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It was dark and dreary in the cell the bat demon was placed
within the castle that stood tall in the clouds of Spirit World.
Sitting upon
the bench that creaked ever so often under him when he moved Kuronue
looked at
the shackles on his wrist and ankles that were reinforced for the
safety of
those in the heavenly world. There was not much he thought about in
captivity
in such a world he despised. It seemed as though even Nari and Okuro
was taken
from him in that small, dank room he was to remain within until he was
to speak
on the human trafficking going on Makai.

Muffled voices sounded behind the steel door that
kept him
in his confinement causing Kuronue to look up through his dark cobalt
bangs to
concentrate on them. From the tones, he could make out beyond the door
he could
hear the leader of Spirit World, Koenma. His brow furrowing in anger at
the
tone, the demon growled in the back of his throat as he watched when
the
doorknob turned to reveal the ruler standing there.

The door creaking open, Koenma helped himself
inside in his
teenage form before shutting the door behind him. His hands slipping
into his
pockets, he looked at the growling demon without faltering in any form
as he
sighed through his nostrils. “I wanted to speak to you personally,”
Koenma said
without a hint of threat in his tone.

“Get out of here,” Kuronue demanded right away
with a
grumble, his face expressing his hatred for the young ruler.

Koenma said and did nothing as he stood there
studying the
demon that was brought before him with a serious expression. “Are you
not aware
of the situation you are in? You could easily walk out of here
scot-free but
refuse to tell us what we want to know and wish to remain here to
suffer.”

Kuronue was quiet for awhile as he remained there
with his
arms resting upon his thighs with a slight snort. “I refuse to rat out
my
friend.”

Shaking his russet hair from side to side, Koenma
couldn’t
help but look at the demon with confusion at his behavior. “I can
understand
your loyalty to your friend, but you’re hiding something, demon. Don’t
deny
it—I can see it in your eyes…” Koenma paused as he examined the narrow,
hard
eyes of the bat demon to find something there he had never seen before
in a
demon’s eyes. “What are you hiding?”

Kuronue got furious at this as he got up quickly
from where
he was sitting, baring his fangs at the teenager, “What I am hiding is
none of
your business! Now GET OUT!”

For the first time, Koenma refused to bolt from
where he
stood with the demon dangerously close to him. “You have an emotion in
your
eyes I have never seen in many demons. You miss someone but not your
friend—it’s
almost like you’re in emotional pain.”

“What would it matter to you either way, Koenma?”
Kuronue
asked as he spit off to the side, keeping his cold gaze upon the man
before him.
“I may love someone, but I care for my friend just the same, so you are
stuck
no matter what you say or do to me.”

Koenma could only dig at this point. He wasn’t
sure what or
who Kuronue missed or was longing for that had to be a female, but if
he
continued to speak on certain topics, he was hoping he would hit that
point in
the demon’s heart. Shifting his gaze over at the concrete walls, he
walked over
in that direction to look up at the only window that was within the
cell the
demon was placed within. “Do you know that this human trafficking is
going to
become a problem if we don’t do something now?”

Kuronue watched Koenma closely with his head
slightly
lowered once he sat back down with an irritable grunt; his hands
finding their
way to his thighs once more.

“There is already word from Makai that demons are
considering this as a way of making a profit,” Koenma said on a serious
note. He
had heard rumors from below that demons were starting to come to Human
World to
steal humans of different gender, race, and age to make business down
below. It
worried him greatly that this would be a movement that not even he
could
prevent. Feeling helpless in the situation, he couldn’t help but sigh
out his
frustrations before turning his attention back to the demon. “Your
group has
caused a very disapproving movement for both Makai and Human World and
I want
this to stop right where it started.”

The demon kept his sight locked on Koenma until he
felt his
banter was over. Looking nowhere unparticular, he hissed at his words,
“Why is
that any concern to me?”

“Because human beings are being tortured, raped,
and robbed
of their dignity!” Koenma pointed out, storming back over towards where
Kuronue
sat. “And further more, if you don’t at least speak up on where your
group is
hiding, my father is going to tear you apart!” From what the ruler
could see,
the demon appeared unaffected by it all, not caring about his own death
so long
as he could take his loyalty to his grave. Seeing it in Kuronue’s
unwavering
eyes, he crossed his arms over his chest with fury rising up inside of
him at
the arrogant demon, “And whoever it is you love, you’ll NEVER
see her again.”

Having that hit his ears caused Kuronue to falter
finally at
remembering the one he did care about until Sensui ruined that for him.
Hissing
in defeat, Kuronue shook his head, “I cannot tell you…regardless…” he
admitted,
resting his palm upon his forehead. “Sensui destroyed our old hideout
and I
don’t know if Yoko Kurama is going to head to the place he had in mind
or not.
I worry about her—I do,” the bat demon said almost sorrowfully, looking
up at
Koenma with a bit of spite. “But there is nothing I can do for her
while I am
here nor is there anything I can do while I am there beside her…”

Listening to the
demon closely, Koenma couldn’t help but widen his eyes slightly at what
he
caught in those words expressed to him. “You—you’re in love with one of
the
slaves, aren’t you?”

“Don’t get your
hopes up, Koenma!” Kuronue seemed to order with
a snap of his teeth. His finger pointed directly at the Spirit World
ruler, he
narrowed his eyes at him and the glimmer of hope Kuronue caught in
them. “I may
love one human woman, but that doesn’t mean I care for them all!”

“But you care for just the one,” Koenma seemed to
whisper
still showing the hope in his soft tone. “Will you not tell me because
you’re
scared of losing a friendship or are you not telling me because you’re
scared
you’ll lose the woman?”

Kuronue couldn’t help but lift his brow, “What do
you mean?”

“Once we find the hideout, we have to send all of
the humans
back to Human World,” Koenma explained. “A part of you knows this,
doesn’t
it—?”

“A part of me might,” Kuronue intercepted quickly,
“but a
part of you doesn’t know that Nari is all immortal!”

A name was presented to the ruler and he couldn’t
help but
linger on that for a moment, “Nari? Is that the name of the woman you
love?”

“Get out,” Kuronue growled, not wishing to say
anymore to
the leader. He was tired of the interrogation and he wanted to be left
alone
even if it meant to rot in that cell by himself.

“Demon, who is Nari?” Koenma continued regardless.

Seeing that the ruler didn’t want to stop in his
ruthless questioning,
Kuronue got back off of the bench as he spread out his bat wings to
look
intimidating. “GET OUT!”

Koenma could tell it was enough by now. A sigh
escaping
through his nostrils once more, he nodded to the disgruntle demon.
“Alright—fine—I will leave you be for now. But you need to really
think, demon,
on who you want to spare and who you want to fall. I am sure Nari will
die down
there without you so think on that for awhile and I will listen when
you’re
ready to talk.”

The bat demon watched through his bangs and visor
that
masked his face as Koenma turned his back to him. The ruler opened the
metal
door only to slam it behind him with an awful clanging sound to leave
Kuronue
in emptiness and loneliness once more. Sitting back upon the rickety
bench with
a sigh of defeat, Kuronue lowered his head and shook his wild, long
hair,
“Nari…”

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Nari was drug back out in the main dining hall
that the
water demons had left behind. Her fingers rolling about her chain
seeing as
Okuro was forced to remain alone in Yoko Kurama’s room, she sighed a
bit to
herself whilst looking amongst the bodies that were within sight,
hoping to
locate the person she was hunting for. Her heart raced as she prayed
she could find
him but her hope had turned to doubt when after awhile of looking
amongst the many
humans, she couldn’t find a trace of him.

Where is he…? She
could only ask herself, her teeth biting at her chapped and split lips.
Amongst
the talking and clanking of glasses, a strong tone of a far off female
demon
beckoned to her slave, causing Nari to shoot her attention in that
direction.

“Get more food for me,” the female demon demanded
with a
push to her male slave, her scaly hands almost taking up the male’s
face
completely. She was a large demon in size and had scales only under her
arms
that trailed down her back and up her neck from what anybody could see.
They
were crimson colored—at least that was what one was to see when the
light hit
the scales. Her skin was a dark color, almost looking a night sky
blackish, blue
and her eyes were golden with a crescent black shape. Her pure white
hair was
tied back but from what Nari could guess, it was probably shoulder
length and
straight as a board. Her horns that were on the far side of her
forehead curled
backward and under like a ram and were the color of black. Her ears
looked like
that of a fish demon and her forearm contained fins as well. “And don’t
you get
me the shit I despise, you worthless bastard,” the woman continued.

Nari blinked away from the demon she was looking
up and down
to get the just of before looking over at the slave the female demon
was
ordering around. It was the male she spoke to before about contacting
Suzuka
who she wrote a letter to the night before. Her eyes quivering in
nervousness
while watching him closely, her heart beat quickly in fear and want to
take
action as he was heading to get more food for his mistress, Nari looked
up at
Yomi who she was beside and keeping fed. Knowing it was now or never,
she
hesitantly placed her hand briefly on Yomi’s arm to get his attention.

“Master Yomi,” she whispered submissively, “I can
get you
more food…if you want.”

The multi-horned demon looked at her with his cold
narrow
eyes as if to make her release his arm immediately. But hearing that
she was
willing to serve him made the anger that was swelling inside of him
vanish
slightly. Without much of a word towards her actions, he took his plate
to throw
at Nari’s face causing some of the food to mate with her tangled hair
before it
hit the floor. “Get it then if that’s what you want,” he retorted with
a
snicker in the back of his throat.

Nari was shocked at the plate being thrown in her
face but
all she could do was sit there in bewilderment, shaking her head to get
the
food out of her hair. Trying to keep her sadness and rage in check, she
grabbed
onto the plate that dropped to the floor knowing she would have to get
him a
new one as she headed over to the table that held the food upon it.

Walking as quickly as she could in hopes of
getting to the
Asian male to speak to him about her letter, Nari got a brand new plate
for
Yomi and the food she knew he wanted once she made it over there.
Making her
way down the table to where the nameless slave was grabbing items
himself, Nari
checked over her shoulder on her masters to see they were occupied
before
calling to the male.

“Hey,” she called softly over the ruckus the
demons were
making behind them.

Thanks to the loud noise, the Asian male didn’t
hear Nari
right away and he continued about his task set before him, grabbing
different
kinds of fruits and vegetables for his mistress.

Checking once more on her masters, Nari moved in a
bit
closer when she turned her attention back at the food trays before her
as she
called to him once more, “Hey!” Adding a nudge this time with her bare
foot to
his ankle, she finally got the male’s attention.

“Hey, it’s you,” he whispered, keeping his
attention on the
trays before him once he looked to Nari quickly. “What do you want? Did
you
write that letter?”

“Yes, I did actually,” Nari answered, performing
that same
nervous habit to look back at her masters that were having their fun
with the
others.

“Stop looking at them and being obvious,” the
Asian male
ordered through his teeth, his hands coming across the bread he knew
his
mistress liked. “They are going to tear into us if they know we’re
acting
against them. Where is the letter?”

“It’s in the bedroom I share with my master.”
Finding the
awkward meat that Yomi always demanded to have, Nari quickly put that
on the
plate she got for him. “I couldn’t bring it with me at the moment…”

He couldn’t help but sigh a bit almost
disappointedly as he
bravely stole a strawberry from nearby since he was starving. “Well,
that’s
expected seeing as we are being monitored here and I cannot get you to
my
bird.” Sucking in his lower lip to think, the unnamed slave came up
with an
idea. “I’ll tell you what—meet me in the main room tonight after
midnight when
everyone is surely asleep. Does your master sleep in bed with you?”

“It depends on who I am with,” Nari answered in a
whisper,
getting brave herself and stealing a piece of the fish she saw before
her not
even caring of the taste just so long as she had something in her
stomach.
“Master Yoko Kurama doesn’t like me in bed with him with my son, Okuro
so
sometimes I sleep on the ground. But Master Yomi makes me sleep with
him while
Okuro stays on the floor…and screams until he is too tired to care to…”
Having to think of Yomi doing that to her
son
made Nari’s hard heart break once more, and she focused that sadness
into anger
quickly so she wouldn’t cry and draw attention to herself.

The slave next to her could see the anger rising
up within
her and he feared her lashing out as he attempted to change the
subject, “Well,
work on getting away from whichever master you sleep with tonight and
meet me
in the main front room. I can get us out of here and get your message
to
Suzuka.”

“If you can get us out of here, why don’t we just
run away?”
Nari wondered almost eagerly.

“Be logical!” The man seemed to hiss softly to
her. “Where
would we go in this Hell filled with demons? We would die in a matter
of
minutes!”

“What would be better,” she began in the same
anger he held,
“living here and dying slowly every day or going out there and dying in
a matter
of seconds? In case you haven’t noticed, I am immortal and I cannot
die! I am
bound here by the threat held over my son!”

“Then stay here for your son,” the man seemed to
demand as
he angrily grabbed for an apple nearby. “Don’t be the stupid creature
these
demons want to believe we are! If your plan goes through and we sit and
wait,
we will be able to kill them all and wait for help.”

“Who the hell do you think knows we are even down
here?!”
Nari demanded to know, her eyes narrowing to show their hardness of the
abuse
she endured.

“We will just have to get there and hope for the
best, won’t
we?” He suggested before finishing up his plate for his mistress. “Just
get me
the letter and I will take it from there.”

Nothing else was said between the two as the man
excused
himself from the table before them to head back to his mistress. Nari
watched
him from the corner of her eye as he walked out of her view and back to
the
main eating table. Taking in a deep breath over the scenario, Nari
quickly
finished up putting the food items on the plate before heading back
over to the
two masters she despised and was plotting their downfall.

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Everyone had cleared out to steal and replenish
their new
home under Yoko Kurama later that afternoon leaving Nari alone with her
son to
think on what she needed to do for the coming years of her life.
Remaining in
Yoko Kurama’s room, Nari held onto her son as he played with the
necklace a bit
that was worn by the only father he knew of and created by his mother.
Having
to look upon the red jewel she made with her own blood made her falter
in
appearance at having to remember her other master and the death she was
unable
to witness.

Even for a young boy, Okuro could tell there were
times she
was upset as the young mixed boy turned to face his mother.
“Mommy…something
wrong?”

A smile graced her lips as she shook her head to
express her
lie, “No, I am fine, baby. But thanks for asking. It’s nice to have
someone
care about me.”

Okuro’s tail thumping against his mother’s leg
slightly, he
smiled to her as he kept a hold of the pendant he had fallen in love
with. “I
care—I always care.”

“I know you do, Okuro,” Nari said softly as she
smiled her
same broken smile to him. “And mommy promises that I will find a way to
get out
of here. You trust me don’t you?”

The black furred fox ears her was given at birth
moved
slightly at her words as he seemed to contemplate on her promise. Even
if he
wasn’t as horribly abused like his mother, he hated to see her being
put
through what she was and he wanted to leave. But their hope of leaving
was
dashed not too long ago and even trust was a thing hard for him to
accept at
the moment. But this was his mother if anybody. “I trust you, mommy,”
Okuro
finally responded softly. “I’ve always trusted you.”

The blond, uneven and broken hair waved about when
Nari
nodded to her son’s response. “I am glad you do,” she whispered,
holding her
son close to her. Finding herself becoming quite exhausted, the young
woman
rolled out on her side with her son still in her arms to keep him close
and not
let him wander about the room without her awake. “I am going to sleep
now,
Okuro so please do not leave my side without my knowing even if within
this
room. I don’t want my master to get mad at you.”

Hearing the verbal assurance from her son that he
wouldn’t
do anything while she slept, Nari closed her eyes to sleep for the time
being
so she could get ready for later that night.

Nari remained asleep for awhile until someone’s
hand covered
her entire face, causing her to panic and rouse quickly from her nap
she was
enduring. Releasing her son who scurried away from his mother thanks to
the
oncoming demons, Nari almost scratched at Yomi who she soon saw through
his
fingers that had her.

“Awe, don’t be that way,” Yomi laughed morbidly as
he kept
his hand where it was with the silver fox standing behind him with his
arms
crossed over his broad chest. Releasing her face and grabbing onto her
chain
that was upon the floor, Yomi pulled her up off of the ground harshly
with a twisted
grin upon his face. “So who is getting her tonight?”

Yoko Kurama’s silver fox ear twisted towards the
whimpering
half demon in the room, before shifting his attention over to the
frightened
Nari who Yomi had a hold of. The very look of her brought back the
thought of
his believed to be deceased friend and he couldn’t take it any longer.
“I have
no use for her tonight. You can put her in your bedroom tonight.”

Having to hear that made Nari struggle further
against the
coal black haired demon that had her in his grasp. She knew if she were
to
sleep with him, he would either tie her down or keep a death grip on
her in the
bedroom. No—not with him! She begged
in her mind desperately wanting to get that letter to Suzuka.

Yomi released the chain that Nari was trying her
hardest to
pry out of his hands causing her to fall to her side when he
unexpectedly let
go of her. Watching as the young woman breathed heavily from the race
her heart
was running, the demon crossed his arms as well over his chest. “I’ll
take her
then. I may have use for her though I wish we could throw that son of
hers in
the barn.”

“The barn area hasn’t been fixed to suit these
humans, Yomi,
you know that,” Yoko Kurama pointed out as he headed over to his canopy
bed.

“You’re getting too damn soft, Yoko Kurama,” Yomi
said
almost irritably as he grabbed back up Nari’s chain. “They don’t need
anything
but what those beasts were given by the water demons who had this place
before
us.”

Grabbing onto her son when the chain was clutched
once more,
Nari quickly reached under the rug she was upon to snag the letter she
had
hidden under there and folded up for the sake of hiding it in her palm.
I will get this letter to him no matter how
plans go, Nari promised herself as she picked up her son.

“Move it, bitch,” Yomi ordered with a harsh tug to
her chain
to make her nearly stumble back down to the floor.

Yoko Kurama stayed planted upon the side of his
canopy bed
as the two left his room. Having the place all to himself for a moment,
he
couldn’t help but sigh sorrowfully through his nostrils as he got to
his feet
to look out at the scenery his room was granted with the full body
windows
behind his bed. “I wonder—would letting her go truly be easier,” he
seemed to
ask himself with his arms firmly crossed upon his chest. “Every time I
look at
her I get enraged and think of Kuronue. I am tired of thinking of
someone I
lost and will never get back…”

The fox demon could come up with no explanation
for his
situation as his golden, haunting eyes stayed fixed upon the waterfall
that
flowed before him almost silently as every sad melody he heard on the
streets
and sung by teens from Human World when walking upon it in his fox form
attacked his mind. Snorting irritably a bit at the moment he was
enduring, Yoko
Kurama massaged his forehead to try and get the tainting human melodies
out of
his mind.

“What good will it do either way? Kuronue will
always be
there on my mind,” he sighed, turning his attention away from the scene
before
him so he could sleep for the night.

The grandfather clock chimed three times later
that night to
announce that it was another full hour later. Nari’s eyes flew open
once she
heard it, looking over at the clock within Yomi’s room that rested near
the
fireplace to see in the dimly lit room that it was midnight. Her ivy
green eyes
shifting over to the heavily breathing demon, she could tell he was
deep asleep
but the problem was prying her body out of the embrace he had her in.
His arm
was around her torso but she knew if she made one wrong move, he would
wake up
and punish her greatly for trying to leave.

Slowly but steadily, Nari reached for his arm to
lift it up
off of her body so that she could move out from underneath him. Every
move she
made forced her body to perspire and emit fear of being caught, making
her stop
as Yomi’s breathing hitched in his sleep. At times she would have to
stop
herself and try to think of something completely different in hopes of
her fear
settling, but it was difficult as she continued her task. Please
don’t screw this up, she begged mentally to herself as she
finally managed to scoot herself out from under the demon’s
outstretched, limp
arm. Placing the arm upon her pillow she was using that night, Nari
carefully
got off of the bed before tiptoeing across the wooden floor to get to
the other
side of the bed where the door was located.

Every time a board would act out or something
would happen
that she feared would grab Yomi’s attention, Nari would shift her eyes
upon him
in hopes of him remaining still and not waking. Her back facing the
door she
was eager to get out of, Nari’s nimble fingers quickly searched the
door for
the doorknob while Yomi remained asleep. “Almost there,” she
practically
mouthed to herself as she finally found the knob to the door. Once her
fingers
met with the squeaky knob, the bed creaked as Yomi grunted in his sleep
making
Nari freeze from head to toe and her heart thump wildly. Clutching her
teeth in
attempts to stop from screaming while the demon shifted in the bed,
Nari closed
her eyes until it was over seeing as she wasn’t sure what he was doing
just yet
and she feared him waking up to find her at the door.

Yomi did nothing as the bed was quiet once again
as were the
rustling covers. He was merely dreaming and shifting in his sleep
making this a
big relief for Nari who was about to have a heart attack at the door
she stood
before. Finding this out once silence consumed the room Nari quickly
opened the
door and shut it quietly behind her before rushing down the hallway
Yomi’s room
was situated in, hoping to get to where the male told her to meet him.

The mansion was larger than the previous one and
every door
she opened quietly led to another room she found to be pointless for
the demons
that ruled her life. It really made her feel, after awhile of walking
by
herself, that she was in a haunted mansion and the fear began to
overwhelm her
after a certain point. Her bare, abused feet tapping against the carpet
beneath
her, Nari finally opened the last door that led her into the main room
where
the man she had spoken to days ago was standing in wait.

Hearing the creaking door, the nameless slave
snapped his
head quickly in that direction to see it was merely Nari, “There you
are! I was
wondering where the hell you were!” He was obviously scared he too was
going to
be caught and punished from what his fearful tone conveyed.

Nari quickly ran down the steps before her to make
it to his
side with a nod, “Let’s go.”

Both of the slaves quickly ran out into the dark
night in
nothing but their shackles and the hope that this letter would lead
them back
to home. Every tree that moaned and every branch that cracked made both
nervous
and scared, but the male stayed strong emotionally for the both of them
before
stopped just within a small clearing a half an hour away from the
mansion.

“Wait here,” he ordered softly, guiding Nari into
the
thicket before walking out into the clearing by himself. Looking about
the area
to make sure nobody was nearby, the Asian slave began to whistle a sort
of
gentle, brief tune into the silence about them.

Nari waited for awhile in the bushes wondering if
that bird
was truly alive down in Makai given all that was down here. But as soon
as she
was about to doubt the creature being alive, a male pearl cockatiel
fluttered
from the woods to perch upon his shoulder.

“That’s a good boy,” the man praised before waving
discreetly over to the hiding Nari.

Knowing this was her cue, Nari hurried over to him
with the
rolled up letter in tact. “Here,” was all she said in a whisper, not
liking the
feel of them being out in the middle of nowhere without her masters at
least
protecting her even if she was immortal.

Taking the note, he held it up to his cockatiel
prompting
the bird to snatch it up in his beak with a quick peck. “Take this
letter to
Suzuka—you know who he is, don’t you? You stake out around his house so
damn
much, I would suspect you do,” he playfully chuckled to his bird as he
pet the
bird with his finger.

The bird did nothing until helped into the skies
by his
owner where he took off quickly towards the narcissists’ house.

“A regular house pet has survived down here in
Makai?” Nari
wondered with a raise of her brow.

“He was brought down here with his primary flight
feathers
clipped so he couldn’t fly,” he explained with the same amazement. “I
guess he
hid until his feathers grew back and he is alive to this very day. I
don’t know
how but, he’s survived. I didn’t think he did until I saw him at that
demon’s
house when I was dragged their by my mistress…so the demon is at least
taking
care of him.”

Nari looked back up
at the endless sky before her with the first honest smile she had been
able to
express in years. “If he can make it…maybe we can too.”

Hearing the young woman say that, the male looked
over to
her with a nod, “The difference between him and you is you’ve given up
hope and
continue to do so. The demons can beat us of everything we hold and the
courage
we have, but they cannot beat hope out of us. Don’t give up hope and
you’ll
make it out alive.”

Sighing through her nostrils, Nari embraced
herself in the
cold night air before nodding at the slave she was unaware of by name,
“I
promise.” Was all she could whisper to him before turning on her heels
to head
back to the mansion with him.
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