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Unhealthy Obsession

When the sixth body was discovered in the forests surrounding the city that held Meiou Academy, Koenma began to realize that something was horribly amiss.

Death in the Human World was not uncommon, of course, and from autopsies most of these deaths looked to be caused by an animal of some sort; a bear, or a stray dog, or a wolf.

However, there were two things that made him suspicious. The first was that all six of the victims had gone to the same school, which also happened to be the same school of one of his best detectives. The second was that this animal was not eating the girls at all.

It was clawing them, shredding their bodies completely, but not eating them, which did not fall under the behavior methods of any dangerous animal within the region.[1]

The victims, six teenagers between the ages of fourteen and seventeen who had all been students at Meiou, had little in common. They had different grades, schedules, and they lived in different parts of town.

They had all gone to the same school, and they were all fans of Shuichi Minamino, but of course most every girl in that school was. Koenma did not keep close enough tags on humans to know whether they were all friends or not, so there might have been more that he was missing. For now, anyway, he was content to put his detectives on the case.

If asked his opinion, he would have firstly said that it was a demon who had escaped to the Human World. This theory was dashed by the fact that the girls weren't eaten (most demons capable of that amount of destruction ate their victims or knew them personally) and by the stronger fact that his sensors had picked up absolutely no foreign energy in the city at all.

The last spike had been months ago, and the demon responsible had been captured already. So, unless it was a demon so powerful that he or she was able to mask his or her energy completely, all the time (a difficult feat even for demons as strong as Hiei and Kurama), something else was wrong.

There was always the possibility that a human was doing the damage, but the way the bodies were mangled suggested a different attacker. The bodies were torn up by large claws, said human and Spirit World reports, and some of the bodies had been ripped up with teeth, but not eaten. They weren't assaulted any other way, and there really weren't any other clues. No absence of blood, no missing body parts, not even bruises.

Normally he would have interviewed the ghosts for more clues, but Kurama had volunteered to do it for him since the kitsune was so dedicated to the case anyway. Koenma didn't blame him; these girls were from his school, and as a detective Kurama felt that it was his duty to protect those around him.

In this case he was failing dramatically, and it was beginning to take a toll on him. The other three promised to keep a lookout, even Hiei, who normally couldn't be bothered by such trivial matters. Koenma assumed it was because Hiei knew that Kurama was struggling with these murders. However, a seventh body turned up, and then an eighth, and yet his team had found nothing.

The ghosts had been too traumatized and worked up to describe their attacker, Kurama reported. So Koenma was most positively out of options. He sent teams of ogres into the woods surrounding the city to make sure there wasn't anything suspicious happening. Nothing.

He sent spies to the school to check and see that nothing out of the ordinary was going on. Zilch. He even kept records of all the human investigations to make sure that he wasn't missing anything. Nada there, too.

While a few missing teens wasn't that big a concern for the demi-god, especially when compared to other massive extinctions in the past and future for humans, he was becoming frustrated with the case because it seemed unsolvable.

Eight murders over the course of ten days was a very large amount, and in most situations they would have already caught the bastard. Not this time, though. There were no breaks in the case and probably wouldn't be. Meanwhile, teens were getting murdered...

In the Human World, the female students of Meiou were rather frightened. The humans had originally assumed that it was just a wild animal killing for sport, but even they couldn't ignore the bodies as they stacked up, and the victims' families were demanding results.

The investigations were worked on non-stop, and yet nothing conclusive appeared. They had many working theories, none of them provable. And the teens were scared.

Few of them went out alone nowadays, and even fewer left the house at night. All of the victims had been killed when walking home from school, but there had been no witnesses to say anything out of the ordinary had happened. Everyone was at a loss.

It was creating problems for the team, as well. Yusuke and Kuwabara were feeling frustrated and anxious to catch the killer, as well as guilty that they hadn't been able to save the girls. Kurama was obviously rattled as well, and even Hiei seemed more distant than usual.

Frankly, the lack of evidence was a serious problem for all involved and yet there was no way to remedy it. The victims were seemingly at random and there weren't enough spies and detectives to watch every girl in Meiou...

Literally two weeks after the first murder, the murders stopped abruptly. Four days passed silently, with no clue as to why the killer had ended his or her spree. He or she simply stopped killing. After ten days, Koenma assumed that the murderer was done, but was still eager to catch him or her.

The team felt the same. Koenma removed most of his security from the city and Kurama doubled his efforts to get information from the ghosts of the girls who had died, but none of them would tell him anything. Koenma processed them and, about two weeks after the stop of the murders, was ready to send them to the afterlife.

The four boys had gathered in his office, there for a routine briefing about the investigation so far, and while Koenma was talking, Botan entered the room, a ghostly girl trailing behind her.

They recognized her as the thirteenth and last victim, Utada Hoshino, but she was obviously different than she had been in life. Utada was now pearly, see-through, and was what more, she was in the same state she had been in when she'd died, meaning, all chopped up.

There were deep wounds all down her limbs, and the damage was most obvious on her torso. Her entire front had been turned into a gaping hole revealing her bones and organs; her back had scratches and long, deep wounds running down it.

Her face was scarred horribly as well, and the worst part was that her eyes were completely hollowed out. Even in her ghost form, she was unable to see anything. Her clothes were ripped and bloody, and her overall demeanor was terrified.

Kurama's heart raced at the sight of her; he had not talked to the last victim—he hadn't been informed of her processing because Koenma hadn't seen the point in trying to get information from her, since none of the other girls had had any. Hiei even seemed to be repulsed by her appearance. Kuwabara and Yusuke were downright disgusted. Who the in hell could have destroyed her so thoroughly, and why?

"Yes, Botan?" Koenma asked, his brow lifting as he looked at the two girls. The ghost had her head down, not that she could have seen anything anyway. Botan swallowed thickly; obviously being in the presence of such a tormented soul did not suit her, and she was the Grim fucking Reaper.

"This one, Utada Hoshino, the last victim, has something she wants to inform you of before she is taken to the afterlife." Botan stepped aside, allowing Utada to come forward.

She did, floating along a bit, and turned so that she faced the space between Koenma and the detectives, her ruined eyes not looking at anyone, mostly because she couldn't look anymore. "Yes, Utada?" Koenma asked.

She raised her head ever so slightly, keeping her face neutral as she spoke. "They tell me you don't know who killed us all?" She asked quietly. Her voice was soft, but under was a hint of something darker; something much more angry and malicious than she was letting on.

"We don't. Do you have any information on your killer?" Koenma asked, his heart thumping faster. Perhaps he should have allowed Kurama to interrogate her; it might have caught the killer much faster.

"I do. You may not know him, but if you look through the Human World, you'll find him."

Koenma urged her to continue, and, smiling slightly, she did. "The one who killed us all is a crafty demon indeed, sir...None of us saw it coming..." She trailed off, teasing them, enjoying the attention.

Koenma swallowed his scream, then shot, "Tell us who it was!"

Utada smiled widely, one hand caressing her other arm, the silvery blood trailing down it. That arm was particularly mangled, and she ran her fingers through the wounds, unable to feel pain.
"Awfully long claws, he's got, that Yoko Kurama."

Five pairs of wide eyes turned in Kurama's direction. Kuwabara's jaw had fallen open, along with Botan's, and Hiei's mouth was a firm slash in his face. They clearly wanted to know whether he had done it, and why, if he had. Kurama looked from face to shocked face, then took a deep breath, stood, and said, "I admit, I killed them all." There was a certain pleasure in being able to admit it out loud, and yet there was no pleasure in him when his saw their faces after his confession.

Koenma was blatantly shocked; he had had no inkling of this, none of them had. To have been employing a murderer...Botan was also shocked beyond belief. She had always thought Kurama was a very good man, and this...Kuwabara was disgusted. To think that one of his good friends had mangled and destroyed the bodies of thirteen teenage girls, that he had torn into them with his claws and sharp teeth...

Yusuke was looking at Kurama with a strong look of betrayal. He had trusted Kurama from the first, trusted him with his own and everyone else's lives, only for the bastard to go off and kill humans for seemingly no reason.

Hiei, by far, was the worst of the lot. His face was contorted in anger and betrayal, his insides reeling with the thought that Kurama would do such a thing, or that he would do so and not tell Hiei or give any explanation as to why. Hiei had killed humans before, but not so many and not without a decent excuse. Kurama, to him, had become a monster.

"But...but why?" Demanded Koenma, his voice full of shock and hurt. Kurama hesitated; this was the last question he had wanted to answer now. He had a very good—no, an exceptional—reason for killing them, but whether he wanted to share it with the others was still under debate in his mind. He settled for maneuvering around it.

"Does it matter?" He asked quietly, bracing himself for whatever the others would do. He half expected Hiei to kill him on the spot.

"Of course it matters! Why the fuck would you do something like that? What the hell is wrong with you?" Yusuke asked, his voice cracking. His self control was gone. Kurama took a deep breath.

"I do not think I can tell you why. It is..." he paused, looking for the right word, "...my shameful secret to keep." The words hit them hard; to be betrayed by him was one thing, but to not get any answer as to why was another.

"Kurama, you son of a bitch, you tell me why you killed those girls now, or so help me—" Yusuke stood, his position one of anger and hatred. His body was shaking.

"I can tell you why," Utada suddenly spoke up. Her eyes (or what was left of them) were still downcast but her mouth was twisted into a smile. Kurama shot her a look of the deepest loathing he had ever felt for anyone. In truth, if she had still been alive he would have killed her a second time over. This time, slower. And that was saying something.

The others looked to her, not realizing that they had given Kurama the perfect opportunity to escape. He did not take it. His betrayal of his team was easily the worse thing he'd ever done, and he was not going to antagonize the situation by making them chase him and by pretending that he had always expected to get away with these murders.

He had not really thought about what would happen if he did or did not get caught; now that he was caught it seemed to be a blessing that he would probably go to jail for the rest of his life, if not for murder, then for betrayal.

"You know why he killed you, Utada?" Koenma asked quickly, his eyes focusing on the girl very hard. She nodded.

"I do. And I'll tell you the whole story, so long as you grant me a favor in return." Koenma bit his lip, and then agreed. Anything to make sense of this. Anything at all.

"I want you to make sure I get a decent spot in the afterlife, no matter what I've done in my life and no matter what I confess to here." Kurama felt rage run rampant through him. His fists clenched, and the action was not lost on Hiei. Koenma agreed to Utada's proposal, and before she began to tell her story, he nodded to Kurama.

"Do you want to remain here for this?" He asked, ogres entering the room to handcuff Kurama. Normally Kurama could have escaped with ease, but he wasn't going to try.

"No," he answered, and the demons led him from the room to be placed in a holding cell.

"Yusuke, sit down," Koenma ordered, and Yusuke, after watching Kurama go with angry eyes, sat, looking furious. They settled in to hear Utada, who began her story with earnest.

"It starts, I guess, with the group of girls at school who adore Shuichi Minamino, or Yoko Kurama, as I now know he's also called. There are many of us, but a dozen in particular, plus me, who really have always loved Shuichi. We watched him from afar, always trying to make him fall in love with one of us. There's a lot of competition, but there was also a hierarchy within the group. I was on the very top; the first, the most important of the Shuichi lovers. When Shuichi rejected me a few weeks ago, for the hundredth time that year—and that is not just a number, I've actually counted—I decided that he needed to be persuaded. Considering how smart he is, I really thought he would see it coming, and I guess I didn't realize until later how big a deal the whole incident was..."

[Five Weeks Previous]

It was a typical Monday for Kurama, with surprisingly little activity by his "fangirls." He detested the way they flocked around him, and while the majority of them were pretty and some of them were smart, he just didn't find them attractive or interesting.

Their desperate and rather pathetic attempts to seduce him were getting seriously out of hand. After school he decided to stay late and do some studying in the library; by four the school was mostly deserted—the janitors wouldn't come for an hour and most of the students had gone home.

Even the teachers were gone, and while it might have been eerie, it was actually peaceful enough for Kurama. His fangirls had been strangely absent today, so when he went to use the restroom, he was in a particularly good mood because he hadn't seen most of them at all that day.

He pushed the bathroom door open, walked a few steps in, and was immediately ambushed. Girls rushed out from the stalls and behind the corner, running at him. The first to reach him grabbed his arms and torso, giggling as they did so. "Girls, please," he muttered, trying to shake them off, but they held fast.

Turning to go out the door and slightly shocked that they would hide in a boy's bathroom to wait for him, he saw that one girl in particular, a large one with a pretty face but rude demeanor, was standing in front of the door, blocking him from it. As he turned again he distinctively heard the lock slide into place. Great.

Now he was locked in a bathroom with what appeared to be better than a dozen fangirls, all tugging on him and giggling loudly so that it echoed all around the room. "Ladies," he said loudly, and as he did so a hand clamped over his mouth tightly.

He blinked, surprised, and tried to locate the owner of the hand so as to pry it off of him, but couldn't in the mass of girls around him. There were so many, and while he was thoroughly annoyed and even angry, he thought that they were just playing with him, and didn't resort to punching them. He struggled, though, trying to pull his arms out of their hands.

Suddenly, someone pushed his chest so that he fell backward, landing on a few girls who were giggling. "Hold him," a voice commanded, and he recognized it as Utada's, the voice of a girl he often had to reject because, frankly, she was much too pushy for his tastes. He was beginning to feel rather nervous about the situation, and this was only made worse by the sudden organization of the hands.

He counted heads and found that there were indeed thirteen girls around him; the thirteen girls he saw most frequently as members of his fanclub. The large one was still by the door, making sure he didn't leave. One was holding his head in her lap, and another next to her had her hand over his mouth, pressing tightly. There were four holding his arms, two on each one.

They gripped him tightly, pulling his arms out so that he couldn't really use them for leverage to stand back up. Four girls held his legs, too; one at each thigh and one at each ankle, stopping him from kicking out or from kneeling so he could get up even without his arms.

Another girl was holding him around the midsection, as though she was hugging him, and the last, Utada, stood between his ankles and looked down at him, a smirk very evident on her face. As he looked into her eyes, Kurama thought that he had severely underestimated her.

At this point, he knew that something was coming that he wouldn't like at all. He had made a miscalculation thinking that these girls were simply fans; they were obsessed, and whatever their plan was, it would be detrimental to him. He understood that now.

Part of him had an idea of their plan, but he really tried to block it out because that was just impossible, despite that he was in a compromising position, locked in the room and unable to scream. If he had began fighting when he had still been standing, he could have easily took them all out, though he doubted he would have anyway because he didn't want to hurt them (at least not at this point in time.)

Now, despite that he was much stronger than any of them, there were too many for him to fend off without calling on his spiritual energy.

More importantly, he could never use his spiritual energy to stop them. Firstly, it was illegal, even if they were trying to kill him. And second, they would flee, and there was no way to stop them from telling everyone in sight and then he would have a major problem on his hands that not even Koenma could really help with.

His identity had to be protected at all costs, and if everyone knew that the red-haired boy who was so smart also had magical powers, it would obviously get around. Kurama didn't care so much that humans would know (though he and his mother would have to move), but sooner or later it would get to the demons and then he would be fair game for any hunters or assassins. He didn't care much about his own health but his mother's was at risk.

So, even when Utada ordered that his clothes be removed, while it struck him with a terror he had not felt in a long time, he did not call up on his energy and indeed would never use it against these girls. Because there was too much to risk.

His clothes were yanked and pulled off, and yet even in the struggle he could not free himself from their grasps. They were too many, far too many, and though he pulled at his arms and legs and thrashed about wildly, their grip remained strong.

They made cat-calls as his muscles were revealed, and their giggles continued. Kurama soon found them unbearable and wished that he was deaf. The girls began to caress and kiss his body, their lips falling on him like sharks on a bloody seal, slipping and sliding all over the place.

Perhaps if he had not known them to be foolish, desperate and obsessive humans the sensation would have been pleasurable, but all in all it was one of the more disgusting experiences he'd ever had. Their lips were like bugs crawling all over his skin, and he wriggled, trying to escape their disgusting mouths and their atrocious giggles.

He screamed into the hand clamped on his face but could hardly hear himself over their noises. His boxers were next, pulled down his legs, and baring him for all to see. A deep blush came into his cheeks over which the girls giggled and shrieked.

A few assured him that everything would be fine, that they were just playing, but when Utada got to her knees and crawled up the length of his legs to near his crotch he felt that it would not be fine at all.

The lips were gone, all eyes turned to his equipment, and he blushed again. Utada was staring with such concentration that it looked as though she was trying to will him to stiffen, but for now he was limp with fear, thankfully.

Unfortunately he thanked too soon. Utada reached out a pale hand and grabbed him, causing his chest to inflate quickly with a gasp. Her hands were cold, feeling like ice, touching and touching what he had never wanted any of these girls even to think about.

The other girls watched, marveled, as she held his member in her hand. Without warning her hand slipped down the shaft and then back up, causing the muscle to stiffen involuntarily. Kurama nearly screamed out for her to leave him alone, stop fucking touching him, to leave before he ripped off her head.

How dare she? The injustice of it all was finally weighing on him, that these desperate, needy and pathetic bitches were looking at his naked body, that they had the gall to lock him in this chamber and that they were attempting to...to...well, at this point he had a good idea of what they meant to do but a large part of him wanted to ignore that, because they were just playing a game, this was all in good fun and wouldn't go any farther...

He tried to distract himself, to will his penis to lay flat again, to not give them their satisfaction, but as he thought about anything and everything he could think of to take the blood from that particular body part, Utada's hand moved up and down it again, this time squeezing, and the member remained standing.

She felt it shift in her hand, felt it take on a life of it's own, as Kurama glared down at them and willed it to die, willed it to fall off, anything to get these wenches away from him. Utada removed her hand and to his disappointment and rage it stood on its own, completely contradicting his mind frame.

Lay flat, you bastard, lay flat! He screamed in his mind, but to no avail. His body was betraying him, and while he still felt distinct and utter revulsion at the women surrounding him his erection remained.

Utada smirked at it and pondered for a moment before nearing his appendage and sticking out her tongue. "No!" Kurama yelled into the hand that held his mouth shut, and could barely hear himself over the numerous cat-calls in the bathroom, that bounced off the walls and into his poor ear drums as the girl's tongue slid up the side of his penis. She looked up at him, saw the anger in his eyes, and smiled. The fucking bitch smiled.

"It's okay to like it, Shuichi..." she whispered, her mouth nearing him again. He glared at her, trying to impress upon her that he did not like this, he did not want it and if she continued she would pay dearly. Instead she ignored him and licked the top of his erection, playing.

The other girls gaped until she gave them an annoyed look, and they went back to caressing and kissing his body, which was shaking in anger and fear. His manhood was enjoying the attention, but his mind was screaming for them to get away, to get the fuck away.

The two girls at his thighs joined Utada, and now all three tongues moved up and down and around his shaft, licking and caressing with warm spit. He clenched his fists, willing himself to ignore it, to get out of here as fast as humanly possible so he could avoid having their disgusting, perverted and selfish lips on his body any longer.

In this instant, Kurama realized that he hated them. If he had been a bit more impulsive he would have planted the seed of death in each and every one and thought nothing of it, but thinking of his mother's face, he knew that he could do no such thing. If he revealed himself as Yoko Kurama, she would surely die within the next month...and he could not have that.

He hated the feel of their skin against his, the way they touched him as if he were theirs, an object to play with, a toy for their fantasies. He hated their gall, their selfishness, their audacity to treat him this way, and in the main he wanted to rip their hearts out with his own hands.

But he knew that this was not an option, not at all at this point because he was unable to best them all. There were just too many, and while he continued to struggle in their arms he knew that it was useless, and this miserable defeat weighed heavy on his chest.

There was nothing that he could do. This torture would continue until they got bored, and, knowing them, it could be hours. His mind corrected him, though—the janitors would be here at five. They had an hour. And after that...well, who knew what he would do to them. Who the fuck knew.

Utada grew bored of sharing him and pushed the other two away. Frowning, they moved to his inner thigh, as Utada stood and, smirking down at him, pulled her underwear from under her skirt. She kept the skirt on, god knew why, but her white good-girl's underwear were cast aside, thrown on the floor and forgotten.

She walked up his legs again, her feet on the outside of him, and the two girls at his thighs moved their heads as Utada knelt to straddle his hips. He shook his head furiously, trying to avoid it, anything but that no please dear god have they no mercy?

But the girls were unrelenting, they knew what they wanted, they had planned this well and they were going to get what they had come for, by god. Utada lowered herself onto him, slowly, tormentingly slowly, until she was impaled completely. He looked at her, his eyes wide, his fists clenched and his teeth grinding against themselves.

How dare she touch him with her imperfect, disgusting human body? How dare she take him for her own when he found her to be such a repulsive bitch? How dare any woman take him on a dirty bathroom floor? How dare any woman have the gall to try and master him instead of the other way around?

She moaned slightly, rocking her body against his, before sliding off and back on again, faster this time. His hips arched of their own accord, and he struggled to keep them plastered against the floor, still internally cursing them all and trying to will his member to lay flat. But it was basically impossible at this point; in his human form he was a virgin and while he found the situation horrible, cruel, disturbing and overall repulsive, he could not say the same for his penis.

Utada went into a rhythm, up and down, and while her insides were somewhat stretched (You masturbating bitch, he thought cruelly) she was still surrounding him, pulsating and keeping his erection strong. He felt betrayed by his own body, and mostly shocked and furious with them all, those horrible, vile women who did not know their place.

Utada climaxed quickly, and as her walls closed around him, to his disgust he too climaxed, his sperm flying into her. She was delighted, he could tell by the look on her face, and he knew that soon that face would be nothing but a bloody mess beneath his claws.

*

Kurama didn't go to school for the rest of the week, telling his mother that he was feeling very ill. He hardly ever got sick and she attributed it to this, which was good because there was no way in fucking hell he was going to tell her anything about what had happened to him.

He spent the rest of that week in bed, thinking, or trying to avoid thinking. He slept much more than often and ate much less, and didn't seem to care whether he died or not.

He was struggling with a great many emotions, far more than he'd ever had to deal with. Of course, this situation was more than he'd ever had to deal with. He was disgusted by the bitches he had been assaulted by, of course, and he knew with clarity that he hated them more than he'd hated anyone.

He felt betrayed by his body, though he knew it couldn't have been helped. He was slightly ashamed by the situation, given that he was a strong demon, not the type to be a victim. Yet he had been victimized, raped no less, and that was now unchangeable.

He did not fear them, however, and that was a blessing. He did not fear anything now, which was also a curse. Dirty, too, he felt for the first few days. But by and large his main and strongest feeling was a complete, compelling and dangerous fury; a blind rage that he could barely contain.

It was all he could take that a dozen or so foolish, pathetic, lonely girls had actually assaulted him; that they had cornered him like an animal in a bathroom; that they were so selfish and needy that they had not for one millisecond thought about what he wanted, what he needed (which was for them to get the hell away from him); that they had had the gall to treat him like a toy or object merely there for their amusement.

That those bitches had gotten under his skin so much and that they had been so bold as to rape him...his anger was unrelenting, and in the end he decided that there was only one way to fix it.

On Monday Shuichi returned to school, more or less with the same air he'd had before. His fangirls on the main avoided him, though a few had smiled or waved at him. He had given them very harsh glares, which usually sent them scurrying away.

He doubted that they honestly understood what they had done, or what he would do now. After school, he found one of those thirteen girls walking home by herself. He'd offered to walk her home, and told her there was a shortcut through the woods. Normally she wouldn't have gone off with a boy into the woods, but this was Shuichi.

They had walked for some time away from the city, until Kurama, who was walking in front, turned and faced her. She stopped walking abruptly, smiling. "What's wrong?" She asked quietly. He smirked. There was no happiness in it, and though he anticipated that it would feel good to have her innards strewn all over the forest floor, the thought still did not make him happy. There was satisfaction, yes, but not happiness. He thought he would never be happy again.

"What's right?" He asked, and then the claws which formed as he transformed into Yoko sliced through her neck, bringing her to the floor while the blood spattered all over the place. He pounced, kneeling by her, his claws flying, the blood spattering, her trying to scream but being unable to because he had severed her throat so completely.

Her body was like mush beneath him, soft and ready to be torn apart. He did so quickly, his rage blinding as he growled and sliced, and sliced, and sliced.

In the end he had left her laying on the floor of the woods, and he went home and showered and the next day a similar even happened, and the next and the next, and each day he went to school he found himself taking one of the women who had assaulted him for a walk through the forest, always avoiding the other sites of murder, and each time he clawed their bodies to no return and destroyed them as they had so easily destroyed him.

Meanwhile he'd helped with the investigation, and when he had volunteered to talk to the ghosts he had been saving himself. He sat down in a room with the ghost he was supposed to be comforting, alone, and interrogated her, assuring her that assaulting him had been a major sin and that she would not enjoy her afterlife in the seventh circle of hell at all.

Each time he promised that he could get her a lighter sentence if she told no one who had killed her. If she told, he said, he would know and then he would tell that she had been an accomplice in the raping of a Spirit World employee, and her sentence would be the worst offered.

Most of them believed it and even those that didn't accepted the deal for fear of an eternity in hell. So, he killed and covered himself, and at night when there was nothing to do he dreamed that he was once again on the bathroom floor, being assaulted.

He had killed Utada last, and had only been able to do so because she was so madly in love with him. He wanted to talk about being with her, he'd said, because with the deaths of the other girls he was worried about her, that someone must have found out and must have been killing them all as revenge against being with him.

She had followed him into the woods and he had told her that he had a secret; he was a demon and his name was really Yoko Kurama. She had laughed, and then he had destroyed her body slowly and simply, gouging out her eyes with his claws and leaving large wounds in her body, destroying her and making sure to rip apart every inch of her body that had touched his, including her insides.

In the end she had begged, simply begged for him to just kill her, to get it over with, to destroy her so that the pain would finally cease.

He had transformed back into his human form, crouched by her, looked down into her face which was mutilated, the eyes gone and replaced by hollow sockets bleeding tears, and he had told her that when he had begged for her to leave him alone, to leave him in the bathroom, she had not complied. So why should he release her now? And in the end he had stood up and walked away, hearing her screaming and leaving her there to die of blood loss after hours of excruciating pain.

[Present Day]

He had expected to see her in the afterlife, but thought that because Koenma hadn't called him to talk to her that her soul had been difficult to locate or to bring to Spirit World. He had been wrong, of course, and that caused her to be able to tell everyone what he had done.

But, sitting in the Spirit World holding cell, he found that he really didn't care that he would spend the rest of eternity suffering if it meant he had been able to dispel the anger that was eating him alive from his body. He felt pity for his friends, who would never understand how he had felt laying there day after day, but who would try and fail again and again.

He felt pity for his mother, who would believe that he was killed, suspicions that would be confirmed by a Spirit World employee dressed as a cop. And he felt some pity for himself, too, because he had not wanted this for himself and he had nothing now to look forward to. However, at this point in time he only cared that the nightmares would finally cease.

[1] I’m sure there are animals that attack and don’t devour, but as this is fanfiction, and as I don’t know the dangerous animals which are indigenous to Japan, we’ll just say, for the sake of the fic, that this assumption is correct.