Hiei x oc

My Savior

I was on my third battle of the week and it was only Tuesday, "I hate my life." I thought out loud I always hated the smell of blood, its metallic scent, the disgustingly sticky consistency, the sickining maroon color. Each and everyday I've been subjected to spill the horrid substance, to coat this dark, cold and wet arena. The entire stadium drips in my opponents blood. Pools of the tacky body coverd the floor. Dried and wet blood constantly reminding me of my sins. Of all the creatures I've had to slaughter mercilessly for the pure enjoyment of the upperclass hogs. Higher up humans and demons a like watching with authentic pleasure for two unwilling creatures to tear each other apart. While others may find satisfaction from two demons manning each other, or satisfaction from manning another, I personally find it repulsive. So why would I fight here. Why would I please the upper crust of society? Well you see his "majesty" wills me to do so. He makes me kill without a single thought. I loathe myself for it. For allowing myself to be used by this nut. I cant help this however... with all my attempts at escape I've been given a shock collar. Whenever I leave the room without the permission of " his majesty."

"Hell Hound , it's time for the next fight. " 'His majesty' yelled at me with his usual groggy and disgusting voice "yes, my king." I said as I bowed my head towards him. A routine I've rehearsed for the past 4 years. The fat cat smirked as I strode past him robotically. My once bright honey golden eyes now dull and out of focus. I walked stiffly down the corridor towards what has now become the familiar sight of old and new blood coating the room. 'His Majesty' walked closely behind me he don his usual black suit timmed with purple silk on his feet he wore polished dress shoes. He's a plump man with salt and pepper slicked back hair adoring a scar across his left eye and noise. Slightly glancing at the slob behind me from over my shoulder. A slight smirk ran across my face noticing the deep scar that rendered his left eye useless, pale and cloudy . I was the one to give it to him, my punishment for the defensive act was much MUCH worse but worth it the moment I found out I blinded my tormenter. Cigret in mouth he grabbed my arm pulled me down to his short level and slapped me "What are u smiling about u little shit!" He spat in his raspy voice.

I hate every thing about him.

Dragging me by my forearm to the bottom of the steps. Opening the electric fence and throwing my small body inside. Slamming the door behind me with a nasty smile taking out his cigarette and blowing the smock into my face as I sat on the opposite side of the fence. I coughed and swatted my hand to get the polluted air to dissipate faster. Finally standing I looked at my opponent who stood outside the ring, my eyes were unfocused and dazed. I was preparing to kill my next pray. Coins were being tossed into the cream tiled ring by humans and monsters alike.

"Disgusging and putrid insects." I muttered under my breath an unreadable expression taking over my face. My opponent, a bat demon had now entered the ring and had weird looking wings with green skin and white eyes he was yelling something I couldnt make out from my mechanical frame of mind. Little words were processed into my brain. Such as "you" and "not" "strong" being another one of them. I growled lowly I didnt necessarily care for whatever he said just want to get this over with and go back to my cell...

Kuramas pov.

The halls were lit with broken lightbulbs flickering in and out of life. 'It seems this place dosent have the best electricity.' I thought as my feet tapped along the lowly lit halls. I wore my usual outfit not particularly caring who saw me and/or recognized me. I was tasked with watching these fights by none other than Koenma himslef he wanted me to check in on them make sure there was no trouble. He has heard that another incident of humans and demons being abducted and slaughtered for others enjoyment and wanted me to see if this back market regular meeting was apart of it. As I walked I found that the place was very poorly kept. Lowlifes hung around the outside entrance and at what seemed to be a lounge area. Many of these reprehensible creatures and humans alike were doing drugs and partaking in bidding. Countless others were arguing, fist fighting, abusing alchohol, or any other countless illegal acts. I kept my eyes in front of me. Making mental notes of what I would be reporting to Koenma when I fishined up my business here. I had made it across the room into another opening that seemed to be leading me to the arena area of these catacombs.