Disclaimer: Hidden Demon is against a wall at sword point. All right, already. I will only say this once. I, Hidden Demon, do not own Yu Yu Hakusho, or any characters there in that are even mentioned in the series. But, I have seen farther than most of you, so allot of people don't have any room to talk! A couple characters I have made up, but most of them are in the series. Also note that this is an AU, and therefore, the story line never happened, and probably never will happen on air... A little bit of OC per usual, but I try and keep to the original as possible.

Sold into Servitude

Chapter 1

"Oh, come on now, some one's gotta want this fine specimen," the lizard like demon said over the crowds mumblings. Every demon assembled looked up, saw it was the same human that had been up for fifteen minutes already, and turned back to whatever they had been doing.

"What's wrong with it? It's healthy, it's strong. It's not overly ugly for a human. Some one buy it, even if you'll just eat it!"

Everyone shook their heads. No one was bold enough to take that human in. There was something odd about it, something foreboding.

"It's durable," the lizard man continued. To prove the point, the slave was walloped upside the head. Chocolate hues glared at the slave trader. The human looked almost ready to attack.

"How much is it?" a demon asked. He strode through a crowd that parted in wonderment. Could the fool not sense the odd power? The demon was short, clad all in black. He had long, spiky hair that stuck up into the air and was equally as dark, except for a white starburst in the center. His eyes were a mysterious, blood red color. A third eye gazed lazily from the middle of his forehead. His right arm was wrapped in bandages.

"Oh, very cheap. Only 25 rurimaru."

The small demon shook his head. "Then...I don't think so."

"Wha...wha...Wait! There's a special discount on this one. Ten rurimaru."

The demon smiled slightly. "Is that your final answer?"

"Yes. No more, no less. Ten rurimaru."

"Very well, then. I think I shall take the slave. Make sure it is presentable in an hour."

"But, sir, the auction is going to last much longer..."

"An hour. Or you keep it for the rest of the slave's miserable life."

"Yes, sir. We shall get the payment once the sell breaks. The slave will be perfect for you, we guarantee it."

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An hour later, the short demon had picked up his slave and was leading "it" through the crowd by a small length of rope.

The demon's new slave was almost twice his height. The slave's dark hair had been slicked back to make it look more acceptable to the demon kin. It walked with a proud air about it. The slave market had given the slave the traditional garb, a specifically colored jumpsuit that defined specialties. This one was wearing green, marking him a splendid fighter, known for strength.

"Are we going to the home yet?" the slave asked.

The short demon tilted his head to look at the slave. "What's it to you? You do what I want you to do."

The slave rolled its eyes. It muttered to itself, "Great. Out of all the demons I coulda ended up with, I get a dick."

Within a second, the slave found himself on the ground with a katana pointed at his neck. The demon gazed at the human coldly. "I would watch what you say, Slave. We demons hear better than your kind."

The slave smirked. "As you wish, Master."

Apparently satisfied for the moment, the demon slid the sword back into its sheath. He turned and kept walking. The slave stumbled to catch up.

Jeeze, what a temper. I'm gonna end up dead for sure, the slave thought.

The demon entered a canvas building that was propped up with sticks. It was a dark, dingy room. It was really small and packed to the bursting with aimless gizmos. A pile of green sludge with eyeballs surged forward on the ground. It eventually formed into what could be taken as a business form, so that it looked more like a humanoid shape than a pile of cow pies.

"Ah, Hiei, it has been a while," the green shape bubbled.

"Cut the small talk, Yaku. Has there been any news on her?" the short demon snapped.

"Ah...Yukina again. That is all you ever seem to care about here. No, there has been no information on the maiden."

"Then, I will ask you to keep trying and will check back soon." A small bag was drawn from seemingly nowhere and thrown onto the desk. The heavy jingle of the demon currency made the creature disperse back to the puddle.

"Come slave," Hiei jerked the rope that bound the human as he walked out the door.

Back in the streets, the slave decided to be daring. "So, who is this Yukina?"

"That is none of your damned business."

"Was she your lover? She ran away, didn't she?"

"Shut the hell up."

"Ah, I see. She was one of your slaves, and a lover, and she left you. She must be worth allot to you to go through so much trouble with the shit pile."

"You'd better quit while you have a head. It is very easy to replace a slave like you and I wont hesitate to do so."

"All right, all right. I still think..." The remark was cut short as the demon made a slash with his sword. The slave managed to duck in the nick of time.

"I said, shut up. I meant it too."

This time, the human got the clue. It followed silently. They were soon out of the city limits. The open farmlands soon gave way into a clustering forest. Hiei stopped at a large gate and took out a brick. He stuck his hand in. A few moments later, the gate swung open on grating hinges.

"I will teach you all of the security precautions I have taken soon. I have more than one slave, so tell me your name," Hiei demanded.

"I'm Urameshi Yusuke," the slave said proudly.

(Note: the Japanese say their last name first. The authoress likes keeping to that custom. An added note is that it is a form of respect to call someone by their first name. Of course, I don't think demons have last names...)

The demon nodded once. He walked through the gate. There wasn't much difference from one side or the other. Inside the gate, the tree's might have even been a little denser, but little else.

Eventually, a large object loomed into view. Yusuke's jaw dropped when he saw it. It was a large castle-like structure the human had only ever seen in textbooks. Layer upon layer of brick formed solid walls. The residence looked dark and foreboding just like the demon that owned it. All it needed was a dark rain cloud, thunder and lightning and it would be the prefect creep-out.

Awestruck, Yusuke asked, "You live there?"

"Yes, I do. And now, you will call this place home as well," Hiei replied coolly.

The demon lead the way to the front door of the gigantic complex. He paused a small, hidden button and the door swung open on its own accord. There was a long black corridor on the other side.

"Watch yourself, Yusuke. There are some obstacles around to keep out invaders."

They passed several of these. Each time, there was a well-hidden switch or lever that shut down the trap. Finally, the two came to a large open chamber. It looked like it should be a banquet hall or something. There were large dusty tapestries on the walls. The floor had a large tiled scene that Yusuke couldn't discern. Hiei ignored the scenery and walked through the center. There was a small flight of stairs around the side of the far wall. These led up a little ways before turning into a long hall.

"So, when are we gonna do it?" Yusuke asked suddenly.

Hiei turned to glare at him. "It?"

"Yeah, you know, sex?"

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"One of my friends said that demon's were almost always gay. That's what over half of the slaves are for, cuz demon's like human man ass."

"Why? Do you want to have sex?"

"No."

"Then don't bring it up ever again." The demon walked faster.

"Well," Yusuke muttered to himself. "That answered that age old question. I'll have to tell Kirishima that he was wrong."

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Kuwabara was sitting in the Lord's private room. The human's hair was the definition of "carrot top" and it was fluffy enough to look like the top of a carrot as well. His blue jump suit would explain that he was supposed to be cleaning up the place, but there was a much more interesting thing in that particular room; a painting of a lovely Ice Maiden. Hiei had bought it without explanation, but the slave had fallen in love with the beauty.

For hours on end, Kuwabara would look upon the perfectly designed picture. Of course, once the Master came back, he would go back to his duties. The Ice Maiden was on his mind most of the day, and was in the majority of his dreams.

The door opened with a heavy thunk against the wall. "Kuwabara, what in the hell are you doing? I thought I told you to stay out of this room when I'm not here," Hiei asked.

"Gah, Kuwabara, your here?" Yusuke pointed, astounded.

The other slave was gapping as well. "Urameshi? What are you doing here?"

"Oh, I see you know each other. Good, it cuts introductions. Go clean the kitchen, Kuwabara. I'm showing the new slave this place."

"Yeah, sure. Whatever, Hiei," Kuwabara muttered before he hurried out of the room.

"He's so worthless. I don't know why I haven't thrown him to the Fukai yet. This is my room. It's off limits unless I tell you to do something in here, so get a good look while you can."

Hiei's room was worse off than the rest of the complex that Yusuke had seen. There was a small bed without any royal furnishings. Next to that was a double drawered storage unit. Yusuke stared at the picture that rested on it. The woman looked like she was about to cry. Ruby eyes were glassing over with unshed tears. She looked downright lonely. With the snowy background, it was a very touching picture. Why would Hiei have such a nice picture lying around like that?

The picture fell over. Yusuke looked up and saw the short demon glaring at him. Hiei had set the drawing face down.

Hiei showed the human through the entire house. On occasion, there was a hidden booby trap, and Yusuke was shown how to disengage it. The slave's thoughts kept trailing to the picture in the Lord's room.

Yusuke couldn't help but wonder about it. Hiei seemed like a real jerk to him, but there was that pretty little picture right by his bed. There might be a little sentimental value with that painting. Maybe it had to do with Yukina. Yusuke shrank away from the thought of asking about that. The last time, he had nearly gotten his head lopped off.

Instead, he decided to ask about a possibly safer matter. "So, how'd you mess up your arm?"

Hiei glanced at him and continued walking. "A demon broke in a couple days ago. The demon, Zeru, was only a basic flame user, so I showed him how you control the flames of Makai (Demon Realm). The estatsu kokoryu ha (Dragon of the Darkness Flame) requires a little something, that's all."

"Estatsu kokoryu ha? I think I've heard about that. I thought that the style had never been truly mastered."

"You heard correctly."

Yusuke shut up. "Defiantly don't piss of the Master," he whispered to himself.

"Don't call me master unless there are other demons around. Master makes it sound like I'm responsible for your life. You take care of yourself and do what I tell you."

"If I don't call you master, what do I call you?"

"You heard Kuwabara. You call me Hiei, just like everyone else."

Chapter 1: END

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Syn: This is normally where the author sits and does her incessant ramblings, but she is a little tied up at the moment, so I will explain. The idea came from the Inu Yasha section of the fanfictions, to tell the truth. There were so many Inu slave fics, that the author decided to pull another anti-cliché and do a Yu Yu one. It was quite interesting watching the inferior mind work.

HD: Ok, that's way more than enough for you! I should disown you for that! Shakes tattered strings at the muse Well, anyway...It was fun working on this. Bee bopping through all of those disks looking for names and techniques. Yaku was the only one that I think was made up in this chap...kinda. There was something that looked like in in the 7th volume of the manga, in the Two Shot where Hiei met up with Kurama. So, that's all for now.