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Nari wanted to more than ever crumple up the
letter she was
now holding thanks to the response she was given. She had waited for
months to
get a response and all she got was a letter to elaborate. Her eyes
continuing
to gaze about the words scribbled on the piece of paper, she allowed
the talons
of the bird to dig into her right shoulder as he remained perched
nearby in
case needed again. Nari made her way to the ground beneath her as she
sat there
about to just sigh in defeat.

“I have to write him again?” She asked quietly
aloud. “How
much clearer can I be?”

Merely being overwhelmed by doubt of ever being
free again,
Nari remained where she was outside in pure view in the Makai forest
that once
belonged to the water demons that had been slaughtered for Yoko
Kurama’s band. She
felt she had failed everyone, but mostly she felt a failure to her son
who had
seen her being abused long enough. Her fingers rolled through her dirty
blond
hair as she rested her forearms upon her bent knees outside of the
mansion.

Up in Spirit World, the papers flew about Koenma’s
desk as
he was desperately looking for information on the human trafficking
down in
Makai. He had continued to speak to the demon locked away in their
possession but
he continued to get nothing but the same responses if not the same
demands to
leave him alone. But the name he was given those many months ago rang
clear in
his head still as he was desperate to pinpoint where ‘Nari’ had come
from.

Botan opened the double doors that led into
Koenma’s main room.
Her pink kimono flared out behind her slightly as she hurried to the
desk that
was littered with information papers on everyone down on Earth. “You
called for
me, Lord Koenma?” The bubbly, Grim Reaper asked as she made it to the
front of
the desk.

Looking up from the piles of papers that were
threatening to
collapse all over the place, Koenma could only lower his chin down to
the desk
top with his hands in his hair. “Ugh, please tell me that someone
located
information on somebody named Nari who was said to have gone missing
somewhere
on Earth!” Koenma was about to lose it trying to locate one specific
person on
Earth that the demon had mentioned was stolen from her home.

Her delicate finger pressing against her pallid
cheek, she
couldn’t help but blink several times, wide-eyed at Koenma’s
predicament.
“Well, Koenma…I am afraid nobody has found a thing. We have found a few
in
Japan and in Germany but none have gone missing.”

“How many girls could possibly be out there named
‘Nari’?”
Koenma could only wonder with a slight grumble as he pulled another
piece of
paper off of the stack closest to him that was almost gone. Finding
nothing
there, Koenma covered his face with his palm before looking back up at
Botan
through his miserable expression. “Go and get me newspaper articles
that were
retrieved from Earth so I can look through those.”

“Which year?” Botan asked with a slight baffled
look that he
was willing to go this far.

Lifting his head off of the desk to support within
his palm,
he sighed heavily as he grabbed the next sheet on his stack to the left
that
had profiles and information on those in North and South America. “The
ones
going back ten years ago,” he answered simply as he put the sheet in
his hand
on the rising stack to his right. “She couldn’t have been too old so
let’s
start there.”

Botan left the room quickly to get what she was
asked seeing
as everyone else was working as hard as can be on the case dealing with
missing
humans all over the world. They were eager to end it quickly before it
spread any
further than it already had.

He gazed back over at the stack that was getting
lower with
every piece of paper he looked upon. Koenma could only threaten to pass
out
from exhaustion any minute as he grabbed onto the next profile on the
stack on
the left to look at who was next with a weary look in his eyes. That
weariness,
however, eventually was replaced with hope as he noticed the big bold,
all
capital letters of the first name: NARI.
Blinking a couple of times to focus on the profile before him, Koenma
read the
profile in front of him.

“Kudo M. Nari,” Koenma began as he looked at the
picture of
the young teen. Her blond hair was cut about her chin and she had ivy
green
eyes. “Nari, age fourteen, height is five foot four, weight is 118,
born 1986….”
Pausing for a moment as his eyes gazed over to the fact she was a mix
of
American and Japanese blood, he quickly fixed his sight back on the
year she
was born. “What…? If she was born in 1986, her profile should have
updated by
now; it’s 2006. Why is she still fourteen on this piece of paper?” All
human
profiles were updated every year when a human on Earth aged and the
photo was
always replaced with it. It made little sense that six years had passed
and her
profile had not changed. But as he skimmed down to the very bottom of
her
history, he found out why as another set of bold letters caught his
attention: MISSING.

The papers piled up on the desk went soaring as
Koenma
managed to pull himself out from behind his desk with the one biography
in hand.
Jumping over his ruling desk, he quickly hurried out of his room and
down the
long hallway. Those who tried to stop to speak with him, he ignored as
he made
his way back to the area where Kuronue was being held until killed for
not
cooperating under his father’s orders. The guards at the door saw
Koenma
heading towards them quickly, but before they could ask, Koenma snapped
at them
quickly.

“Open the door, now!” He demanded, his eyes gazing
at the
hard, iron door that was reinforced for everyone’s protection.

The ogres at the door quickly responded but not
without
fumbling with the keys they held thanks to the anger that the leader
expressed.
The keys being inserted to unlock the cell, they opened the door a bit
to allow
Koenma on inside before he forced himself on in to see Kuronue sitting
there
upon the bench with his arms resting upon his thighs again. Koenma said
not a
word as the demon looked at him though he lifted up the slip of paper
he now
held holding Nari’s history up to the point where she was abducted and
sent to
Makai.

Kuronue looked at the piece of paper through his
visor and
dark indigo bangs. He recognized the photo on the paper held in front
of him
and couldn’t help but widen his eyes a bit at being able to see the
young girl
he had held in custody for so long. Knowing that he was figured out at
that
moment, his shock turned into a bit of a scoffing look whist he closed
his
eyes, humming in thought. “Hmm, I don’t remember that Nari in some time
now.
She is much older and much colder in sight.”

Lowering the paper he held, Koenma narrowed his
eyes further
at Kuronue, “You better start talking, demon. This is the Nari you had
serving
you, isn’t it? Nari Kudo is the girl that you took to Makai.”

“I didn’t take her!” Kuronue snapped angrily at
the
accusations as he threatened to get up from where he was sitting. “Yoko
Kurama
was the one who kidnapped Nari and brought her to Makai, not me—!”
Realizing
that he was spilling his guts out, he stopped for a moment and massaged
his
forehead, the chains attached to his wrists rattling as they moved.

Koenma raised his brow at the bat demon that
stopped as he
crossed his arms across his chest. “You are going to be executed by my
father’s
forces if you don’t start talking,” the leader of Spirit World reminded
him.
“It is best you talk now.”

The chains rattled once more as Kuronue moved
slightly to
look back at Koenma before eyeing the barred window that allowed him a
glimpse
of freedom. At that moment he knew better than anyone how those slaves
felt
and, for once, he felt a sense of pity. “Fine…I surrender,” he
grumbled, almost
hating to admit defeat. “But you’ve got to promise me that I will be
set free
if I tell you what I know.”

Koenma went quiet as he looked over his shoulder
at the door
that kept any words from leaving that tiny area. Knowing that the
situation
down on earth was more important, he came closer to the bat demon so he
would
know for a fact nothing would be heard between him and the Makai demon.
“You
tell me what you can and I promise to let you go free back to Makai.
But you
have to realize something, demon—once I release you, Nari and the
others may be
found and you won’t be able to see her again, because I have to send
her back
to Human World.”

Kuronue was silent as he looked off to the side a
moment to
think on his decision. “I don’t care,” he finally announced quietly in
return. “If
I can get Nari and Okuro out of there…that’s all that matters at this
point.”
His fingers tensing up a bit, he finally released the fists he formed
as a sigh
released through his nostrils. “Nari was brought to us when she was
fourteen
and she was our sex slave. And when I say ‘ours’, I mean Yoko Kurama,
Yomi, and
mine. She served us and did everything that we asked of her. If she
didn’t, we
would beat her or Yoko Kurama would punish her with his plant
concoctions. She
has longer hair, whip marks and scars almost all over her body from
disobeying
us, and the same eyes just—colder as I said earlier.” Cupping his hands
together in between his legs, he sighed yet again as his eyes darted
off about
his confinement to collect his thoughts. “She had a son that I offered
to take
care of and it was Sensui, your renegade Spirit Detective that messed
up
everything,” Kuronue grumbled in disgust. “He destroyed our last home
and so
Yoko Kurama relocated to the…North of Makai…”

Koenma was silent while wondering if that was all
before
looking back at the file in front of him. “When the slaves are found,
you will
be set free back in Makai. I promise you this. You have my word,”
Koenma said
sincerely as he placed the piece of paper back in front of Kuronue,
urging him
to take it in his body language.

Kuronue reached up and grabbed onto the piece of
paper that
was dangling before him knowing at that point forward, that might be
the only
thing he would ever have of Nari. “I guess your word is all I can count
on at
this point. Just find her and set her free.”

Koenma nodded as he turned his back to the demon
to leave
him be. His cape flaring out behind him, he opened the door from the
cell to
let himself out so he could take the next step in saving the slaves
trapped in
Makai.

Nari was quick to write a new letter to the
‘beautiful’
Suzuka as quickly as she was able. She wasn’t aware what was going on
with Yoko
Kurama or Yomi, but it mattered little to her at that moment. A part of
her
feared one or the other walking in on her to punish her for trying to
pull off
the stunt she was attempting. Managing to scribble upon the clean sheet
before
her once she tip-toed back into the building, Nari quickly made her way
back
outside the same way she came with the bird remaining perched upon her
shoulder
knowing he couldn’t leave unless another piece of paper was within his
talons.

Her bare feet causing the crunching of the dry
leaves beneath
her, she rolled up the slip of paper to give to the bird once more.
“There you
go, buddy,” she whispered breathlessly. She was frightened she would
get caught
by one of the demons or worse, one of her masters. “Take it to The
‘Beautiful’
Suzuka. Can you do that for me? And hurry, please!”

The beak of the male pearl quickly plucked at the
paper to
snatch it up to take with him on his journey back towards the outskirts
of the
demon city. A muffled chirp rumbling within his throat, he quickly took
off with
a furious flapping of his beautiful wings leaving a few feathers behind
to show
he was molting.

Cupping her hand over her eyebrows to watch the
bird take
off until it was out of sight, Nari eventually turned quickly to head
back
inside. But as her bruised hands had rested upon the doors before her,
sharp
nails embedded within her shoulder, forcing her to turn around quickly.
Inhaling sharply at the demon before her, she backed up against the
doors,
praying they would at least recede backwards or open under the pressure
she was
placing upon it.

Yomi’s eyes narrowed further at the frightened
young woman
before him as his arms remained positioned at his sides. “And exactly
what are
you up to?”

Nari was fearful at that moment that Yomi might
had
witnessed her giving the letter to the bird she sent off not too long
ago but
she said not a thing towards it. Swallowing any words that might
incriminate
her, she shook her head nervously, “I—I am not doing anything.”

The smell of doubt was ever so strong as Yomi
furrowed his
expression into complete anger at her choice of words. “You’re lying to
me!” He
yelled loudly as his palm met with Nari’s cheek harshly, almost tearing
off a
bit of her skin.

Nari’s body hit the ground from the force of the
slap. She
dared not to move from where she was lying there upon the ground. She
feared to
as the demon stood there, loaming over her. Her hand coming up close to
her
face to prevent another harsh slap from her master, she covered her
expression
with her unkempt hair not wanting the demon to see her scared and
shaken look.

Yomi bent down to grab up the girl by the wrist
that was
exposed to him, almost yanking her arm out of her socket. He was
enraged, that
much was clear, but he voiced not why to the frightened woman as he
hurried her
on inside with a few, furious swearing words directed at her under his
breath. “Get
in there, you stupid whore!” Keeping the human by the upper arm, he
forcefully
pushed her back inside of the mansion.

Nari fought against Yomi this time, unlike the
others. She
tried her hardest to get away from him but he kept a firm grip on her
arm,
which he threatened to break if she didn’t settle. “Let go of me!” She
demanded
boldly, screaming and clawing at the beast that had a hold of her.

“I swear, if you don’t stop moving around, I am
going to
break your neck!” Yomi threatened, yelling his last couple of words as
he hurried
her towards his bedroom.

Nari tried her best to fight against the horned
demon but to
no avail as he dragged her, almost by her hair at one point, to his
bedroom
that was located in one of the many halls on the right. Everything
before her
was a blur as soon as she stepped through that door again when Yomi’s
hand
greeted with the back of her head, forcing her down towards the floor
quickly.
The instinct to bring up her palms, Nari did so to avoid smacking her
head
harshly on the wooden floor. Her tangled, messy hair pooled out before
her as
she tried to push herself back up but not without further ‘help’ from
Yomi.

Yomi grabbed onto her wrists to bring behind her
back almost
like she was going to be cuffed by the police as his other hand gripped
firmly
on the back of her neck. He guided her harshly to the bed he had that
was a
regular looking bed to Nari from what she could see before being forced
face
first upon it. “You are never, NEVER
supposed to be out of this building unless Yoko Kurama and or I have
you by
that chain that shows you the low class you are!” He growled angrily at
her,
his fangs apparent as he shifted her over onto her back by grabbing
onto her
right shoulder to flip her over.

Nari’s broken eyes could only look at him with a
furious
expression—one she was not afraid to show at that moment. “There is
nothing you
can do at this point that would hurt me any further that I am
already…,” she
hissed softly.

Yomi’s palm quickly slapped down on top of Nari’s
mouth,
watching as she flinched and closed her eyes quickly as if to prepare
for
whatever was to come her way. His free hand gripping onto his sash, he
pulled
it quickly from his waist to allow his attire to loosen about his firm
body and
collapse to the floor bellow. Bending down close to her ear, the bed
creaked
slightly from the young woman moving in attempts to get away from him
only to
no avail. “We shall see about that,” he whispered eerily to her.

Blinking her green eyes a few times at the time,
she
breathed heavily through her nostrils in attempts to release her fear
through
those exhaling breaths. She remained there, tensed on her back before
feeling
her folds being harshly parted with the demon’s member he was forcing
inside of
her. Since she didn’t want him inside of her it hurt horribly as he was
forcing
her tensed walls apart with his organ. Her back arching off of the
bedcovers
she was placed upon, Nari released a muffled scream of pain against his
palm
though it was filled with mostly anger than anguish.

“This is what you GET
for exiting Yoko Kurama’s room without his say-so!” The demon’s voice
was
hardly audible thanks to the growling anger filled grunts that
converged over
the words he spoke. His horrible thrusting picking up pace, her walls
that were
so dry started to bleed due to no lubrication adding in his manhood
cruelly
caressing his slave’s walls.

All during the horrible sexual assault, Nari could
tell it
was more of anger release that had been gathered before hand and not
from the
fact that she had been spied outside of the mansion without a master
nearby. Her
long, uneven and broken nails dug deeply into his skin about the wrist
area as
she tried her hardest to make him remove his hand whilst tossing her
head about
with wild, muffled screams. Get off of
me! She begged within her own mind, continuing to leave small
bleeding cuts
with her nails on the wrist she had a firm grip upon.

But Yomi refused to move from where he was. His
nails across
her mouth almost piercing her skin with the anger he was building up,
he
eventually relaxed them once his demonic seed caressed her walls
against her
will. The horned demon pulled his fingers from her face before moving
his spent
organ as well, his eyes glaring at her as if to keep her pinned there
in that
pose upon the bed without having to use his hands.

Nari remained positioned upon the bed, not wanting
to move
for her body ached horribly thanks to the forced sexual act. Her dusty
blond
hair covered her face as her hands remained there sprawled out close to
her
form almost in a surrendering position. She felt if she didn’t make any
movement or say anything, she would be fine. Nari wasn’t sure what got
into
Yomi, but she was beginning to believe that it had to do with someone
in the
thieving guild.

The demon said nothing further as he pushed
himself from
Nari’s body that was of little use to him. He merely redressed himself
as if
too focused on something else at the time to care about inflicting
further
abuse upon his slave. His knuckles rested against his cheek to indulge
in his
own thoughts as the rapping upon the other side of the door caught his
attention. “Who is it?” He asked irritably as he pulled his hand from
his
cheek. His eyes narrowed further and his words conveyed more than
irritability—it was a building rage.

“I need to speak to you, Yomi, it’s me,” Yoko
Kurama’s voice
merely stated from the other side of the door.

Nari looked up slightly from the bed at the door
that was
located not too far away from where she was resting. Hearing the words
muttered
angrily under Yomi’s breath, Nari could tell there was obviously
something
going on between the two demons. Her ivy green eyes watched him closely
as she
moved her form completely upon the bed covers wanting that bed to be
her safe spot
within the room.

Yomi headed for the door to open it and let
himself out
instead of letting Yoko Kurama inside. Truthfully, he didn’t want the
fox demon
to confront him in front of their slave. It would only make him feel
worse than
before. The door closing right behind him, he looked up at the towering
demon
with a serious expression upon his features. “What is it?” Yomi asked,
sounding
just as angry as ever.

“I thought I asked you not to go out on missions
against my
consent,” Yoko Kurama remarked neutrally. “I know you’ve been out again
on
dangerous raids without me, losing more of our members.”

Yomi was silent, standing there not defending
himself in any
form knowing it was true and he felt no remorse for it. He was working
to be
better and he didn’t care who it took to get there.

Yoko Kurama’s eyes narrowed further as he examined
his team
member closely. “What exactly are you planning, Yomi? Something doesn’t
seem right
with you lately.”

The young, battered human woman remained in the
bedroom,
listening closely to the muffled voices from behind the door. She
couldn’t hear
from where she was sitting upon the bed, so Nari boldly stepped off of
the
demon’s bedding to tiptoe over to the door to be able to listen a bit
better. Her
hands resting upon the cool polished wooden walls, she pressed her
right ear
against it to be able to hear the conversation.

“I am not planning anything,” Yomi responded,
lying through
his teeth. He had his own plans for the thieving guild he joined years
ago when
Yoko Kurama accepted him. It took him awhile to finally take a step
forward in
attempts to be something greater for his own purposes. He feared
attacking with
Kuronue at the fox demon’s side but with one less demon to muddy up the
works,
he started getting braver and becoming bold to go against Yoko Kurama.
“I don’t
know why you would think this when I have been with you loyally for so
long.”

Yoko Kurama could tell he was lying as he raised a
thin
silver brow at Yomi. He wasn’t so sure about his loyalty anymore and he
was
becoming leery. His hand gripping tightly onto Yomi’s neck, he pushed
the demon
harshly against the opposing wall to show he meant business this time
due to
the other solo missions the fox demon found out about.

Hearing the loud thump against the wall, Nari
jumped back
fearful that Yomi might break the wall thanks to the impact. Letting
the fear
subside, she placed her ear hesitantly back to the divider to continue
listening
in on the argument on the other side.

“You better hope and pray you’re not planning
something,”
Yoko Kurama grumbled. “I’ve lost enough of my members thanks to you.
Don’t make
me lose faith in you, Yomi or you will regret it.”

Nari flinched slightly as she moved from where she
was,
eavesdropping on the demon’s conversation. Managing to drag herself to
the bed
once more regardless of her pain, she couldn’t help but eye the door in
confusion at what was going on. I guess
Felix was right…something is going on with them both. Maybe if I am
lucky my
masters will get rid of one another and then I will be free or lack
there of.

The door to Yomi’s room opened once more, allowing
both
demons to come inside. Yomi headed straight for the bed to take Nari’s
chain
into his hands so he could order her angrily off of the bed she was
sitting
upon. “Come on, you damn bitch!” Yomi managed to get her over to her
other
master, expressing his anger in nearly slamming down the chain within
Yoko
Kurama’s open palm. “By the way, you might want to be careful with the
runt.
She snuck out and I caught her outside of the mansion.”

Nari pried herself off of the bed while flinching
in pain
thanks to the previous sexual encounter. Hunching over slightly, she
managed to
make her way up to the silver fox demon with her head lowered.
Embracing her
shaken body in fear of her upcoming punishment, she managed to look up
at him
through her unevenly cut hair that slightly pooled over her face. She
was
frightened now of what Yoko Kurama would do to get revenge on her as
she stood
there trying to show her obedience to him.

Yoko Kurama merely looked down at her with his
piercing gold
eyes and same intimidating look. His fingers enclosing about the chain
within
his hand, he shifted his attention upon Yomi with his ears erected to
show his
feelings on the matter were uncertain. “I will—speak with her about the
matter.
She is no longer your concern for the day.”

The tug on the chain ordered Nari to move forward.
Her feet
obeyed. She walked outside of Yomi’s room with the demon leader there
beside
her, acting mellow as ever though his face was consumed in the same
seriousness
as it always conveyed. She watched from
the corner of her eye as he remained there, staring at the door that
belonged
to Yomi’s room before finally tugging upon the metal within his palm.

“Let’s go,” Yoko Kurama demanded in his low tone
as he
walked through the many rooms and hallways to get to his own chambers.

It was showing signs of rain from what could be
seen through
the many windows and what could be heard from the bellowing
thunderclouds that
surrounded Makai from within the mansion. It made the sun retreat a lot
faster
for the day as the darkness of the clouds engulfed the only light that
afternoon. It put Nari a bit on edge but she merely flinched with every
growing
thunder roll and premature lightening strike.

Yoko Kurama’s room was soon insight after much
walking as
she was pushed inside, but not as harshly as the other times they had
so
brutally done so. The fox demon guided her over to the chair he would
sit at on
occasion as if thinking and planning his next move. He would remain in
that
chair for awhile with his knuckles resting upon his cheek with his
elbow upon
the armrest, remaining silent for so long.

The storm worsened within the hour and was the
only sound
Nari could hear with the added crackling of the fire the demon kept
lit. At
that moment, she feared a tornado due to the horrible wind blowing
about
outside and her son came to mind who was still left within the stall
without
her. Massaging her hands out of habit thanks to worry and nervousness,
Nari
tried to ignore the situation though it was difficult as the rain
brutally
tapped upon the windows as if begging to be let in.

Yoko Kurama watched from where he sat, one ear
twisted
towards the windows where he could clearly see the rain. “Does the
storm bother
you as it used to?” He asked almost randomly as his hand rested upon
her blond
hair.

Nari looked up at her master but only for a moment
as she
continued massaging away at her hands for awhile. “Not…as badly,” she
answered
almost inaudibly.

The demon looked back up at the windows that were
near his
bed as he moistened his lower lip in thought. “So, tell me, has Yomi
said or
done anything unusual in the past few days?”

Confused by his question, Nari looked up at him a
tilt of
her head, “‘Unusual’…Master Yoko Kurama?”

Sighing at how he had to break things down, he
expected no
less from a mere human being. Looking at one of his hands, he seemed to
admire
his long nails for a moment as he picked at the area underneath them.
“What I
mean is has he been doing things such as going out on his own missions
at odd
hours of the day? Did he ever tell you what he planned on doing? You
would be a
good girl and tell me if he was ever threatening to overthrow me now,
wouldn’t
you?” Yoko Kurama took his nails and placed them dangerously close to
Nari’s
neck as if threatening to choke her if she didn’t tell him the truth or
what he
felt she might know.

She could feel the tips of his nails just gracing
her abused
flesh, making her hold her breath as she slightly tilted backwards.
“I—I
haven’t seen or heard anything about him threatening to overthrow you
or
anything, Master Yoko Kurama, I swear it!” She said quickly, fear
running on her
every word.

Yoko Kurama knew fear would be the trigger for her
at any
point, even if she was immortal. He drew his fingers back away from her
neck as
he kept his sight fixed upon her. “You better be telling me the truth,
you
worthless human. If not, I will plan on killing you next.” His narrow,
cold
eyes shifted to the windows a few feet away when a loud thunder roll
caught his
attention with a slight raise of his ears. “That storm doesn’t seem to
be
guided by nature to me…” He muttered to himself, his fingers switching
back
over to Nari’s head to pet her like she was a common house pet.

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Author’s Notes:
Sorry, sorry—I withheld this chapter
after finishing it a month or so ago because I thought I could finish
up the
rest of the story and hold them in my possession till I got better or
felt like
posting. I have been horrible sick lately and have been for five years
but I am working on getting better. I was afraid
my fatigue might hinder the progress of the coming chapters but we
shall see. I
just thought I could finish it before college started again for me in
September
but I guess I wasn’t being reasonable. Hope you enjoyed.
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The Worthless Humans