You say you love
Disclaimer: I do not own anything that you might recognize from the manga/anime Saiyuki. Any traits that you do recognize belong to Tokyopop and the writers and artists on the team of Saiyuki. I also do not claim to own any of the poetry written by the great John Keats that you may or may not recognize in this fan fiction.
A/N: I was reading a novel of the crime/investigation and general horror genre where a man seeks out his victims and literally scares them to death. I thought this is terrible. Human beings can be such monsters. This thought connected to Saiyuki, and how the only monsters were actual demons somewhat forced into their mindless killing due to the affects of the minus wave. I know – as well as most of you – that there is always a glitch in one out of a hundred and fifty human brains. Whether it is due to a negative childhood or a natural case of psychosis. And then an idea suddenly hatched in my mind, what if Sanzo was an investigator in our day and age, dealing with the absolute inhumane murders of a crazed psychopath? Although this story may be rather different to others on offer in the Saiyuki genre, I hope you find it interesting at least. Please enjoy, and flaming is frowned upon here. Only constructive criticism is welcomed.
-Prologue-
He sat in the darkened room swirling the crimson coloured wine in the rounded wine glass. The flickering lights from outside were casting shadows across his pale face making him look extremely sinister.
He took a tiny sip of the wine and cringed, it was not old enough to appease him. But it was the only wine that was in this apartment, and wine was wine he supposed. He looked over to the girl shivering with fear in the corner and grinned.
She would most likely taste as sweet as a fine wine. But it wasn't just about the girl or the delicious slaughter either. It was about the game and creating a piece of art.
She had tears in her eyes, which was good. She was afraid and regretting her sins about now. She was about to die and she knew it.
"What is it…why are you so afraid. If you are one of god's children you will go to heaven," suddenly the fear was gone from her eyes and he could see only utter despise and anger. He didn't like that look, he didn't like it at all. Not that it could affect what she could do with him. He smirked and took another sip of his wine. She was sitting in the far corner of the room but he could feel her heart beat none the less.
"You know what I'm going to do to you don't you" he asked. She slowly nodded "And you know what I'm going to do to her don't you" her eyes grew wide and she began to struggle like a wild cat against the restraints he had wrapped around her. The rope was surely burning her perfectly pale flesh by now.
"She is my gateway to heaven. Oh yes, believe it my love." He smiled and stood; she began to make squealing noises at the back of her throat as he pushed through the door.
A little girl with perfect blond curls lay cuffed to his bed. "Hello darling" and he closed the door.
The rope was cutting into her wrists but she didn't care. All that she could think about was Misty and what that monster might be doing to her in the next room. She heard her daughter's muffled cries of pain and fear.
Adrenaline was pumping throughout her body; she struggled against the harsh bondage and finally created a weakness. She worked on that weakened line of rope and broke her hands free. Fuelled by the screaming next door, she untied her ankles with numb fingers and pushed up from the ground.
She looked to the glass case displaying an assortment of medieval weapons and smashed it with her elbow. The blood ran down her arm as she took a broadsword into her hands. She shoved the door open only to see her captor on top of her daughter moving rhythmically. Her daughter's little legs kicking frantically, the muffled screams. The smell of blood.
"Get your dirty fucking corpse off of her right now" she demanded. He slowly complied with her wishes and turned to smile at her. "What are you going to do with that little lady, kill me?" She was shaking; even the blood in her veins was shivering. "You're damn right I am" He quickly moved to take the sword from her and swiftly ripped the blade into her stomach.
"And now, you can watch because you've been such a naughty girl" said the killer with a malicious grin. "Mummy!" screamed the little girl.
Cho Hakkai sat up in bed, little beads of sweat glistened on his forehead. He reached over to pick up his oval framed glasses and perched them on the end of his nose. Emerald coloured eyes flashed through the shadows of early morning. He didn't need to turn on the lamp; he knew every inch of this room by memory.
He leant over and picked the phone up off of the hook on the left side of his bed. He carefully punched in the numbers and listened to the tone.
"Yeah what the fuck do you want" a husky voice rattled into the earpiece. Hakkai blinked. "It's Hakkai Sanzo san, we have a problem." "Do you know what time it is" demanded Sanzo "Yes, it's three oh eight a.m. listen Sanzo-" "You're damn right its three in the morning" "Sanzo, there has been another murder." There was a long silence on the other end, uncertainly Hakkai cleared his throat. "I'll be right there".
On the other side of town, Sanzo slammed the phone down on the receiver and stared into the blank darkness.