[A/N] Hai, I'm back...with another AU fic...don't worry, it's another SanzoxGoku+Homura fic. ^^;; I can't help it, honest! Okay, on to the fic...

****

Of Scandalous Heaven

#0 - Prologue

By Gokugurl

****

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes...just be an illusion.
- Javan

****

This was hell.

Wait - scratch that. It was heaven. No, it was hell. Whatever. No words could describe what it was that he was feeling now, the hot swirl of torture and the slow, lazy pleasure he got from it. Or at least, that was what one Son Goku thought as the inhuman drug was forced down his throat.

Please...

The youth choked, but too late, the drug had already had its desired effect; almost instantaneously after swallowing the drug those men named 0023, the young boy of fifteen felt his muscles seize up, tensing and clenching tightly as a hideously painful shock seared through his body, churning in his blood.

Oh, goddamn it, that hurt.

His golden eyes snapped open, and he dimly registered his surroundings with his blurry vision; he was in the Kuroi Bara's place – he recognized the dark room and the black walls - the rival gang of the Akai Yoru, his own gang. Where was Gojyo? He wondered dazedly. His question was almost immediately answered as he saw the young, tanned man of twenty lying on the floor, scarlet strands askew as another thug stepped on Gojyo's hand; extracting yet another fresh bout of crimson blood from that part of the redhead's anatomy.

No!

He tried to struggle against the dark-haired one who gripped his arms, tried to scream, but his efforts died in vain as the paralysis drug took its toll on him. He couldn't move, and somehow or other, 0023 had taken effect on his vocal cords; he couldn't budge a muscle, let alone talk or scream; even make a sound.

No no no no no no...

He continued murmuring no, chanting it like one would recite a mantra. But then, even if the drug hadn't been given to him, he himself would've been paralyzed anyway, terrified by both the irrational fear and disgust of anticipation of what they were going to deal him as the thugs began to inch closer toward him, gleaming knife in hand. And Goku's citrine orbs widened further as he recognized the one with the gold and sapphire eyes.

No...

Even as he felt the searing sharpness of the silver blade bite at his skin, tearing the tender flesh; spilling dark crimson in his wake, he had known what they were going to do. And even as he felt what remained of his battered garments being carelessly and painfully ripped away, even as the thugs pushed him callously against the old, creaking mattress with their weight, all he could do was open his mouth in a silent scream.

****

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

- James Baldwin

****

[A/N] So how was it? Should I continue or not? As you might've guessed, Wild Adapter played a –humongous- role in this fic's inspiration...well...tell me then. If you don't like it I'll just chuck it off. Jyaa!

E-mail: kimiekun@hotmail.com