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WARNING: THIS FAN FIC CONTAINS SOME MATERIAL THAT MAY BE FOUND OFFENSIVE AND/OR DISGUSTING. DO NOT READ IF YOU HAVE AN OBJECTION TO SUCH THINGS!
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Yaoi4Life
Goku sank wearily to the ground, dropping his pack. Sweat slipped down his face and neck, drenching the collar of his shirt. "Do we have any water?" he asked, golden eyes picking Hakkai out of his three lifeless friends and the silver dragon. "No? A shame..." he whispered.
A breeze picked up, rustling the bare branches of a lone tree. It carried the scent of fresh blood.
Goku licked his lips hungrily. He reached up and scratched his head, finally knocking his power limiter off fully. "Oooo...what's this?" he asked, staring at his elongating fingers and hands.
His stomach growled. "Oh...I'm hungry. Do we have any food, Hakkai? No? This will have to do, then." Seitan reached down and grabbed a finger of one of Gojyo's cold hands. He snapped the finger off with a snarl. Blood poured over his hand.
"Feel that, Gojyo? It's the color of your hair, but unlike your hair, it's warm." Seitan brought the finger to his mouth and sank his sharp teeth into it.
Sanzo stirred slightly, the bitter tang of blood in his mouth. How long had he been out? The priest slowly sat up, sinking into the sand a little bit. He licked his dry, cracked lips, looking around blearily. He saw two motionless figures laying a little ways away in the darkness. He slowly crawled over to them, painfully aware of his wounds.
"Hakkai? Gojyo?" Sanzo asked softly, purple eyes gazing over the bodies. They widened when he saw how mutilated they were.
Hakkai was missing several fingers, a hand, several parts below the waist, and chunks of meat and muscle were missing from his arms and legs. Gojyo had faired better. He was only missing a finger, his eyes, and part of his arm.
A wind picked up, flinging the scent of blood and death to the priest. Above the wind, he heard a soft twittering and something flew into his belly.
Sanzo looked down to see the crumpled body of a small silver dragon lying in his lap.
"Haraku!" Sanzo cried softly.
The dragon looked up at the sound of his name and twittered again.
"Where's Goku, Haraku?"
Haraku shook his head and jumped into the sand. The dragon hopped over to something and grabbed the object in his claws. He flew over to Sanzo and dropped the object in the priest's lap before landing in the sand.
Sanzo lifted the object in front of his face to see it better. "Shit! Goku's limiter!" he snarled. He tried standing, but his legs wouldn't support him.
Haraku twittered softly and hopped closer to Sanzo.
"Which way did he go?" Sanzo asked, lifting the dragon.
Haraku swung his head to the left and whistled.
"Follow him and make sure he doesn't kill anyone else."
The silver dragon nodded and took flight.
