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the-masked-ram · 8 months ago

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A Game of Chance- Chapter Five

A/N: After this chap is when Kouki begins to have more autonomy, thank you for sticking it through with me <3 CW: Slavery, light master/slave relationship, gambling, PTSD, hybrids, mating, marking, biting, blood, pain, torture, violence, original fem character, oc x Hiei, slow burn

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Chapter Five: Making Headway

Hiei ran, relishing in his feet pounding the ground, in the branches bending as he jumped off of them. He ran while the others used one of those damned mechanic contraptions, a car. He would never be caught in one of those. They were death. Small, slow, confined, anyone could kill you in them.

The chip in his pocket vibrated, Kouki reaching out to feed off his excitement, her energy nearly singing. Hiei didn’t brush her off like usual. Too focused on moving, on feeling alive after being stuck inside the city too long.

They were moving out toward the old woman’s temple, Genkai. She had agreed to help with their current problem. Kouki… his mind wandered for a moment, and she reacted to it. Her youki turned questioning and he snarled, pushing her away. She recoiled as if burned and Hiei focused on pushing himself faster.

Yusuke had made it sound like Genkai had agreed grudgingly. Yet there had to be a reason if that were true. What wasn’t Koenma telling them?

Hiei hated being kept in the dark, being made to run errands, it made him irritated that he had been relegated to a babysitter. Getting out of the city, into the sprawling, spirit filled woods surrounding the temple was the next best thing to being in the Makai. He would never admit it aloud, but he was excited to reach their destination.

It’s probably why he’d allowed himself to get so far ahead of the others. He hadn’t waited at all. Usually he’d pace himself more, scout and keep a watch over them. His skin was itching though and when he finally saw the mountainous staircase in front of him, he bared his teeth in a feral smile. The chip shivered in his pocket, and he halted, it was growing warmer and vibrating and when he pulled it out of his pocket to look at it a burning hellfire of light burst forth. Standing in front of him was Kouki in her demonic form.

She stood with her nose pointing at the stairs before she looked at him. He nodded.

“We are going there,” he said. “Come, you can keep up, can’t you?”

Her quills rattled along her back, and she huffed before leaping onto the steps. She only paused long enough to look over her shoulder at him. Waiting for him. He scoffed; he wouldn’t wait for her.

He took off at top speed, expecting to leave her behind instantly. She fell back some, but she kept an easy loping pace that only had her dipping in and out of his sight on occasion. She continued to surprise him. He smirked before turning forward again.

Genkai was waiting for them at the foot of the temple stairs. Her eyes narrowed as Hiei stopped in front of her, but she wasn’t looking at him. Instead, her gaze was focused on Kouki silently coming to stand beside him. The demon pulled back her lips from her massive fangs as she let out a warning growl, her quills rattling.

“Kouki,” Hiei snapped, and the beast huffed before sitting heavily.

“This thing is what I’m supposed to help with?” Genkai asked critically.

The old woman was shrewd and likely knew as much as they knew about the situation but being faced with the reality of only one of Kouki’s sides, it likely made them look like fools. Hiei knew that look. She often gave it when the detective was around.

“She is…,” Hiei searched for the words to satisfy himself and the psychic. “An anomaly. Kouki is not always like this. But when she is I cannot communicate with her much at all. Beyond I suppose what you just saw.”

“Controlling her?” Genkai was roving her eyes over the great beast beside him.

“Hn,” he nodded. “Though she only listens because of the contract.”

Kouki’s energy touched his and he saw her head turn to look at him. Her feral eyes blinked slowly at him, softening. Trust… there was more to their bond now. Whatever he had done to gain it, she trusted him of her own volition now.

“I think there’s a little more than the contract keeping her line,” Genkai said with a smirk.

Hiei whipped his head around, narrowing his eyes. Could the psychic read Kouki’s mind like this? When he had not been able to? Something in him boiled, it wasn’t anger, but he couldn’t place what the emotion was. He knew he didn’t want her to be able to do what he hadn’t been able to. He wanted to be the one to break down Kouki’s walls first.

But why? Why did it matter who did it?

“How do you know that?” Hiei asked harshly, unconvinced.

“She looks at you like a dog with its master,” Genkai shrugged like it was obvious. “Can you get her to change into her other form? It would be much easier to converse with her like that.”

Hiei studied the large form of the demon next to him. Kouki tilted her head, one of her massive, pointed ears flicking curiously.

“I have only seen her transform once. She usually comes out of the chip in one form or another. Transforming seems to cause her a great deal of pain,” Hiei said, reaching into his pocket to hold out the golden poker chip.

Kouki shifted, turning her head toward the road and her ears pressed forward. Hiei blinked and reached out mentally, the others had arrived.

“We will work on it,” Genkai said. “The others will be here soon; I suppose we should tell Yukina to get dinner started.”

Hiei swallowed against the desire to ask how she was. Kouki whined beside him, and he knew she could sense a change in him. The change that always happened whenever Yukina was mentioned. He shook his head.

“We’re going inside,” he said.

He looked back down at the chip. He’d been trying to offer her more choices. But he never quite said them out loud. She didn’t need words to understand his meaning anyways. Her vertical pupils flicked up to the temple before with a surge of energy she disappeared, and the chip vibrated in his hand. He frowned at the little piece of plastic. He felt oddly… disappointed.

Brushing off the irritating emotion with a scoff he shoved the chip back into his pocket.

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It wasn’t until after dinner and everyone was in the tearoom, lounging on the tatami mats, that the chip remade an appearance. Hiei was staring at it as it sat on the low tea table in front of him. Though he wished he could drag his eyes from it, he wasn’t able to, being in the temple and surrounded by so many people made him feel antsy with it out in the open.

“Can you call Kouki from the chip, Hiei?” Kurama asked.

His garnet eyes drifted to meet green and merely frowned down at the object that had fallen under his charge. He knew this would tax her, these next few days or weeks would exhaust her as they treated her like a lab rat. There was part of him, the part that felt unworthy of her trust, that pitied her. It was the part that had felt what had happened to her and had felt sympathy.

Still, this was his mission, this was how he got out of here and got back to the Makai. He threw out his energy, baiting her human side, the warm orange energy. Immediately she rose to meet him, not hesitating for a second. She came to her master’s call naturally. That’s all this was, a contract, as he reminded himself.

A bright burst of light and she was in front of them, once again not a stitch covered her, and she collapsed onto all fours. Her breath rushed out of her, and she was gasping slightly. She was tired. Hiei immediately stood and walked the few short steps to cover her with his cloak.

Her eyes snapped up, honey brown that only lost their panicked fear when she saw it was him. “Master,” she said.

“Oh, new word!” Yusuke clapped.

Hiei groaned, it wasn’t any better than her saying ‘yours’ every time she saw him. He rubbed a hand over his face. “I’m not even going to correct you,” he grunted.

Kurama chuckled across the room. Hiei had the distinct desire to throw a cup at his head or better yet punch him, take a sword to his throat. Genkai stood when she saw the woman and walked over to immediately reach out remove the cloak, obviously having seen the scars. Before anyone could stop her however, Kouki snapped at her outstretched hand and nearly connected with her flesh.

“Feral creature, aren’t you?” she raised a brow.

“She doesn’t like people touching her,” Kuwabara said.

“Except, Shorty,” Yusuke nodded.

“Not yours,” Kouki said slowly and lifted her lips in a snarl.

“Her scars?” Genkai motioned.

Hiei shook his head, “Nothing special. Well, they at least make sense.”

Kurama butted in, “What Hiei means is that they are apparently left over from her quills in demon form.”

Genkai frowned, “She doesn’t heal completely from them.”

“No,” Hiei narrowed his eyes.

He walked away to lean against the wall, realizing they’d be there for a while.

“I’m not sure I can help you if she won’t let me,” Genkai said, sucking on the end of her pipe. “I don’t want to damage her mind.”

“I don’t think you can damage it much more than it is,” he murmured.

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All Kouki felt was an invasion. The energy wasn’t that of her Master. It was strong, steady, and human. It swirled through her weak defenses with annoyance. It batted away her aggravated attacks.

This felt like the older woman who had approached her. The one who had met them outside the building. Her Master had told her to behave then. Should she let this happen now? Was that his wish?

This mind seemed too strong for her, but it wasn’t aggressive. The sensation of her Master’s thoughts joining them, but resting on the edge, soothed Kouki, his thrumming black and purple energy calmed her agitation. Still could she trust him not to let injury happen to her? She knew he’d treated her better than most of her previous masters, but she didn’t know him well.

She didn’t outright attack, but her defenses pulled tighter, fighting against the woman digging through her skull. The beast inside her redirected the person’s searching. Moving them away from her memories, the soft insides she tried to protect even from herself. She didn’t want those dragged forth. She wanted to forget.

Stop fighting, her Master’s voice commanded.

She snarled, frustrated, angry, but forced her body to relax, forced her mind to accept the intrusion. The old woman’s energy, bright pink and near blinding swirled about, rifling through things that weren’t hers to touch. Yet Kouki accepted it, even as her nails scraped against the tatami beneath her.

Then she yanked it forth, everything that had been buried for so long and Kouki couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think as colors and images flashed to the forefront of her mind.

She had been human, nothing more. A human with a strangely malleable spirit energy that she could never tap into. She volunteered at a shrine, she worked in an office, how long ago was that? Years? Decades? Longer?

She remembered being abducted and the infusion paired with a cruel wide smile. “No!” she screamed, first in head and then deafening into the room as the ghost of the agony from her past rippled through her muscles and bones right to her very soul.

She fell thrashing to the floor. The chip vibrated behind her. She couldn’t breathe, she literally couldn’t inhale. Her throat closed as panic gripped her tight. Malevolence was in that memory, she remembered that creature forcing more and more energy into her until she thought she might explode. Until her energy rocketed from her body and she found solace by being bound to the chip.

The chip. The one thing that could save her now. The one thing, her eyes flew open, and she clawed at her throat with nails sharper than a human should possess as she stared around wildly. Where was her home, why couldn’t she get to it?

Then it stopped, the memories stopped flooding forth, and a gentle tingle settled over her terrified mind as purple and black grew so strong it became an overwhelming haze.

“Breathe,” her Master demanded, his hot hands touched her wrists, pulling them away from her shredded skin. “Idiot woman.”

The oxygen that flowed into her lungs was like sweet life, perfumed with his scent of pine sap and fresh ash. She inhaled, focusing on that scent, focusing on the heat of his skin, and the way he protected her from everything that had been let free.

“C-can’t get back,” she finally said, voice trembling.

He frowned and looked at the chip, “To the chip?”

She nodded. He sighed and narrowed his eyes.

“Try now,” he growled.

She did and she felt him retreat from her head, at first, she felt a rise of anxiety but when the memories didn’t rush back, she breathed out a sigh of relief. Then she focused back on the small plastic circle, the innocuous thing that had become all she knew, all she trusted. The connection was still there, but thinner, and so she urged her body to shift into it and her energy poured inside with little help.

Familiar darkness closed around her and all she cared about was sleeping. She was so tired. So even when her Master tried to call to her later, she didn’t respond, too far deep in her slumber to feel the demand of his energy.

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