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Go Ask Alice	By : redeyedemon Category: Yuyu Hakusho > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 2698 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, and I make absolutely not money from writing this fiction.

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Am I allowed to seriously dislike what I write? Because I'm not a huge fan of this chapter. I mean, it kind of had to happen and y'all probably saw it coming, but.... Yeah. This chapter is not or the faint of heart.

Warnings: Language. Rape. Illegal activities. Violent sex. Forced drug use. Fisting. Violence. Torture. Abuse. This is unbeta'd, so all mistakes are my own.

Pairings: Bui/Hiei. Sakyo/Hiei. Karasu/Kurama. Elder Toguro/Yusuke.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, especially not Yu Yu Hakusho, so please don't sue me.

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Six: Mad World

Hiei blinked, and the world swayed uneasily in and out of focus. He blinked gain, closing his eyes against the room’s lights. He groaned a little as his stomach rolled.

“You’re awake. Good.”

A smooth, cultured voice cut though Hiei’s thoughts, and he blinked again, shoes filling his vision, black and shiny. He waited for his vision to clear before taking on the slow, torturous process of lifting his head to take in long legs in fitted black pants. A cigarette hung from long fingers, connected to long arms encased in a form fitting black jacket, a crisp white shirt under it, and a blue tie that brought out piercing blue eyes, one crossed over by a long scar running the length of the man’s face. Hiei blinked again as the man lifting his cigarette to his lips. He crouched before Hiei, blowing smoke in his face, making his stomach roll again.

A scream sent his thoughts scrambling. Hiei jerked, trying to remember what was going on, and found his hands tied securely behind his back.

He had been dragged to the rave, and Kurama approached him with a pill slipping it between his lips before he kissed him, tangling Hiei’s tongue with his. The redhead’s eyes were bright as he tangled Hiei’s fingers in his hair, before he was dragged out to the dance floor.

Yusuke was there, pressed against his back as Kurama pressed against his front. The redhead bent to kiss him, red hair falling over his shoulder in waves and Hiei’s fingers gripped it like a life line. Yusuke’s teeth pressing into the side of his neck sent sparks through his system as the pill worked its way through his body.

Sharp pain broke through his thoughts and he realized he had been smacked. He blinked, fuzzy as he looked up into blue eyes. “Now, there you are. Don’t go drifting off,” Hiei tried to speak, but found his mouth dry, a strip of cloth caught between his teeth and soaking up any moister in his mouth. He settled for glaring venomously at the man before him as he tried to figure out what the hell was going on. The man smirked, flicking his cigarette away with casual arrogance. “Now, you’re obviously not where you think you should be,” Hiei raised an eyebrow at him with a slight growl. The man rolled his eyes in a manner that clearly said that Hiei was pushing his patience. “You’re very lucky you’re pretty.”

Hiei grunted, disagreeing with his luck. A big man stepped by behind him and Hiei blinked. The man had distinctive blue hair, and a scar across his face. The scar brought another flash of memory. Someone in the crowd slamming into him, hard enough to nearly knock him away from Yusuke and Kurama, and a sharp pain in his side before his memory really started going black. A hand fisted in his hair, drawing Hiei’s attention back to the man standing in front of him. Serious eyes studied him dispassionately and Hiei felt rather like he was being examined like a dog up for show.

“He’ll do,” The man said finally, dropping Hiei and standing, the motion leaving Hiei still a little dizzy. “Do what you will with him, Bui, but the buyers want them pretty,” the words were a warning and a threat, all rolled up in a smooth voice. “Ensure that Karasu leaves at least the redhead’s face intact. He’s pretty enough to sell no matter.”
The man, whom Hiei would only assume was Bui made an affirmative noise. “And the other?”

“Toguro is working him over. Working some of the… fight out of him.”

With that that man strode confidently from the room as if he’d just left a business meeting, not the scene of a kidnapping. Hiei wasn’t left to ponder on that for long, as the larger man, Bui, knelt down in front of him. He held a syringe in his hand the instantly sent Hiei struggling. The man just laughed, using Hiei’s arm to toss the bound teenager onto his stomach, pinning him easily. “This will just make you a little more complacent,” A prick at his arm and ice spread through his veins. Large fingers twisted into his hair, lifting Hiei’s head, and he struggled to focus his eyes as Bui’s breath fanned over his ear and neck. “And, from right here, you have such a perfect view of your friend. It’s not a sight you’ll have for much longer.”

Hiei’s eyes were a little wide, because he’d already trained his gaze on Kurama. The redhead was stretched out on the floor on the other side of the room. Ropes encircled both of Kurama’s wrists, and looped through what looked like a D ring embedded in the floor. Some sort of cloth had been shoved into his mouth, muffling any noises he might have been making. A dangerous looking dark hair man was leaning over his naked body, even as Kurama tried a little fruitlessly to twist away from him. The man stroked red hair, murmuring something low in Kurama’s ear that made him flinch and twist hard, though it did nothing to throw Karasu off of him.

“Pretty view, isn’t it?” Bui’s voice was low in his ear as Hiei fought the urge to give in to the ice flowing through him, to fight Bui’s hands as they forced his knees up under him, his cheek pressed into rough carpeting.

He wanted to fight, he really did. To fight off the man now draped across his back, to help Kurama as the dark man laughed manically as he decorated the redhead’s skin with a lit cigarette, to find Yusuke and get the hell out of wherever the hell they were. But if felt like his bones were melting into the floor below him. His hands clenched, and he could feel Bui pressing against him, and pushing into his body with nothing that could qualify as preparation and minimal lubrication. It burned, despite the feeling of numbness lacing through him.

Hiei didn’t actually remember closing his eyes, but he must have, because a scream from Kurama that the gag couldn’t quite suppress had him snapping his eyes open, and focusing hazily on the redhead. Pale legs were thrown over black clad shoulders, Karasu seeming content to use Kurama’s body like a rag doll, whether the redhead fought him or not. Though there was little Hiei could actually do, he tensed, trying. Bui grunted at the motion, growling words that Hiei couldn’t actually focus on. Hiei let out a low breath, closing his eyes, and trying to focus on anything but what was going on behind him, and barely ten feet in front of him. It didn’t take much. Whatever drug had been injected in his system took over and he drifted into a world of black.

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Yusuke fought as much as he could. Whatever had knocked out Hiei and Kurama either hadn’t been used on him, or he hadn’t gotten the full does because he had roused before either of the other two, and he had fought like hell.

And, that hadn’t led to anything good.

The man in charge, whose name Yusuke didn’t know yet, had given Yusuke to a man apparently name Toguro to be ‘reformed’. If that had been the punishment for mouthing off and sarcasm in high school, it might have had more of an effect than detention.

Yusuke shifted with a wince, feeling broken ribs shift against each other and as he tried to focus on the dark room, he realized that at least one of his eyes was going to be swollen shut soon. Dark sheets hung over the windows and allowed very little light into the room, but he could make out the shapes of two other people in the room.

“Hiei. Kurama.”

No real response came from either of the figures on the floor, but one made a soft, mildly distressed noise. Yusuke tried to move again, before the door creaked open slowly. The few moments of light from the hallway showed an almost slight figure creeping around the door, letting it close behind him. Yusuke recognized the man from a glimpse as Toguro had dragged him away. He was almost demonic looking, and he cackled as he caught Yusuke’s gaze, creeping across the floor.

“My brother got to have his fun with you, but not being able to touch didn’t quite complete the fantasy.”

Yuskue fought the man’s hands on him, because a beating he could take in stride and had for most of his life, but this wasn’t the same thing, and the hell if Yusuke was going to take that lying down. But there was very little he could do as pain laced through is system, nearly paralyzing him. The man’s laugh bordered on pure evil as a show collided with Yusuke’s side, and the dark hair teen gasped, in too much pain to even scream as he collapsed on his stomach.

He was too shocked with pain to even dredge up the illusion of a struggle as his already ripped pants were dragged down over his hips, effectively hobbling his legs if he’d been in the frame of mind to move.

“Fucker,” Yusuke managed, throwing the snarled and somewhat slurred word over his shoulder. The man (Toguro’s brother?) knelt behind him, working his belt as he tossed a bottle of lube on the floor.

Stabbing pain from behind kicked in his already broken ribs was fading to just the basic bone grinding pain. Yusuke gritted his teeth, finding that his arm was apparently fractured as well, if not broken, as it was crushed under his body weight, scraping along the floor. The carpet might as well have been layers of broken glass.

Barely slicked fingers pressed into his body far more quickly than he was prepared for. Yusuke winced, his good hand braced over his head, nails gripping the carpet, fibers coming off under his fingers.

“It’ll quite the pity if we can’t train and sell you properly. We’ll have to kill you of course. Maybe Sakyo will give you to me to… dispose of, like he did the last girl.”

Maniac Yusuke though, but he couldn’t unclench his jaw long enough to actually speak. He grunted as another finger was forced into his body. He focused on the pain to block this psycho’s voice. He needed to either hurry up and fuck him or kill him and get the fuck out. Yusuke wanted to make sure Hiei and Kurama were at least alive if he could.

A sharp gasp escaped Yuskue as a smack met his skin, another finger stretching him more than uncomfortably.

Yuskue twisted out of instinct. “The hell…”

His curse was cut off as the motion of his body remind him just how badly he was injured, and the invading digits twisted and the burning sensation began to spread all the way through his lower back. That brought forth an actual whimper. He could feel the thickest part of the man’s hand pressed against his now very over stretched ring of muscle.

He considered praying to anyone who would listen that he was over reacting and this man was just abusing him and he wasn’t going to shove his entire, inadequately lubed hand up his ass. Kuronue was the only one he’d ever allowed to do that, and Yusuke had been tied down and massaged and relaxed into complete compliance.

And lube. Lots and lots of lube.

Yuskue genuinely had not felt this much pain since he’d first taken it up the ass and even then, the guy had taken more care. Horrible, tearing pressure, that felt like it was splitting him in two forced a shaking cry from his lips.

“Will you cry for me, pretty little boy? I bet I can make you,” The man’s voice was low, and he twisted his hand again, apparently having added more lube because his hand slid forward, his thumb tucked into as well. Yusuke’s breath hitched, and he struggled not to cry, because part of his felt like it. He could hear the slick sound of flesh on flesh, like the man was stroking himself with his free hand as the other continued to press into him. Yusuke’s squeezed his eyes shut against tears as that last moment of pain and the man’s fist pushed through that last ring of muscle and inside of him. He couldn’t hold back the cry of pain, hot friction and delicate skin slicker with blood.

The door opened again, wider this time, fast enough to slam against the wall. Yusuke didn’t notice, his body wracked with pain and all his focus was on denying any tears that would fall from his eyes.

“Brother,” Toguro’s deep voice rumbled through the room, and Yusuke flinched, making the other man groan deeply behind him. “If you damage him like you damaged the girl, I will be forced to eliminate you. Sakyo wants these three for profit.”

The sounds of flesh on flesh never stopped, and the words were interrupted with moans. “I just wanted to… Oh… Play, brother….”

Toguro grunted in irritation. “Don’t. Damage. Him. Any of them.”

With that, the door slammed shut. “Looks like I’ll have to hurry up. Don’t worry. We’ll play again soon.”

Yusuke grunted as the hand inside of him twisted, and man grunting behind him. He felt hot semen hit his back, immediately making his skin itch. Yusuke’s breath shook as the hand was withdrawn from his body, the mixture of very little lubricant, and his own blood was wiped carelessly on his pants and he was allowed to collapse to his side, the pain of his broken ribs overcome by sheer exhaustion.

The door opened and closed again before Yusuke allowed himself to let out a slow breath, his body curling in on itself. Tears escaped his eyes slowly as he shook, his bad arm clutched to his chest, the other hugging his own body. He silently swore revenge and gritted his teeth in an attempt to control the pain and his own breathing.

Eventually, exhaustion from the pain took over and Yusuke’s world was black.

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“You’re going to make someone such a pretty little fuck toy,” Kurama cringed on the floor, Karasu’s voice echoing behind him as the man knelt behind his prone form. He’d been flipped onto his stomach, his hands still attached to the ring installed in the floor, his knees pulled under him. Karasu knelt behind him, his hands moving over pale skin. A ball gag fitted between his teeth, keeping quiet cries behind it. Karasu’s hand landed on Kurama’s ass with a sharp crack, making him cry out again behind the gag. It was making his jaw ache. Karasu laughed darkly. “Maybe when I’ve filled my contract to Sakyo I’ll come find you and commandeer you for myself.”

Kurama closed his eyes and bit down hard on the rubber between his teeth in an effort to stay still. That was a fate worth than death and something he didn’t even want to think about. Kurama kept his eyes squeezed shut tight as Karasu leaned over his back, sliding nearly cold hands up his sides, the feeling nearly making Kurama gag.

“Oh, don’t be like that, precious,” Karasu’s voice as dark and mocking, his fingers gripping Kurama’s chin cruelly. The sudden pain forced Kurama’s eyes open, watering a little. “That’s better. Any master will be lucky to have you,” He sighed dramatically, his grip tightening on Kurama as he ground clothed hips against the redhead’s exposed ass. “It is a pity you were such a whore before we found you. You’ll do, but I do so love breaking in virgins.”

The words caused Kurama to close his eyes again, jerking away from the man as much as he could. The motion was met with a laugh, and he released Kurama long enough to unbutton his pants, laughing again as Kurama jumped a little at the sound of the zipper going down, trying to curl in on himself, despite the position he was in.

“I’m sure we could sell you as a virgin,” Karasu mused, his tone one used more to talk to a prized animal or inanimate object than a human. He palmed the globes of Kurama’s ass, spreading them and watching as the hole between them clenched in what would end up being a vain attempt to keep him out. Karasu always got what he wanted. He pressed his thumbs into the hole from either side, his amusement only growing as Kurama attempted to squirm away. “You’re very tight, despite allowing just about anyone to use your body like a cheap call girl.”

A muffled yelp escaped him, his chest ballooning as Kurama panted. Karasu’s nails dug into his skin, leaving slightly bleeding trails in his wake.

Fighting was useless. He’d learned that the first time, which hadn’t stopped him. The next couple of time Karasu had come after him, he’d struggled, but his spirit had slowly been worn down.

Now, he really wasn’t sure how much more of it he could take before going insane. He was entirely certain that he wouldn’t survive being sold off to some rich sicko as their plaything. He felt Karasu’s thumbs press into his body, focusing on unclenching his teeth and just relaxing and accepting it. It would only hurt more otherwise, and while he’d heard Karasu be ordered not to damage him (because that was the client’s choice, not his) he knew how badly he could make it hurt. Usually he was hurt just for the sake of hurting, but there were ways to make it hurt less.

Kurama started by unclenching his fists. His eyes were still closed, and he had to focus on keeping them that way as Karasu’s fingers worked into his body in a mockery of actual preparation. It was just enough that Kurama wasn’t torn or damaged internally when Karasu took him, despite the bruises and mild burns that decorated his body regularly. Kurama let out another slow breath, forcing the thoughts from his mind, and trying to convince the muscles in his aching shoulders to relax as well. It took longer, but he managed, a sharp breath leaving his body as Karasu added another finger to his ‘preparation’ far more quickly that could ever be considered reasonable or comfortable. Another deep breath kept him from tensing at the pain, slowly but surely forcing himself to relax, even around Karasu’s invading digits. The man didn’t seem to notice in the slightest, just adjusting Kurama’s now pliant hips as he thrust into him. The breath left Kurama’s body in a rush, but came with no sound or other indication the he’d even noticed. It really was just easier to allow this and retreat into his own mind. Kurama focused on the sound of his own breathing, the sharp in and out that slowly evened out into something akin to calm.

Something was wrong.

Karasu stilled his thrusts, still within the boy’s body as he examined the nearly frail form below him. Up until now, he had been tense, fighting everything that had happened to him with a determination that Karasu could admire, even if it made him want to the destroy the boy all the more.

Now, though, the boy was still. Not frozen in pain or fear, just still.

“No you don’t,” Karasu nearly screamed, pulling away from him to flip the redhead onto his back. Kurama went like a ragdoll, not even trying to fight the motion. He didn’t even open his eyes until Karasu’s hand lashed out, cracking across his skin, leaving a bright red mark in its wake. Even then, Kurama’s head stayed tipped to the side, his gaze a little blinked, like the slapped had surprised him, but hadn’t really registered.

Karasu gripped his throat hard enough to bruise, lifting his head to slam it back down on the floor. The blow knocked breath from Kurama’s body, but he didn’t react otherwise. Karasu snarled as he stared down into listless green eyes, slamming the redhead down again before he stood angrily and stormed from the room.

The blows to his head left Kurama swimming even more than he had been before, blackness creeping into his vision around the edges, even with his eyes open. As the ceiling turned into a black hole that was slowly swallowing him, Kurama couldn’t even take satisfaction in the fact that his stunt meant that Karasu hadn’t gotten off.

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“As long as his body isn’t broken, I don’t really care about the state of his mind. No one really wants a pet that’s going to bit them anyways.”

Hiei blinked, slowly. His vision was blurry and he wasn’t entirely sure where he was, but the voices around him seemed too loud. There were shoes in his field of vision, two sets of them. A pair of dress shoes under impeccably tailored pants that he was sure he should recognize, and pair of shiny black boots that he knew were familiar as well.

Another voice hissed something low, the tone easily conveying anger and frustration though Hiei couldn’t hear what was being said. A slap cut the voice off.

“It’s your own fault if you traumatized him so much that he stopped responding. Don’t break your play things if you want to keep them.”

Another slow blink, and Hiei tipped his head a little as he caught a glimpse of red hair. He recognized Kurama, now propped up a against the wall, his wrists hand cuffed together, his head lolled against his chest.

The voice must have spoken again, because the boots stalked from the room, Hiei following the progress a little groggily until they left the room completely, slamming the door behind them, and the noise made Hiei cringe. A face appeared in front of him, jerking his attention to another man he recognized, though he couldn’t place a name with the face. He just knew this man was familiar. He or Bui came with a needle freedom from the horrible pain that wracked his body when he was left too long. At the moment, black spiders were crawling around the edges of his vision. Sakyo gripped his chin, examining his clouded gaze.

A sharp prick to the inside of his arm, and ice spread through his veins. It was just such a huge relief at that point because Hiei’s skin felt like it was crawling off of him. The ice spreading through him slowed the feeling, but it would take a good deal of time before it actually stopped. Sakyo gripped his chin again, examining his eyes. “Now that’s better, isn’t it? You want to repay me properly, don’t you?”

Hiei nodded a little drowsily, and he just continued nodding like a bobble head doll as Sakyo dragged him to his knees.

Insistent pressure had Hiei dropping his jaw. The taste as Sakyo forced his cock into his mouth made Hiei gag a little before he tried to swallow and ended up accepting Sakyo’s cock into the back of his throat. The dark haired man groaned as he thrust hard into Hiei’s mouth, long fingers tangled in Hiei’s hair. Hiei was a little dazed as he blinked slowly up at the man, his suit slightly crumpled where his erection had tented them, and where they now rested around his hips.

The thrusts became more forceful as Sakyo’s grip tightened. He came with a grunt, flooding Hiei’s mouth with his come for a moment, before pulling out to cover his face as well. Hiei just blinked owlishly, looking exceptionally pale, his eyes a little too big in his face as he slumped when Sakyo released the grip he had on him.

The world grew dim again, and Hiei vaguely heard Sakyo order for someone to clean up the mess before he blacked out.

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It was dark. Yusuke could tell because the drapes had been pulled in the room for some reason, and he could see the stars in the night sky outside the window. There was a tree the cast shadows across the room from the week light of the moon.

Yusuke took all of this in while attempting to focus on anything but the malicious man kneeling behind him. That was harder than it seemed. Yusuke cried out a little at a forceful thrust from the atrocious dildo that had been shoved up his ass this time. It was as big around as his wrist at the start and just go progressively bigger as it went, with a series of large bumps along the way. Yusuke could feel and nearly count each and every one of the barely lubed inch of the dildo pressing unrelentingly into his body.

He was never going to be the carpet fibers out from under his nails, because this position as becoming far too familiar. There was probably an impression of the carpet fiber in his cheek.

“Fuck!” The cry fell from his lips before he could stop. The elder Toguro brother had shoved particularly roughly with the dildo, forcing Yusuke’s body forward, nearly into the wall. Yusuke’s collar bone had been broken at some point, rubbing painfully as his chest pressed into the floor, the collection of broken bones leaving him weak, in pain, and almost constantly nauseated. The ribs had never really been given the chance to heal, and Yusuke could only hope that one punctured a lung at this point because it would mean an end to this. Hiei was strung out on something. It kept him mumbling and rambling aimlessly, almost completely unable to move from his position on the floor, his hands tied uselessly. Kurama had been tied to the floor at one point, but he had been moved to a corner, his hands tied, but Yusuke hadn’t seen him move or speak. If he couldn’t see the redhead’s somewhat shallow breathing, he would have been a little convinced that Kurama was dead.

The elder Toguro brother wasn’t exceptionally intimidating as a man. Creepy and a little insane, yes, but he wasn’t physically imposing like the younger of the two. He couldn’t kick Yusuke’s ass into submission, but he could use Yusuke’s body afterwards and use it he did. He seemed to have a never ending supply of disturbing sex toys that he implemented in place of his inadequate cock.

“The boss doesn’t seem to think that you’re going to be ready for sale,” The voice was high and taunting as one hand slid up Yusuke’s back, pressing intentionally into bruises and discoloured places were bone was broken and muscles torn under the skin. “If you’re not ready by the auction, we’ll have to get rid of you,” The threat was obvious, and so was the obvious glee that the man took in the statement. “We can’t stay here and dragging such a horribly behaved boy along with us would be exceptionally inconvenient.”

It was on the tip of his tongue to tell the man to fuck off. It was a good a response as any in this situation, because he wasn’t going to sit down and be ‘good’ and that just meant that the younger Toguro was going to come and an beat the shit out of him. But, his jaw was bruised, and could probably have been broken in a few places, and have his face pressed down into the floor made it nearly impossible for him to speak.

A grunt, and a noise close to a high whine preceded the feeling of warm semen hitting his back and ass and the back of his thighs.

The man smeared his fingers through his spend, wiping it over Yusuke’s lips before while he couldn’t fight the motion. Yusuke glared as his felt the man pat his ass like he was a particularly good animal. It made the…. Thing in his ass shift uncomfortably. “We’ll just leave that there, shall we? Just so you don’t feel empty, yes?”

Yusuke snarled mostly to himself as he slumped to the side, his legs weak. He didn’t have the energy yet to get around to removing monstrosity from his ass. It would just be replaced by another one, and another one. Maybe being sold would be the better choice.

Or death, but Yusuke really didn’t think that the way he was being treated led to being sold as a treasured pet unless someone wanted him for some sort of whipping boy. He wouldn’t be surprised.

“Yusuke.”

The boy in question blinked, shifting uncomfortably again, as much as he could, because it wasn’t much. Hiei’s voice was low and almost broken sounding. Yusuke blinked at him. The younger teen was curled on his side, his eyes hazy as he stared at Yusuke.

“Hey, Hiei.”

Hiei’s eyes slipped closed, and he was silent after that, but Yusuke felt a little better. Whatever they were injecting him with, he as awake enough to be somewhat aware. Yusuke twisted as well as he could with his good arm, air hissing through his teeth as he slowly but surely pulled the dildo from his body, tossing it to the side with an air of disgust. That done and the last of his strength expired, Yusuke collapsed again.

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And, that's chapter six. Does elder Toguro freak anyone out but me? Props if you read that all in one go, because it took me a while to write and edit. Anyways.

Also! There was a really big sex trade ring in Colorado a few years back where high school students were kidnapping girls and selling them off, and there's definitely a big case going on right now trying to stop it, especially out of the suburbs. So, this is totally realistic.

Til next time.
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