You know you wanna Ch 4
The bullet ripped through the soft flesh of Koumyou's chest, blasting forth from the other side and burying itself in the hard wooden door frame behind him. No one moved.
The silence dragged on for an indefinite amount of time. Sanzo watched horrified at the sight of so much glowing crimson flowing out of the only father he'd ever known. This evil act done by his own hand in anger at something he couldn't understand; didn't want to understand.
Ukoku moved behind Koumyou, his hand outstretched, shock burned into his face, a reflexive action, but one that caught Goku's eye. He moved before anyone could stop him; all rage and fury and manic lack of self-control. Ukoku didn't have enough time to scream…Goku's nails dented the soft flesh of his throat, tore into it and pulled. The golden boy was a walking tarnished copper, splattered in violent shades of red and grey…human agony and human sacrifice.
Sanzo could only stand there and watch as the boy's eyes turned wild and unfocused and he realized that it was the first time he'd ever killed. He walked forward woodenly, gun clattering to the floor from numb fingers and a frozen mind. All he knew was he had to stop him. Goku had to be stop.
"San…" Hakkai whispered, arm outstretched towards the others.
"Leave it, 'Kai. This is between them. They have to figure it out." Gojyo pulled Hakkai back against him, back to chest and wrapped long arms around the smaller man, pulling the thin robe tighter over the abrasions.
Goku growled low in his throat, head flung back and eyes screwed shut with tears coursing down his cheeks in messy lines of blood and grime. Sanzo reached out, lightly fingering the boy's shoulders, flinching when Goku surged forward all of a sudden before grabbing the boy and holding him close enough to crush against his thin chest. Goku writhed in his grip, fighting the contact, trying to get away. He clawed at Sanzo's back, nails breaking, cloth shredding and still Sanzo hung on. Desperately, Goku bit him fiercely on the neck, drawing blood that mixed with the salt of sweat and anguish. Sanzo hissed, and did the only thing he knew how to…he forced their lips together in a mind numbing crush that left the boy dazed, breathing ragged and harsh as it puffed out against his throat. Leaving it open to the youth, a sign of trust that even the boy's fogged mind understood, he shivered convulsively as Goku leaned in and licked the jumping Adam's apple.
"Sa..n..zo…?"
"Shh…it's done. It's done." Goku clung on piteously for a long moment, shaking with grief, trying to order his thoughts.
Ragged coughing dragged over the room and as one they turned and looked towards the sound.
"Fa…" Sanzo glanced back at Goku who only nodded wearily, smaller hands pushing him away and towards the dieing man.
Sanzo crawled across the floor to him, white gold hair limp and gory and his white robes like sun on snow— blood-spattered and beyond repair.
"I'm sorry, my son. I'm so…sorry." Koumyou made a strangled gurgling sound in the back of his throat, a small rivulet of the thick crimson spilling out between his thin lips as Sanzo clutched him tighter against his chest.
"No…Master…Father…you can't…" Red tinted fingers brushed golden strands out of violet eyes, a soft, sad smile flickering across his features as he started to tremble.
"Remember…hold…nothing...it will own you if you…do…kill, what must be killed…live, my son. Just live." For a heartbeat they stared at each other, Koumyou's labored breathing and Goku's sniffling the only sound in the room. And then there was only Goku.
The thud of Koumyou's lifeless hand falling to the floor made Sanzo shudder. His eyes were cold and flat as he laid his father down on the stained tatami and covered the man with his own jacket. Standing, he walked out of the room alone. Hakkai held the others back when they would have followed.
"No. Let him have some space, some time. He'll come back to us…eventually, but give him this night to grieve alone."
"I don' wanna. You shouldn't be alone when you're sad. It just hurts more." Goku pushed out of Hakkai's grip and ran from them. For the door. For Sanzo.
"Guess he's made his choice then; think we'll get to play every once and a while?" Gojyo drawled lazily into his ear, his warm breath ghosting over the surface as he nuzzled into the flushed length of Hakkai's neck.
"Hmm…maybe. Do you really want to chance Goku finding out though? He's twice as strong as Ukoku was." Hakkai smiled, batting softly at the few loose strands of copper hair that flittered into his vision.
"Ah damn, yeah, and there's no way I'm bringing a kid into this." Gojyo sulked, lightly stroking the pad of his thumb over Hakkai's scored chest.
"Well, technically, he's not really a child anymore." Hakkai mused, fingers twisting the sash of Gojyo's belt around their lengths. "He's seventeen; we really don't have anything to say in matter."
"He's still not getting in our bed, Hakkai. I don't do kids." Gojyo grumbled.
"Of course not, you're a respectable pervert." Hakkai smothered a chuckle at the look of consternation that crossed his lover's face.
"Damn straight, now can we go be perverted in our own house please? The blood and people bits laying around are killing the mood."
Hakkai laughed softly and walked unsteadily to the door, sighing as Gojyo wrapped an arm about his waist and held him close as they left the past where it should stay. In the past.
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