Author's note; My writings are mainly following the manga arc and also most of the anime arc from Reload. Reference to Gaiden and Burial and Gunlock.
This story has my own original characters (not a lot, only two) in it and it is played to be that my character is the main character in this story and it is ultimately the characters' story. So in order for you readers to truly enjoy the story, we must deal with the main characters' story and background before finally meeting the all too famous Sanzo party. Also try not to skip chapters, because in each chapter something is revealed and they are all inter connected, if you skip one you might be at a loss. So bear with me please. *Bows* please enjoy.
slanted words are for characters inner thoughts or flashback memories. And instead of using Chapters, i substituted it for Acts. eg; Act 1. Act 2.1 Act 3..and so on and so forth.
Warning; this a multi-view point story, meaning story is told and connected through different characters point of view. i hope that i can still deliver the plot without fracturing the story-line.
If some chapters seems vague or cluttered, it is meant to be like that, so that we experience the characters' state of mind and understanding rather than the clarity of our own.
Also for those who really don't wanna bother reading on OC history Saiyuki boys enter on Chapter 13 but i wouldn't recommend skipping. You will be very lost. But hey that's up to you.
And so we begin...
Act 1
The smell of Rain
The rain poured down onto the heated pavement, giving off an ungodly odor of stank piss and hot wet asphalt. The sound of the storm muffled out all the noise in the world, nothing can be heard in this sheet of white noise. Not even a scream or a cry.
A figure was silhouetted in the thick curtain, of what seemed like never ending downpour, like a photo negative in a blank space of nothingness.
The pitter patter of wet soft footsteps and ragged breaths.
Thunder cracked and roared in the dark sky followed by a spread of claws of lightning. For a brief moment, it illuminated the shadow in the rain, a ghostly small female figure in torn clothes . Her face turned up at the dark dank grey cloudy sky, amethyst eyes shone, framed by long black thick lashes that was wet and adorned with rain drops like beads of jewels from the sea. Then it was gone, in that instant flash like a whispering shadow in the night.
I was running.
Panic gripped the deep canals of her chest. Cold icy sheer terror. The sense of being blind and deaf. It was too much. She cant hear anything in this god forsaken rain. The silence was deafening.
A flash of red. Then pain, hot white and electric blue. it seared at her side as she watched in paralyzed hopelessness as her body fell, into what felt like an abyss.
Her face hit the cold wet gravels of the ground making her taste copper in her mouth and the warmth of her own blood trickling down her forehead, further fogging her vision. Before her lumbered a towering figure of a man. Silver eyes flashed in the darkness as if it had a light of its own.
Those eyes...
Thunder cracked again, and her captors face momentarily came into view. Silver menacing cold lifeless eyes, dead eyes, she had thought, and hair the color of grease on water. Never really black but always reflecting a series of rainbows. It felt like it was absorbing all the colors around it and reflecting it back. So fluid it seems that it had no real shape, almost liquid. And beneath those blanket of long locks of abysmal black , peeked the pointy ears of a well bred youkai, with 3 small silver hoops dangling next to each other from the right lobe.
A spine chilling grin crept across his full lips.
" 'Ya got nowhere to run now, Ayane Mizuri," a low voice wove through the the thick white noise of the rain like a velvet ribbon in the dark brushing against bare skin, yet as cold as the steel of blade.
Shin Kogetsu.
She will never forget the name that came with that wretched yet beautiful face. Like a scarr that has been branded on her skin, forever to carry with her. Petrified disgust churned inside of her.
Hands gripped and pulled her to her non existent feet that has now failed to carry the burden of her weight. The pain was gripping her beyond her control, she was helpless, cold and alone.
"Sir, shall we restrain her?" voices spoke into the velvet night against the roar of the rain.
"There will be no need, she is no harm to us as of now. She is greatly weakened. Let's get her back before anyone notices she is missing. Again." the last words were spat out like something bitter from the mouth.
"This bitch is becoming more of bother than her worth." Rasped a voice next to her ear.
"Just shut up and get her in the van already before she comes to."
She was being dragged now, bare feet bloody, wet and useless. Now, it is becoming more clear that there were atleast five more men around. No less, Kogetsu's troops of men. The chains on their armor, clinked and chimed like tinkling bells from hell.
Nothing is worse than the utter sense of absolute final defeat. Hot tears flowed down her already wet face. It was useless. The damn deviant was right, i was weak. She have been starved and tortured close to the brink of death. She have now lost counts of how many moons ago it has been since she have seen the light of the sun.
She has been rendered as limp and hopeless as a rag doll. the thought of being thrown into that forsaken cold dark dungeon again, caved her insides with despair. Angry red and purple marks still adorned her neck and wrists and ankles. Bruises from the chains that has kept her captive all these years.
As her motionless body was being ushered into the back of steel black van, her wavering consciousness was barely being held together. Her vision, no matter how hard she tried, was blurring in and out of focus in hazy blotches of red white and grey.
The sound of the rain was so deafening.
Voices were speaking but she has all but lost her ability to focus or understand coherent words anymore. She was drifting deeper into this fog of nothingness. The pain she felt earlier was now a dull ache. In some ways she welcomed it. It was almost a comforting sensation to know that... 'i am still alive'.
In her tranced state, she saw through her her foggy vision...those gleaming merciless silver eyes in the streaks of beading rain. As if it was taunting me, mocking my very existence. Kogetsu; Bright moon. How fitting that name was. They did look like two little shining moons, shame that they were so lifeless and cold, she thought, before everything faded to an un-relentless black.