[A/N] I have absolutely no inspiration for [Of Violet Twilight], the sequel to [Of Golden Eyes]...and since my mind has been buzzing with school rules since my first week back, I thought I'd try out this little piece ^_^

I wrote this crappy thing based on my school – but that doesn't mean I don't respect my prefect board! No! *Places hands defensively in front of her* If any of you fellow prefects are reading this, don't take any offense – but I'm a prefect too, I can't diss my board, can I? ;) Dedicated to all the prefects of Assunta Secondary, and also the ex-prefects! \^O^/

Oh, and...for the sake of fitting in for the description, their ages will be different. Sanzo, Hakkai and Gojyo are all the same age, with the exception of Goku.

Sanzo = Prefect, 14 years old [Form 2]

Goku = Normal student, 13 years old [Form 1]

Hakkai = Librarian, 14 years old [Form 2]

Gojyo = Normal student [some kind of gangster], 14 years old [Form 2]

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[Disclaimer] Sanzo and Goku haven't been spotted having sex on Saiyuki. *sighs* Which means Saiyuki still belongs to Minekura Kazuya-sensei, whether I like it or not. ;)

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Of Perilous Attraction

#1 – First Meeting

By Gokugurl

"And so you see, prefects, as we start the new term..."

"Not again," the youth muttered, from the safety of his perch right at the back. 'God, Kyoshiro was one hell of a lecturer,' he thought in boredom. Running a fist through his blonde hair, the fourteen-year-old sighed in disdain, as the Head Prefect, Kyoshiro continued to babble about the responsibilities of the Prefect Board, and the importance it held to the school.

Sanzo suppressed a growl in his throat, and pretended to look interested. However, his deep violet eyes were a dead giveaway, as his attention was averted to his watch. It was 11.15, and he groaned softly. The prefects' meeting had started at 10.30, and it was a long way to go before the clock struck 11.45. Clad in what was a smart, long-sleeved shirt with black jackets and equally matching black pants, with a rather fitting crimson tie, the blonde knew he was hot. Literally.

For one thing, the sun was burning like hell. And the other, he was so fucking bored he could kill himself right there and then.

Okay, yes, he was a goddamned prefect, so what? He didn't like the school rules, the teachers, and he bloody well didn't like the kids from the lower form, all the newcomers. And anyway, he didn't abide by the rules; he really didn't see the reason why, of all people, he, Genjo Sanzo was selected as a prefect. For heaven's sake, he cursed, he fought, he smoked, he rebelled – why him? And he had never been interested in the prefectorial board, oh no. He had never given a thought about it, and he wasn't going to start now.

Being a prefect of Nishi High meant that you were submitting yourself to slave labor. Uh-huh. The prefects were killers, yes, and they had special permission to do things that normal students wouldn't – couldn't – do. More often than not, they held even more power than the teachers of the school. There was power, but with power came responsibility, with responsibility came school, and with school came students.

Ah yes, the students.

He hated the students. Immensely. Yeah, Genjo Sanzo was anti-social, for good reason. The kids were annoyingly chirpy, and if they started talking together at the same time – he shuddered involuntarily at the frightening thought. Their voices could grow so loud; it could wake Hell and all that resided in it with that noise. And Sanzo hated noise. He preferred silence and solitude, rather than liveliness and chatter. He had the tendency to yell if the situation got too noisy – and he winced. 'Maybe that was why they had selected me as one,' he thought dully.

Oh, good lord...Sanzo looked at his black Gucci watch another time, and cursed silently under his breath. If he didn't get out of this soon, he was going to kill someone.

Nishi High was one of the best private schools in town, and that's why the fucking prefect board wanted them to live up to their expectations. He couldn't care less, actually. And the others couldn't give a damn about him and his thoughts, and that was why he was still stuck in the goddamn board. And hell, the school had a gallon of rules to stick to, follow, and obey.

And being the perfect little prefects that they were supposed to be, they had to make others follow in their footsteps; to be trained, disciplined students who wouldn't disappoint their school or drag the school's name through the mud. Kyoshiro had been elected as the Head Prefect, and for good reason – he could have been easily mistaken for a teacher, and no wonder, anyway; the way he ranted and lectured about the rules and regulations – it seemed that he had swallowed the whole Encyclopedia of Rules, if there even was one. As for the Head Prefect's assistant...

"Now, now...somebody getting bored?" He turned at the direction of the nasal voice. A dark-haired youth approached him, clad in the same black prefect uniform that Sanzo wore. His mismatched eyes glinted in amusement, and the blonde growled quietly as the taller one placed a patient hand on his shoulder. Sanzo shrugged him off, before brushing dust off his shoulder. But Sanzo, nevertheless, smirked as his enigmatic amethyst met with the other's perplexing gold and sapphire.

"Well, if it isn't Homura Taishi," he murmured, and raised his right hand in a mock salute. "Nice to meet you again, Assistant Head." Homura smirked too, before saluting Sanzo in return, a glimmer of misdemeanor dancing in his eyes. "Same to you...Genjo Sanzo, isn't it?" he reached out his hand, expecting Sanzo to shake it or slap it away. Sanzo did neither, but only looked away, rolling his eyes. "Well, like duh. Seems that you're still the same, old hardworking clever bastard, eh?"

Homura chuckled, but the laugh did not reach his eyes. "Watch your language, asshole."

Other prefects began backing away, and shrunk back as the two archenemies began a glaring competition. Homura and Sanzo were known for their rivalry; each was the top student of the form, and damn, they were smart. And bitter. Every time there was a Maths examination, it was guaranteed that it would be Sanzo or Homura with the top marks. That is, if each of them didn't score 100 at the same time. Others scoffed at their rivalry, for others did not see any point in arguing over a few pieces of paper that proved nothing in life.

But for Homura Taishi and Genjo Sanzo, it proved everything - from their names to their downright reputation. And they didn't care what others thought.

"What is going on there?" Kyoshiro's voice was heard, and the nerdy face came into view as he pushed through the crowd. At the height of 150cm, he barely managed to do so, and others wondered how he came to be the Head of the dominant board. But it wasn't their business anyway. "What's happening?"

Sanzo broke the glare, and his cool violet looked down to meet Kyoshiro's anxious brown. "Oh, don't worry, Kyoshiro...it's nothing," he said dryly, before averting his gaze to Homura again. "It's just that our...Head Assistant wanted to discuss something with me." There was something razor-sharp in his voice, and it was portrayed clearly within his lavender orbs as golden and cerulean met his gaze.

"So it is, Head. Don't worry...I'll be going to check the updates on the Board." Homura walked away, and shot Sanzo and Kyoshiro a malicious glare as he left. Sanzo couldn't help but feel a shiver trailing sneakily down his spine. The loathing and detest in those eyes...it was unnerving, sometimes, the mismatched gaze that could sometime pierce your soul. He looked down at Kyoshiro in sympathy. The poor guy was frozen in place, as though Homura's cold glare had turned him to ice, and his mouth opened and closed like a goldfish.

Homura wanted the Head's position, Sanzo knew. And while he was at it, he would do anything to get that sole place, that one position that would put him in control of nearly all the students in the school.

Anything.

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"Had a bad day?"

"Yeah," Sanzo muttered, taking off his reading glasses, and looked up at the kindly face of his brunette friend. "Just that bloody fucking Homura screwed up again. By the way..." he shifted so that they were face-to-face. "I need help with the Science homework, Cho Hakkai. Lend me your notes," he said casually, before burying his face in the Science textbook again. "I can't understand the bloody matter concept."

The librarian named Hakkai sighed, and fished out the said notes from his file, and thrust it into Sanzo's face as he settled down to sit beside the blonde, ignoring Sanzo's growl of irritation. Hakkai looked around the quiet library, and sighed, smiling at the taciturnity of the place. "Isn't it peaceful?" he murmured, and looked in amusement at the disgruntled Sanzo as the blonde struggled to make sense of the Brown theory.

"Oh, dear. Here, let me help you," he said good-naturedly, and wrote down the correct answer on Sanzo's notebook. Sanzo muttered something inaudible, before he chucked the textbook aside, only to continue his maths homework. Hakkai shook his head, and a low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he watched Sanzo breeze quickly through the negatives and fractions efficiently.

"Ne - anyone in here?" a childish, nervous voice called out from the door.

Hakkai stood up, and returned to the counter, gesturing the visitor to come in, a warm and friendly big brother smile etched on his beautiful face. "Yes, please come in," he said cheerfully, and started reshuffling the messy books on the counter.

A young kid of around thirteen stepped in, looking around in caution and in awe at the huge library that was Nishi High's. "Sugee," he murmured quietly. Sanzo lifted his head from his homework, and took off his reading glasses as he tried to get a closer look at the boy. Newcomer, he mused, otherwise he wouldn't have sounded so nervous if he had been to the library a few times.

He sighed, and rearranged his finished homework in his file as he proceeded to leave the library. He placed the books on the counter for a quick check, and Hakkai expertly shuffled through them, checking each carefully should they have the school logo in them; the school's property. But of course, it would be absurd for Sanzo to do such a thing, for he had no interest in stealing anything; he was too filthy rich to want anything from the school, he had scoffed. Sanzo sighed, obviously bored, and shifted so that he got a good look at the new boy, the nervous little kid.

And his jaw almost dropped in shock as he got a good glimpse of him.

The kid was lean and lithe for one of the age of thirteen, not too muscular, he decided, but just the way he liked it. Clad in the student's uniform of the short-sleeved shirt and black pants, his skin was a delicate bronze, a smooth tan. He had short, thick and unruly hair, a brilliant shade of brown that somehow resembled dark, and sweet chocolate. The child's face had been carved by a master; having had fine cheekbones and a tantalizing dip of the chin, complete with a full, lush mouth, with extremely kissable lips that were parted slightly, like a lover's. And the eyes...

The eyes, they were a beautiful shade of hazel and citrine, an enticing combination that came together to form marvelous golden orbs. And in those eyes, those golden eyes, lay a powerful innocence and unmistakable trust. Sanzo shivered gently, and the innocence and purity of those eyes seemed to bare into his heart, his soul – and they were so serene, so uncorrupted that it made him feel dirty and unclean.

He was turned on, Sanzo realized in amazement as he staggered, grasping a firm hold on the wooden counter as he tried to steady himself. Regaining his composure, he cleared his throat, and shook his head free from any obscene thoughts that might have invaded his mind. Sanzo cursed quietly under his breath, and closed his eyes as he felt a migraine coming, and he swayed a little, panting.

"Ne, O-nii-san...you all right?" He looked down, only to find the kid gazing up at him in puzzlement. He felt his breath catch in his chest, and his heartbeat began to increase rapidly as his pulse began to race. He waved the child aside, and settled to take back his books. "Sanzo, you alright?" Hakkai asked in alarm, coming out from behind the counter to help Sanzo with the heavy load. "Maybe you should go to the health wing...you should let Kanzeon examine you, maybe something's wrong..."

Unable to control it, Sanzo snorted, and began to stuff the books in his bag as they reached the few closets just outside the library. "God, Hakkai, I'd die before I go to the old hag and let her check me," he muttered, before slinging the bag over his back, blanching as he felt the weight of his books take its toll.

"I'm perfectly alright," he said coldly, and narrowed his eyes at the thought of his duty at the field. "And fucking Homura had set me to take care of 1A2. Can you believe it?" he complained to Hakkai, "A bunch of gakis! [Kids/Brats] The bloody bastard knew that I can't stand kids...he just wanted to let it out on me, I know it..."

He sighed involuntarily, and turned away, and didn't see the smile that crept onto Hakkai's face. "Oh well, Hakkai. I'll come by the school library again tomorrow...save a seat," he added, poking Hakkai in the chest as he swung his black blazer over his back, leaving naught on his body but his long-sleeved shirt. "You'd better, or you're earning a black mark from me," he said dully, his violet eyes glinting with amusement. He proceeded to go to the field, where all the Form Ones and Form Twos lined up before they went to their respective classes, and groaned as he remembered his duty.

Deeply engrossed in his thoughts, he hadn't realized the golden-eyed youth of thirteen had been following him, until he tapped Sanzo on his arm. Sanzo snapped back to reality, and looked down in annoyance at the kid, forgetting how aroused he was just a moment ago. "What do you want, kid?" he asked, irritated, running a hand through his hair, as his amethyst orbs bared into the child's golden ones.

"Um..." the kid lowered his face, only to fumble with his fingers. "I...don't know where's my class," he admitted with some embarrassment, before looking up again to meet Sanzo's eyes. "I figured since you were a prefect, could you...help me?"

His golden eyes filled with such hope, such trust, that Sanzo couldn't resist. The blonde rolled his eyes, and sighed as he continued walking. "I guess I can't refuse. What's your name, gaki?" he asked, the irritation still visible in his voice, but to a lesser extent now. "I can't help you unless I don't know your name...I'm Sanzo," he pointed to himself, and to his nametag that was settled snugly below his glistening prefect tag. "Genjo Sanzo. Omae?" [You?]

"I'm Goku. Son Goku."

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[A/N] Now I feel better. ^_^ As for GojyoxHakkai fans, don't worry - Gojyo will be coming up. This is just the intro you see...and as its Sunday night, I have to get back to school tomorrow, so I thought I'd just post this for fun. Hope you guys liked it! ^_^

E-mail: kimiekun@hotmail.com

- 10.52 PM, 12th January 2003.