold to even realize it at the
time. Nari
snapped to her senses however once her stall door flew open. She saw
Kuronue
standing there with the chain in his hands. “Daddy!” Okuro spout out
loud.

“Dammit,” He swore quietly as he snapped the chain
onto her
neck shackle. “Come on—come with me the both of you.” Nari got to her
feet
gradually rushing over to Kuronue’s side with Okuro, shaking violently
at the
horrible cold. “I’ve heard of what you have been doing lately.” His
tone was
rather stern and strict sounding. He was not pleased, so it would seem.
“Since
when did you start growing an attitude? If you keep this up, you’ll be
dead
before you even reach 17!” Taking the chain, he tugged on it making her
fall
forward. Never had she seen Kuronue act like this. Nari knew she had
done some
thing wrong. When she refused to speak up, Kuronue continued, “You are
starting
to disobey your masters—and trust me when I say that we don’t take too
kindly
to that!”

“I’m sorry, Master Kuronue…” Nari replied, holding
Okuro
close to her chest trying to hide him and keep him warm behind her long
dirty
blonde hair. I’m just tired of being
pushed around and abused…

Nari felt she was going to faint from the cold and
nearly
rushed ahead of her master just to get inside of the hideout before
him. “You
are eager to get inside? If you don’t want to die, you’ll hold your
tongue and
respect Yomi and Yoko today since they deserve it.”

“Master Kuronue…? What’s so special about today?”
Nari
asked, trying to warm up.

“Yoko Kurama and Yomi went out with a few of the
thieves to
steal this very valuable treasure in the deepest depths of Makai. If
they come
back successful, which they will,” Kuronue continued as he headed
towards his
room, “They are going to come back in a good mood partying. I’ll let
you piece
it together right there.”

In other words, they were going to come back, get
drunk, be
merry, and rape Nari. Of course, with Yomi’s drinking habits, she may
even get
slaughtered again that night. Kuronue looked over his shoulder at her
seeing
that she wasn’t looking forward to this at all. Of course, when was
there a
time that she was? Sighing Nari nodded as she was led into Kuronue’s
dark room
once again. “I promise I won’t fight back…”

“Good,” Was all he said as Nari walked towards the
center of
the room which was the carpeted area close to the lit fire, “Because
tonight
you are going to be serving all three of us. I hope you can manage at
least
that task.”

There he went again—degrading her just like all
the others. It
did destroy her when she heard him doing…she kept praying and hoping
that he
was different from the others and one day would show it even more
beyond saying
her name. But, from the inside and out…he was still a demonic monster
with a
frozen heart. Nari sat in front of the fireplace letting her body thaw
out so
she would be able to do anything for her demanding masters. “What
should I do
with Okuro, Master Kuronue?”

Kuronue shrugged as his hand met with the
doorknob, “Just
let him rest near the fireplace. He will be fine.”

Well, there was some thing guarding the fireplace
so he
couldn’t wonder into it so Nari nodded as she let him rest close to the
warmth
emitting from the fire as Kuronue left her to be elsewhere. I
hope he can sleep through all of this…I
don’t want him waking up and crying. That would anger Yomi and Yoko
Kurama.
Okuro rested soundly near the fire with his fluffy black fox tail
embracing
part of his body. Getting to her feet, Nari walked over to Kuronue’s
only
mirror to the outside world of Makai as her arms embraced her slightly
shivering body.

Kuronue opened the door to his room a few minutes
later to
see her standing there. He didn’t need to ask why she was looking
outside. Any
caged animal will stare out a window wondering what it is like to be
free. In
Nari’s case she could only stand there remembering freedom. “It’s best
not to
think about it,” Kuronue remarked as he came closer to her. Nari looked
over
her shoulder wondering what he was talking about as she cocked her head
to the
side confused. “You’ll never be seeing the outside world for the rest
of your
life.”

Nari sighed knowing he was right. “I just miss my
home…”

“This is your home now. You better get used to it.”

Nari merely nodded as she continued to stare
outside
continuing to make the same wishes that she had made for 3 years. Death is better than servitude…

“Come on,” Kuronue said, grabbing onto her chain
and pulling
her towards the door. “We need to wait for them out in the dining
hall.” Nari
followed behind him not really liking the idea of leaving her son
behind. She
showed her hesitation at the door when she stopped to look down at her
1 year
old son. “Come on, kiddo, he’ll be fine,” The bat demon urged, pulling
on the
chain yet again to make her start walking.

Nari followed behind Kuronue back out into the
hallway that
lead out to the main entrance that was the main dining room. Walking
over to
one of the red velvet couches, the bat demon sat down comfortably,
forcing Nari
to sit down on the floor beside his feet. Nari stayed near his feet,
leaning
against his leg since she was a bit bored and knew that Kuronue
wouldn’t mind
so long as she showed the others in the room that she was obedient. As
she
continued to rest there close to her master, a woman sitting across the
room
caught her attention. It’s her, Nari
thought looking at the woman’s tortured expression, its
Sara…

Sara was sitting in her master’s lap once again
shaking
uncontrollably while watching the demons closest to her. The woman
looked as
though she would emotionally break any minute. It was depressing to
witness her
movements. Every now and then a demon would walk by or up to her
current master
and she would hold onto her master for dear life before tears would
start
streaming down her face. She was given the gift of immortality only to
be
tortured for all eternity because she was the best slave out of all the
expendable ones. Her body trembling was making Nari nervous for some
reason. Kuronue
could see at who she was staring at but said nothing to her as he sat
there
waiting patiently for his friends to return with what they promised
they would
grab.

The doors to the hideout finally swung open making
all of
the slaves in the room tremble but the demons celebrate upon Yoko
Kurama’s entrance.
He was holding something in his hands that was decorated in gold and
jewels. To
Nari, it looked like some sort of headdress. For male demons, she
wondered what
was so special about this but she noticed that the demons Yoko took
with him,
they were holding some things as well encrusted in gold and silver.
Kuronue got
to his feet, guiding Nari over towards her other two masters. “I see
all went
well.”

“Didn’t even know we stole from them until it was
too late,”
Yomi laughed, showing off the treasure chest that was under his arm in
a
taunting form.

Yoko Kurama looked down at Nari whose head was
lowered at
the time not really minding her masters. “I see you got the bitch out,”
The fox
demon remarked, grabbing onto her chin making her look up at him.
Feeling him
grab onto her chin like that made Nari want to bite his wrist but she
stood her
ground so as not to get beaten severely.
“Damn near upsetting that she didn’t freeze to
death along
with that mixed breed child of hers,” Yomi remarked.

Hearing him say that about her baby and have the
other
demons laugh about it angered Nari to no end. So badly she wanted to
shout that
that baby was Yoko Kurama’s. And the proof was in the outcome of the
child. How
could a fox demon deny a half fox demon half human offspring? Kuronue
himself
wanted to say some thing about it as well but he cleared his throat
just
standing there with Nari’s chain in his hands. Taking his hand back,
Yoko
Kurama, pushed Nari onto the floor since he could see the attitude
rising in
her expression towards what Yomi had to say to her and her child.
“Don’t give
Yomi that look, you bitch!” Nari landed on her side, her body making a
slapping
sound when it hit the smooth floor.

Nari’s ears were filled with the unpleasant
laughter of all
the demons that watched in amusement as this worthless runt got the
beating she
so rightfully deserved in their eyes. She had stood up in front of her
masters
in front of everyone so many times in the past few years and they all
felt that
the beating she got was minuscule. Not to mention the worse part of it
was that
she brought an abomination into their group and brainwashed Kuronue
into
letting her keep it. Hearing all of the laughs and the jokes directed
at her,
made Nari not want to get up as she stayed there on the floor.

“Ignore the runt,” Yomi grinned, grabbing onto
Yoko Kurama’s
wrist. “We don’t have to care about her until later. Right now, let’s
celebrate
like we had in mind.”

And party they did. Nari, however, was forced to
serve her
masters just as all the other servants were forced to serve theirs.
Whenever
their wine glasses were empty the servants had to fill them back up or
their
masters would beat them—especially if they had one too many to drink.
If their
food plate ran dry they also had to retreat back to the table to grab
them more
food. It was a tiring task for Nari since, unlike the others around
her, she
had three masters. Nari was starting to get a little sick to her
stomach and
exhausted from not being able to take at least a little break since her
masters
were throwing back their drinks extremely fast and inhaling their food.

“Bitch,” Yomi snapped, kicking her in the side
from where
she was sitting down at their feet, “Move your ass and get us more
food!”

Nari was about to question why since they had
enough food
towering in their plates but decided against it as she took her chain
and an
extra plate and walked back to the table. Nari sighed, with her head
lowered
watching her feet take her to the table as she began to daydream about
freedom
again. As she was not really watching where she was going, Nari ended
up
running into another slave, making her inhale sharply praying it wasn’t
another
demon. When she had the courage to actually look her eyes widened
seeing that
it was Sara. “Sara,” Nari whispered looking at the beaten woman.

The woman looked at her confused as her hands held
onto the
plate that was for her master, trembling just as bad as ever from the
run in
she had with Nari. “Wh—what did you call me…?” It had obviously been
years
since Sara had even been called by that name and she wasn’t even sure
if that
was her birth name after all the ‘nicknames’ she was given by her many
masters.

“I called you Sara…” Nari reiterated for her. Sara
said and
did nothing as she stood there wondering what more she wanted from her.
Knowing
that their masters would get impatient quickly, Nari tried to make what
she had
to say quick. “How did this happen to you? When and why did they make
you
immortal?” She never did get straight answers from Kuronue or anyone
else so
she thought talking to the one it happened to would be the solution.

Hearing her ask this question made Sara’s
breathing become
heavy as she put a death grip on the plate she was holding. Nari
thought for
sure she would break the plate but instead she broke down crying.
Nobody could
hear her since there was a lot of talking and shouting going on.
“When—you live
for—so long—they decide to—keep you—!” Her sobbing was making it
difficult for
Nari to understand but she stood there and listened none the less. “It
was—green—!” Hearing that come from her mouth confused Nari wondering
what that
had to do with anything. “Some—something they put—inside of me
was—green
liquid—!” Reaching up with her trembling hand, Sara put it on the right
side of
her neck, “They stuck me—they stuck me—with a needle—I waited to die—I
waited
for years to—finally die but it—it never happened—!” She was obviously
getting
upset about this. Wanting to live forever would be anybody’s dream. The
fear of
death always consumes the human mind and when the body gets older, it’s
every
human’s dream to live for eternity. But not like this. Not just to be
abused
and beaten down till there is nothing left inside but a frightened
child
praying for death.

Before Nari could ask anymore or attempt to calm
her down, a
hand gripped onto Nari from behind shoving her down on the floor,
making her
fall down face first making the plate she was carrying shatter
underneath her. Parts
of the broken plate embedded itself into her arm which was what she
used to try
and brake her fall. Flinching in pain, Nari tried her hardest not to
cry as she
looked over her shoulder to see Yomi standing there looking at her just
as mad
as ever. Sara got out of the way and hurried to her master too
frightened to
stand up for herself, let alone a beaten mortal girl. “The hell are you
doing,
you bitch??” Yomi asked angrily, picking her up by her long dirty blond
hair. It
hurt for Nari to move her right arm so she tried to keep it still with
the
glass still embedded in her skin. “Get another plate and hurry up with
the food
already, you whore!”

The girl rolled her teeth over her lower lip as
she tried
her best to nod with Yomi still holding onto a bit of her hair. “I’m
sorry,
Master,” Nari eventually apologized as she wanted to be released.
Hearing her
finally apologize for once prompted Yomi to release her hair as he went
back to
talk to the others. Inhaling sharply in pain, Nari looked at her arm
seeing the
blood dripping from it and the glass that was still there. Before
bothering to
get the food, Nari closed her eyes when trying to pull the glass out of
her. Once
she got the pieces out of her arm, she just let the blood drain from
the wounds
as she grabbed the plates she would need for Yomi and the others.
Filling the
plates up best she could, Nari headed back towards her masters. “Here,”
She
whispered, handing out the plates to all three of them.

“About damn time, runt,” Yoko Kurama growled,
taking his
plate from her.

Nari flinched as she sat down close to Yoko
Kurama’s feet as
her arm continued to bleed. The air attacking her wound was really
starting to
get to her but she sat there trying to accept the pain. Sara
told me that the demons inject a human when the human has outlived
all the ones before it and proved its usefulness…what will that mean
for me?
According to Yoko Kurama and Yomi, I have surprisingly lasted longer
than
expected. Will I be just another Sara? Nari’s sight shifted back
over
across the room to Sara who was curled up in her master’s lap eyeing
her
surroundings. Will I be scared to live…?
Will I be the one to try and take my own life to just escape…?
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