Okay. If you're not into Yaoi, you might as well leave right now.
If you are into Yaoi, you may have noticed that Sanzo gets raped. A lot.
Leaving Kougaiji out of it, I just sorta wondered
Which is stupid, for various reasons… and thinking of these reasons gave me the idea to write this.
Thank you for putting up with me.
Saiyuki copyright Kazuya Minekura.
Sha Gojyo, the great Sex Idol. Sha Gojyo, the great Woman Magnet.
Sha Gojyo was in deep shit.
At best, he estimated he had an hour to live.
Because that's when Sanzo would wake up.
Presumably, the monk would want to be untied. And then he would want his gun back. And as soon as he got it back, death would happen. Lots of it.
The fact that Sanzo was probably hung over, as well as having a pretty sore ass, wouldn't hinder him at all. As Gojyo had pointed out many times before, it isn't too hard to point a gun and fire it. Hell, the monk could probably do it from the bed.
Assuming Gojyo ever untied him, that is. Which he might not.
He hadn't really been planning on ever untying him the night before. Then again, the night before he hadn't planned on doing much other than keeping the monk's hands where they wouldn't do any damage.
Over his head, near the headboard, seemed like a nice, neutral place. So that's where they went.
And stayed.
And still were.
Now that he looked at it, Gojyo assumed that they would be pretty much numb for the half hour after he untied them. Which extended his lifespan quite a bit.
Assuming the monk didn't decide to just Cuss Him to Death.
He'd tried that one too, last night, right after his hands had been rendered useless by the silk cords and his legs by the considerable weight of a kappa sitting on them.
And since having him wake up the whole town with his… extensive… vocabulary would have put a dent in Gojyo's plans, he had been forced to gag the blonde, too.
The gag, at least, seemed to have vanished at some point.
It occurred to him to wonder where the hell he had pulled all this stuff from, but hey, cords were cords and when you need them you don't wonder where they came from.
Sanzo moved in his sleep, as much as he could without moving his arms. He mumbled something, too.
Gojyo might have just been paranoid, but he could have sword the mumbled gibberish had something to do with murdering him.
Half an hour to live.
The sun was rising over the little in. The sun was coming in through
the window...and landing directly on Sanzo. He would not have
appreciated the cheery warmth.
Twenty nine minutes.
"Fucking kappa…"
Maybe less.
W00t for me!
If anybody likes this… maybe I'll write the chappie where he actually wakes up. Flames are appreciated as much as reviews. If I suck, I'd like to know about it.