Haruka's Fanfiction

I wrote this massive crossover in 1997 (and yes, it was completed. There are 22 chapters total.) Some of the series represented here are Sailormoon, Gundam Wing, Yuu Yuu Hakushou, Fushigi Yuugi, Dirty Pair Flash, Twin Signal, Rurouni Kenshin, Earthian, Arislan, Inuyasha, Maze, Slayers Next, Ranma 1/2, Violinist of Hamelin, Akazin Cha Cha, Wedding Peach, Escaflowne, and maybe more I've forgotten. The fic is old enough that the formatting may be weird because of the word processor I was using when I saved it, so please forgive that. It is extremely ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, so please don't correct me on canon -- I chose to ignore it. Everything below is left as it was when I first wrote it.

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WARNING! This fanfic contains most if not all of the
following: graphic descriptions of S&M, non-consensual m/m f/f sex,
violence, rape, torture, physical and/or emotional abuse, humiliation,
degradation, suffering, regret, angst, misunderstandings, etc. If _any_
of the above bothers you even a little PLEASE DON'T READ ANY
FURTHER! If you do not heed this warning, I am not responsible.
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Seigi - Part 12

by Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

--

As Kurama peered into Nakago's cabin, the first thing he
noticed was how well it suited the man. It was cold and
impersonal no touches added to make it homey like photos or books
being read or clothes folded over chairs. And no flowers or plants!

"Here's Kurama, where's Van?" Hiei asked curtly, twisting his
end of Kurama's leash in his fist.

Nakago turned away from staring at Kurama to look at Van as
he came from the bedroom. "Good, you're ready. Master Hiei is
waiting to take you to his cabin. I'll see you in the morning."

"I'm coming to get Kurama at eleven tonight," Hiei said
evenly. "I don't want him spending the whole night away from me."

Nakago frowned, then shrugged. "All right, perhaps that's
best, considering neither of us usually loan the two of them." He held
out his hand for the leash, but Hiei ignored him and unhooked the
leash from Kurama's collar, stuffing it into his pocket. Nakago's
frown deepened. "You behave yourself for Master Hiei, Van."

"Yes, Master." Van shot a look of infinite gratitude at
Kurama, then followed Hiei out. The fire demon glanced back at
Kurama just before Nakago shut the door behind them. He smiled at
the redhead, and it warmed him about as much as an icecube down his
back.

"You _are_ beautiful." Nakago moved toward Kurama, who
resisted an almost-overpowering urge to step backwards.

"I'm going to enjoy this very much." Nakago reached around
and untied Kurama's ponytail, allowing the rich red tresses to fall free.

"Is there anything special you'd like me to do for you,
Master?"

"Oh, many things, lovely one. But the first thing you can do is
undress me."

"Yes, Master." Kurama reached up and began unfastening the
ties on Nakago's shirt. He'd promised himself that he'd take this
evening with Nakago one step at a time and deal with each as it came.
This part was easy enough.

Nakago watched every motion as Kurama worked. Van had
been very awkward in undressing him, and never did seem to acquire
any grace at it. Kurama, on the other hand, would probably be
graceful falling on his face. Nakago smiled to himself at the mental
picture of Kurama on his face. Before long, it would be more than just
imagination.

Kurama tried not to look at Nakago's manhood when he
stripped off the blonde man's pants. He supposed Nakago had a fine
body, but he'd much rather be with someone small, muscular, and
compact. How Hiei would enjoy having his clothes removed for him
about now, he thought wistfully.

"Very good," Nakago said as the last garment fell to the floor.
"Now yourself."

Kurama obediently slipped out of the vest, then unzipped his
shorts. It took some wiggling to peel them off, but Nakago didn't
seem to mind the show. When he was finally naked, the tall blonde
ran his fingers through Kurama's hair and over his bare shoulder.

"Exquisite," he murmured. His hand's exploration continued
down the boy's side and over his hip, slipping around him to squeeze
his left butt cheek. Kurama tried not to wince, but Nakago noticed the
slight flinch of his features. "Does that hurt you? You must be _very_
sensitive. Of course," he drawled, "you're not used to hands or other
parts of the anatomy--as large as mine. Not when you spend all your
time with Master Hiei."

Kurama bristled inside. He hated to hear anyone
underestimate Hiei just because of his size, especially someone like
Nakago. This bastard wasn't fit to lick Hiei's boots.

His heart skipped a beat as he realized Nakago was scrutinizing
him closely with suspicion.

"Did you just glare at me, Kurama?" he asked.

"No, Master."

"That's funny, I could have sworn you did." Nakago patted
Kurama's rear gently a couple of times, then surprised him with a
sharp swat that made the redhead jump.

"OUCH!" Kurama cried.

"That's for glaring at me," Nakago said. He suddenly
backhanded Kurama across the face, knocking him down. "_That's_
for lying to me."

Kurama struggled to sit up, one hand on his reddened cheek.
Damn, that hurt! He couldn't believe Nakago had the nerve to strike
him in the face! Didn't he know what Hiei would do to him if he
returned Kurama bruised? Or didn't he care?

The question was answered for him as Nakago grabbed a
fistful of Kurama's red hair and twisted it close to the scalp.

"I must admit, I don't know why your Master would trade you
for Van when he's been offered every other Pet on this ship for your
time, but I plan to take full advantage of my good fortune." He kissed
Kurama hard, holding him fast by the hair, and at the same time
reached down to squeeze the boy's member painfully. Kurama yelped
and tried to struggle, but Nakago wasn't loosening his grip. Finally, in
frustration and fury, he bit the blonde man's lip.

"Ow, damn it!" Nakago shoved Kurama away from him,
tentatively touching his swelling lip. He looked over at Kurama and
his eyes narrowed. "You're going to be one very sorry young man."

Kurama fought down his rising fear and backed away from
Nakago, murmuring the incantation that would bring forth one of the
nastier plants from Reikai. He smiled with vindictive satisfaction as
he concluded, and prepared to watch the evil man be eaten alive.

Seconds passed, Nakago advanced, and no plant appeared.

Kurama's smile vanished and he tried to summon a different
plant.

"Are you ready, Kurama?" Nakago asked icily.

The redhead broke into a sweat. Where the hell were his
plants?! Nakago was almost upon him. In desperation, he pulled a
rose from his hair.

"Rose whip!" he cried forcefully, snapping what should now
have been a long, deadly whip conprised of steel-sharp rose thorns.
Kurama's heart thudded in his chest when the rose remained a rose.

Nakago laughed derisively and grabbed Kurama's wrist. "You
foolish boy!" he said. "Did you think to harm me with _this_?" He
squeezed the wrist until Kurama dropped the rose.

"How?!" Kurama demanded. "Do you have a binding spell on
this cabin?!"

Nakago blinked in genuine surprise, then smiled cruelly.
"Didn't your Master ever tell you about the true nature of these?" He
held up Kurama's wrist. "These identification bands nullify
aggressive magic."

Kurama felt as if he'd been punched in the stomach, then the
feeling became a reality and he lay groaning on the floor.

"Stupid boy," Nakago said. "Did you really think any Master
would risk his own safety with a rebellious Pet? And despite your
incredible beauty, you're one of the most rebellious I've ever
encountered." He bent down and lifted Kurama over his shoulder,
heading for the bedroom.

"Put me down, you son of a bitch!" Kurama yelled, pounding
on Nakago's back. The air was knocked from him as he was dropped
onto the bed.

"Seems like you're used to getting your own way, pretty little
Kurama." Nakago loomed over him. "Your Master has spoiled you
badly. Fortunately, I know how to handle spoiled Pets."

"Go to hell!" With lightning speed, Kurama's left foot swept
around to connect with the side of Nakago's head, then he scrambled
off the bed and ran for the door. A blast of blue energy exploded in
Kurama's path and he leaped backwards.

Right into Nakago.

The Master still had one hand pressed to his temple, but the
other ensnared itself in Kurama's red tresses once more.

"So you're a martial artist as well," he growled. "It's true
there's nothing the wristbands can do about that kind of skill, but
believe me, boy, I can take the fight out of you."

Kurama felt the rush of air from the oncoming blow before it
actually connected. When it did, he saw stars, and one entire side of
his face exploded with pain. A matching blow met the opposite side.

"I want you to beg, proud little Kurama," Nakago told him in a
detached manner as he repeatedly slapped the boy's face. "If you beg
me, I might stop hitting you while you're still pretty."

Fury welled inside Kurama as blow after blow burned fire into
his cheeks. Even as he resented Nakago's implication that his looks
were all that mattered to him, he was enraged that this bastard just
_might_ do damage to his beauty. And the pain! How long before he
broke his nose or loosened some teeth? Already his ears were ringing
so loudly he could barely hear the sharp smacks of Nakago's hand
meeting his cheeks. Something stirred inside Kurama, something
familiar and calm -- something that longed to destroy this man who was
hurting him.

No, Kurama thought fiercely, no Youko!

He saw a splatter of blood spray Nakago's chest was it from
his nose? His lip? Everything hurt so much he couldn't discern one
source of agony from another. The internal stirring grew stronger.

He envisioned Hiei's face upon seeing him. He'd be furious,
but would he also be disgusted?

"You're a brave boy, Kurama," Nakago told him, slapping him
viciously once more. "Does pain mean nothing to you? What if I
were to take a leather strap to your perfect buttocks?"

No! Kurama gritted his teeth as the strengthening sensations
threatened to overwhelm him.

Nakago backhanded him hard, releasing him at the same time
so that he fell to the floor. When he finally managed to raise his head,
he saw the strap in the blonde man's hand.

"Lay yourself on the bed, face down," Nakago instructed.

Kurama didn't respond. He only glared hatred at Nakago, who
frowned at him.

"What ... what's happening to your hair?" he asked slowly.

I'm sorry, Hiei, Kurama thought, enjoying Nakago's changing
facial expressions as the red hair turned silver, his body matured to
adult, and furry ears and a tail sprouted.

"I am Youko Kurama," he said, gracefully rising from the
floor. "You are nothing."

Nakago blinked, then gave Youko his icy smile. "Beautiful
_and_ arrogant," Nakago commented. "But you are still wearing the
wristband, Youko. You're as powerless as your other form."

"We'll see, human," Youko said coolly.

--

"I see," Van said quietly, his hands warmed by the cup of tea
he held between them. "So Kurama is more than just another agent to
you."

He's everything to me, Hiei thought, but knew he wouldn't say
out loud. "He's new at Seigi, though. This is his first mission."

"It was my and Fish Eye's first, too," Van admitted. "But you
already know that." He smiled. "I'm so glad Fish Eye made it home
safely."

"He's worried about you."

"I was worried about _him_, too," Van said. "He went through
hell with Sesshomaru when he was here, and then when he jumped
overboard, I could only hope he made it."

"There are other Seigi agents here now. Kei and Yuri are ours,
and you know Duo." Hiei made a face that caused Van to smile.
"There are others coming in tomorrow when we dock. Pulse and
Nuriko are posing as parents of two kids who are shopping for their
first Pets. They're new agents Pulse's brother Signal and Kagetsuya's
angel partner Chihaya. Another new agent, Yui, will be one of Pulse
and Nuriko's Pets, and the other is Kenshin."

"Wow, Setsuna wasn't taking any chances this time, was she?"
Van shook his head. "It was such a shock to see Duo. How on earth
did he get to be Master Quatre's Pet?"

"Hn. By walking up and introducing himself, I gather. No one
ever said he was smart."

"Well, he's in a good position, isn't he? If he can get into
Master Quatre's private files "

"_If_ is exactly the word." Hiei studied him closely. "Fish
Eye told us what it's been like for you, but even he doesn't know
everything."

Van sighed and shrugged. "Nakago is a sadistic bastard. He
barely socializes with other Masters, although the past couple of days
he's started venturing out with me. I'm wondering if he's starting to
tire of me."

Hiei lifted an eyebrow. "What happens then?"

"He says he'll kill me," Van replied frankly. "I don't know if
he's serious or not, but I would guess that he is."

"I think the best idea would be to get you away from him,"
Hiei said. "If you've the strength for it, you should start flying now. I
can tell him you jumped overboard like Fish Eye did."

"If I did that, he'd be able to claim Kurama from you, because
I was lost while in your custody," Van told him, then looked away.
"Besides, I can't fly now."

"Why not?" Hiei demanded.

"Nakago put a binding spell on me. I can't bring out my
wings."

"Damn him," Hiei muttered.

Van paused, looking at Hiei thoughtfully. "You're very
worried about Kurama, aren't you?"

"He can take care of himself," Hiei snapped. "He's a youkai
under that human facade. If Nakago gets too ugly, he'll just whip up a
nice flesh-eating plant and -- why are you shaking your head?"

"Remember the wristbands?" Van said pointedly.

Hiei frowned. "What are you talking about?"

Van stared at him. "The identification bands." He held up his
wrist. "The magic-nullifying spell on them."

Hiei, being a fire demon, was unfamiliar with the concept of
feeling chilled. Until now. "You mean Kurama has no power?" he
asked tightly.

"Nothing that can harm a Master," Van said, his expression
concerned. "Didn't Fish Eye tell you about that?"

"No!" Hiei exploded. "That idiot! I'll slice him up for sushi
the next time I see him!" He strode toward the door.

"Where are you going?" Van asked.

"To get Kurama back, of course!"

"You can't!" Van jumped up. "Nakago is under no obligation
to return him before the designated time. And what would your
excuse be, anyway? _You're_ supposed to already know about the
wristband's spell!"

Hiei stopped at the doorway. "Shit," he growled.

"I'm sorry," Van said softly. "But Kurama should be all right
as long as he does exactly what he's told."

Hiei cast a wry look over his shoulder. "Then it's already too
late."

--

Youko swore under his breath as he once again slammed into
the wall. Physically he knew he was stronger than Nakago, but he
wasn't getting close enough to the man to prove it. Blue blasts of
energy hit him every time he made an attempt to advance, and that
coupled with the earlier beating was taking its toll on him.

"Enough of this playing around. I'm ready for the real thing,"
Nakago said calmly. He walked over to Youko and grabbed his chin.
"You're certainly beautiful, but I'm not into beastiality. I want the
redhead back before I take you to my bed."

Youko's lips curled back in a snarl. "Tough."

"Change back," Nakago commanded. "Now!"

"No." Youko jerked his chin from Nakago's grip. He smirked
nastily. "You're a powerful magician, but even you can't force my
change."

Nakago clenched his fists in fury. It was true. He wanted the
lovely young redhead whom Hiei was so protective of not this animal-
demon who felt as old as time to his psychic senses. He drew back his
hand and swung at Youko's face, but the kitsune caught his wrist
before he connected.

"You'll have to do better than that," he chuckled.

"Then I will," Nakago said, and blue energy shot out from
between his hands once more. Youko was hurtled onto the bed from
the force of it, and a moment later, Nakago had grabbed him by the
base of the tail and had yanked him onto his face. Youko tried to
strike back at him, but found he couldn't lift his arms from the bed. A
strange tingling in his wrists told him that a binding spell was now
upon them. His gold eyes glared over his shoulder at Nakago, who
roughly pushed Youko's legs apart.

"I've dealt with many cowards in my time," Youko snarled.
"But you're one of the worst."

"Shut up!" Nakago ordered, giving Youko's tail a vicious yank.
The pain nearly blacked the kitsune out, and in that moment when he
was still, Nakago drove into him.

Youko gritted his teeth against the initial thrust, then forced his
body to relax, knowing further pain would be lessened this way. He
concentrated fully on ignoring Nakago, determined that the man
would get no satisfaction from seeing any response. It wasn't
difficult -- he'd learned a few tricks over the past few centuries, and
mastering nearly full control over his own body and its reactions was
one of them. He focused his mind on Hiei instead and wondered if
he'd be able to heal himself before the fire demon next saw him or if
he should even try. Nakago would certainly deserve anything Hiei
dealt out if he just left things as they were. He _really_ didn't like the
idea of Hiei seeing him in anything less than his usually-perfect state,
however ....

Nakago was growing frustrated. He was thrusting inside the
Youko's body with all the brute force he could muster, yet the
creature's expression seemed almost pre-occupied. Was he _trying_
to act nonchalant or was he plotting some way out of his predicament?
Either way, Nakago resented the Youko's lack of response to the rape.
He grabbed the other man's hips, digging in his fingers hard enough to
bruise, and began his climax. Stealing a glance at Youko's face, he
expected to see some distress any kind of sign that he was struggling
against his own body. The kitsune remained impassive. He may as
well be planning a lunch menu from his expression! He wouldn't look
like that if he'd been in red-haired form _that_ Nakago was sure of!
Despite all his best planning, however, it appeared the proof of that
would never be known.

His climax was more of a disappointment than he wanted to
admit. Nakago somehow felt more frustrated after the act than he had
before. Youko merely glanced at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Is that it?" he inquired in amusement.

Nakago grabbed him by one furry ear and took petty
satisfaction in seeing him wince. "You think you've won? You've
only made me more determined than ever to have your redhaired
counterpart."

In spite of the pain of his ear, Youko smiled triumphantly.
"You won't have him tonight, and Master Hiei will never loan him to
you again. You've lost, 'Master' Nakago."

Nakago shoved him away and got up from the bed, stalking
into the bathroom. The sound of Youko's laughter echoed throughout
the cabin. What a fool, Youko thought as he got up from the bed and
made his way over to the mirror. He seethed when he saw how badly
bruised and swollen his face was. Nakago was damned lucky he
couldn't use his powers, but that wouldn't stop Hiei. He smiled
smugly as he considered all the beautifully painful ways in which
Nakago would suffer.

But he wouldn't, a small voice said inside him. Hiei and
Nakago are Masters and I am a Pet. Nakago violated no rules and
cannot be penalized.

Youko frowned at the nagging thought. Okay, so maybe Hiei
couldn't touch Nakago either. At least he didn't get any satisfaction
from raping me.

And who do you think will suffer for _that_?

Youko stubbornly tried not to let his thoughts go any further in
that direction, but it was too late. An image of Van came to him,
small and defenseless, as he and Hiei left him alone with an agitated,
frustrated Nakago.

Isn't that why I came on this mission? To save him from
further suffering at that man's hand? Even if it's only sparing him one
session, it would be worthwhile.

No, damn it, no! Youko growled internally.

Yes! insisted the voice, and Youko flicked his tail in
annoyance.

Fine, he thought peevishly, but I don't want any part of it.

With that, he allowed himself to slip into the background once
more.

The bathroom door opened and Nakago came out, stopping
abruptly. A slow smile spread across his face.

"Well, hello ...." He walked over to the bedside and fingered
the bright red tresses. "And what brought _you_ back?"

"I can't maintain Youko form for very long," Kurama said,
knowing Nakago would enjoy his victory more if he thought his
borrowed Pet was unwilling. It wasn't really a lie. Everything in him
hated this vile man's touch and wished him plant fertilizer, but deep
down, he knew it was the right thing to do.

Nakago grabbed him by both arms and threw him backwards.
Kurama gasped, the breath leaving him in a rush, then cried out as
Nakago shoved him roughly onto his face.

"Pretty, spoiled little boy," Nakago said as he crawled onto
Kurama and pushed his bruised thighs apart. "There's only one way to
handle spoiled Pets." He demonstrated by penetrating Kurama fully
with one brutal stroke.

Kurama screamed. And it was a scream Nakago could enjoy
honestly because it was genuine. His body was used to Hiei's and no
one else's. Nakago's forceful thrusts made him feel as if he were
being reamed with sandpaper. Tears streamed unchecked down his
face.

When the orgasm came, Nakago couldn't hold back a shout of
exaltation, while Kurama was reduced to soft sobs. The big man
withdrew, eliciting a small whimper from his victim. He gave the
redhead's rear a playful swat. "That was the best I've had in a long
time, Pretty Boy." He laughed.

Kurama closed his eyes miserably and tried not to hear Youko
saying 'I told you so.'

--

End of part 12

(1997)

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