Broken Stitches
Summary:
Eat, drink and be married who knows it may be your last day? The Sai yuki gang may just come into terms with this as their travels inter twine with an unknown.
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN SAI YUKI!!! ….how unfortunate, no? Thanks be to Kazuya Minekura for her most brilliant mind and dazzling creation!
Prologue:
There was once a little red gem, incased in a little black shell, trapped and kept from the world, why few knew.
One day a little black bird broke the little red gem's shell, ripped the chain's off her limbs and opened her eyes. Blinded by the world she, asked "Where am I?"
The little black bird gave a crude smile, one that could never brighten his deathly dark hair and eyes, and said in his sickly sly voice "Welcome to Shangri-La…" and with his scalpel, he strung her on a string and rapped it around his little finger. When his work was done, he smirked and said,
"Now you're my precious gem and now you can only gleam on the string I strung through you, for me and no one else…"
The gem grew bitter and said
"I'd rather die…"
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Trudging plaintively through the desert a light thin figure, draped in no complimentary clothing at all, looked upon the bright horizon with a new found curiosity beneath the brim of a wide straw hat. The endless dunes of sands, no more, as their backs where kicked up on with a battle not far ahead.
"Hn…I wonder what's goin' on there," shrugged and trudged on, a battle was not at all a problem with twin blades, strapped beneath their black shawl. Besides, where there were people there would be water, food and cash and right now anything was better then being dead broke.
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Sanzo cursed tremendously, this was one sticky situation…or rather sinking. Just out of reach were, Gojyo and Hakkai struggling waist deep, Goku was up to his shoulders in quick sand. All around them where the culprits of their distress, a hoard of demons sneering and swinging their weapons wildly without a worry for the possessed sand, it was if they'd no sympathy for their fallen brethren staining the sand beneath their feet. Not that Sanzo cared; for getting him all dirty, he'd be glad to waste them for good, weren't it for the strain to keep himself alive.
"Hand over the sutra Sanzo!" A demon roared, charging with three others, swords in hands. Sanzo immediately shot all four.
"Heard it before…..shit…" Sanzo growled. This was not their day, for it was Monday and Monday's always sucked ass.
"Gojyo can you latch the end of your weapon on something!" Hakkai cried out mid blast, being the brains of the group, it was quiet subjective or so he thought, till Gojyo's chain snapped.
"No dice man…"
"GAH! Get this crap off me! Sanzo! HEY SANZO!" Goku wined sinking the fastest.
"Goku if you move you'll only sink faster! …Goku…Goku!" Hakkai's eyes dilated in shock, watching helplessly as the young brunette took his last gasp of air before going under.
"GOKU!"
"Hakkai watch it! GAH!" Gojyo was then engulfed, too, as something dragged him under. Be wild and at a lost for any sign of refuge Hakkai pressed his hands together as demons swarmed in on the defenseless Sanzo-ikko.
"…!" Hakkai took his last breath as the sand dragged him under.
"HAKKAI!"
Sanzo gasped for breath, how the hell did this happen? They couldn't simply die like this, he refused to; pushing his sodden hand out of the sand, he let off a last round, enough to push the youkai back from them.
"Heh heh, that's not going to help you now…" the lead demon laughed, weaving his spell over the sand, manipulating a towering gargoyle of sand to charge at Sanzo. The demon gave a sly sneer and held up a thumbs-down "You as good as dead Sanzo…"
Sanzo glowered as his last stance, before going under, the sand crushing him as the beast approach, if he'd got out of this, he was so going to kill something, that prick and the two animals that took their supplies.
"Son of a…"
"HEY LOOKIE WHAT I GOT!!!" someone sang out from above. Sanzo's eyes swiveled upwards just as the sand over came him. Up above he could barely make out the silhouette of someone shooting down behind the cruel blinding radiance of the sun.
A few minutes later, the demons where sprawled over the sand, not that their assailant could care less, dragging four rugged, very heavy, guys out of the sand; checking they're breathing the cloaked figure pouted cleaning off their hands.
"Damn who are these bums? They've no supplies with them at all! No wonder they're near to nothin'…" sighing they gave a crude smirk tipping back their straw hat, a youth round Goku's age, now brushed deep brown eyes over the men, with a hint of something sinister "Oh well, then I s'pose they'll have to do me…"
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