A/N :Thanks for all your reviews! Seriously…reviews are like…chocolate dipped in…chocolate. Eheh.

Oh, yeah. This would be slightly AU-ish.

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Sanzo clutched his abdomen in pain as he fell to his knees. The burning hot pain seared throughout his entire body, as one by one his muscles began to cramp. Determinedly, he kept his violet eyes open even as his vision blurred.

Could it be? Did he even dare to hope?

Just a few feet away from him, his ever loyal pet had begun to panic. / Typical saru. /

His world was spinning now, and he faintly registered Goku's voice ringing in his ears. Ironically, it was the only thing that was keeping him from losing it completely.

Sanzo suddenly felt as it he was floating. Floating around in nothingness, he felt no pain, and he welcomed the sensation with open arms.

"I love you…please don't leave me…"

No…

"Stay with me forever…-Sanzo!"

Goku…

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Goku was practically hysterical. There he was watching his one and only love go down with pain – and he was utterly helpless.

It wasn't like he could do anything, anyway. It wasn't like he was actually worth anything.

Goku blinked. Where did that stray thought come from?

Deciding to brush it off, at least for now anyway, Goku tried to focus on more important things. Like Sanzo, for instance. The golden haired monk was on his knees, his eyes hazy and unfocused, as if he were a million miles away.

Seeing Sanzo like this, it terrified him. Goku couldn't bear to witness his guardian in pain and suffering. It made him mad, angry. It made him want to…

Destroy. Goku wanted to rip something apart. He wanted to crush something, to beat it into a worthless pulp.

Unconsciously he backed away from Sanzo. And at that moment, little cracks appeared on his golden diadem. Cracks that grew and expanded at an alarming rate.

A small voice in his mind was screaming frantically at him.

/ Don't lose control! /

But it was too late. Goku shut his eyes tight, and screamed out in agony as his form changed. Changed to his true self. To what he was originally born as. Seiten Taisei Son Goku.

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Homura.

No, not just Homura, it was Homura Toushin Taishi. Fighting god.

Anger boiled in his blood as he took in the sight of the kami. He seemed to be in some sort of pain. Goku reached out a clawed hand and gripped the kami's chin, bringing it up to meet his gaze.

Homura's mismatched eyes were sort of unfocused, Goku thought almost curiously. He brought Homura's face closer; examining it with interest.

Homura's eyes were also kinda pretty, he mused, as he watched the hazy bi-colored eyes.

/ He hurt me. /

What? Goku started, his vice-like grip loosening slightly as the voice echoed around his head, shattering his moment.

/ He hurt my sun. /

Sun?

/ Our sun. /

Goku's eyes widened, before narrowing them into almost slits. Hurt him, did he? Well, two can play at that game.

He moved back for a little space, as his eager fist readied a blow that would be fatal to any normal being. He didn't like gods. They were cruel, wicked creatures that disgusted him. He could destroy this one easily, but it had been so long since…perhaps he would play for a little bit…Yes, Son Goku liked to play.

He delivered his powerful hit, enjoying the way the earth's aura reached out to him, giving him Her ancient power and strength.

So caught up in his tirade was Goku that the sudden widening of his victim's mismatched eyes did not register to him until it was too late…

He watched for a moment as Homura practically flew a few feet away from him, the result of his powerful momentum. That had felt good. But he wasn't satisfied, no, he still had a long list of things to do to the blasted kami.

He advanced slowly to the fallen god, in sly catlike movements, the perfect predator.

Predator. He liked the sound of that. It suited him, somehow.

A sudden flash of gold diverted his attention from his prey. He whipped to his right, only to come face-to-face to the most beautiful creature that ever lived.

Konzen.

Sanzo watched as Goku's eyes gleamed, sending a chill down his spine. He felt nauseated; the sudden switch had left him clutching his ribs, gasping for air.

He mentally scoffed. The real reason behind his racing heart was the fact that Goku had almost hit him instead of Homura. If the reversal of the spell had took just a millisecond longer, he would have been in Homura's place, and he certainly didn't want that. Well, Fate had its way of happening, and for once, Sanzo was thankful for it.

Seeing Goku like this, in his full youkai form, it made Sanzo feel helpless and weak. He scoffed again. That was probably how Goku had felt in the first place, helpless, and it was the culprit of the whole transformation.

As he aimed his gun Goku's forehead, he couldn't help but think that this was Goku, for fucks sake, and he would never pull the trigger. Well, even if he did, the youkai was fast enough evade it, but that wasn't the point.

Gone was the boisterous, noisy, irritating as hell… and innocent Goku that Sanzo had helplessly fallen for. And yet, Sanzo couldn't help but muse, Goku in his youkai form was still as sexy as the Goku he knew. This sly creature was something else altogether.

He was jerked out from his sinful musings when Goku suddenly moved, and the next thing he knew, his back had painfully hit a hard as stone tree trunk.

He let out an unintentional gasp as his gun-hand was pinned to his side, and his other hand shared the same fate, locked just above his head.

Intense golden eyes were suddenly locked with his own, as Goku peered into his violet orbs, as if searching for something. Sanzo unconsciously held his breath; he was smart enough to know that just one wrong move could mean the end of his existence.

The ends of Goku's perfect mouth lifted into what looked like an almost-smirk, as Goku leaned closer to him so that his breath was tickling Sanzo's sensitive ears.

"Konzen".

Sanzo gasped out his long held breath as the familiar name vibrated throughout his head, his entire body automatically tensing.

"Konzen…" murmured Goku again, this time nuzzling Sanzo's neck, as a hand came up to stroke the side of his face, his gun-hand released from being pinned to his aching side. The gun slipped from his fingers, and fell to the ground with a small thud. Sanzo didn't even notice.

Goku ran his tongue over the pulse-point of Sanzo's neck, as the latter's breathing quickened. Almost expertly, Goku bit into Sanzo's lily-white skin, causing the monk to bring up his hand to Goku's back, gripping onto the rough fabric of Goku's cape.

As if satisfied, Goku sucked onto the red spot, occasionally licking it with slow, seductive movements. Sanzo bit back a gasp, as Goku pressed his lithe body against his own.

"I'm not Konzen", he somehow managed to croak out, his hand tugging onto Goku's cape, forcing Goku's tantalizing lips away from his neck.

Goku did pull away from him, his perfect lips curving into a sly smirk.

"You were my sun, you are my sun, and you'll always be my sun no matter what they call you."

Sanzo's breath caught in his throat as Goku's hand reached up to seductively stroke his face once again.

What was happening? Was this the real Son Goku? And what did this mean, if it were true?

Goku withdrew his hand, and turned away from him. He once again advanced towards Homura, who was leaning against a tree, watching them as blood trickled down his nose and at the corners of his mouth. The kami wiped away the red liquid, his shackles getting stained in the process.

Not far away, Gojyo and Hakkai were not having an easy time with Shien and Zeon, as Homura's two lackeys fought for what they truly wanted. Escape. Escape from this wretched world filled with injustice. They wanted a new world, and they were going to do all they could to accomplish it.

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Homura watched as Seiten Taisei Son Goku neared him, his eyes like those of a hawk, watching his every movement.

He had heard from certain sources that Goku always lost control whenever he was in his youkai form. So why wasn't the earth-spirit going berserk and destroying everything in sight?

Homura couldn't figure it out. Another point for Goku, that makes it two-zero now. He pushed himself from the support of the tree, staggering a bit his knees shook. He knew that he probably looked totally pathetic, but there was nothing he could do.

And wasn't that how Tentei himself saw him? A pathetic, worthless itan? Whatever it was, it didn't matter now. Because it was time.

He unsheathed his sword, watching as it caught flames. It would be the last time he witnessed it; the phenomenal appearance of fire out of thin air, but hell, it would be the last time he withdrew it.

For this was Homura Taishi's last battle.

A fighting god can only die if defeated in a fight.

At least now he would die with some dignity. Shien and Zeon were of no more; he could no longer feel their presence. He was alone.

Well, that feeling was not new to him, Homura was used to being alone. Sure, Shien and Zeon had sworn their loyalty to him; they had fought to their very end. But Homura wasn't talking about that kind of loneliness.

Goku charged, moving so fast that the god couldn't sense him. His wrist suddenly snapped, as his flame sword was struck out of his hand, leaving trees burnt and mutilated in its path as it sailed through the thick forest.

The sound of malicious laughter reached his ears.

Homura almost cringed as Goku threw back his long tresses, enjoyment written clearly on his face.

He looked down at his shackles.

Yes, why not? It was getting difficult to breathe, if he took them off, he might slow down the process of his death, the consequence of being born a half-breed heretic.

The heavy iron fell to the earth, emitting a loud thud. It caught Goku's attention. It didn't dampen the youkai's blood-lust, though, it sort of multiplied it.

Homura gathered a fire-ball, made out of pure energy. He poured his emotions into it, all of his anger, self-hatred, his devastation, everything.

With a heart-wrenching cry, he released his dam of emotion in the form of the burning ball of flame, blood trickling freely down his nose as he watched it head towards Goku.

He half-smiled as Goku easily broke the fire-ball into half, and let out a small chuckle as the flames evaporated.

/ He's so strong …so fast…so powerful… /

Homura suddenly found himself on his knees, his vision tinted red. /So fast…/ He blinked, and clutched his abdomen. He blinked again, as he removed his hand, only to find it covered with blood. His blood.

He let out a silent gasp, as the pain finally hit him. Never had he felt this much agony, as he saw the holes in his gut. Goku had practically clawed out his intestines.

This was it. This was the moment that he had been waiting for. It would be the end of his pitiful existence, after this there would be no more Homura Taishi.

He forced himself to look up; it was getting difficult to orientate his movements. He was met with Goku's intense golden eyes, eyes that now gleamed with comprehension and undisguised triumph of finally defeating the enemy. (Or the prey, in Goku's case.)

/ That makes it three-nil, doesn't it/

Son Goku. The heretic created from the very essence of the earth, the most beautiful being he had ever laid his eyes on.

The heretic which he had somehow fallen for. The same heretic that he had hurt; betrayed. And the same heretic that gave him freedom.

"I thank you, Son Goku."

And with that last sentence, Homura Taishi ceased to exist.

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Sanzo tried not to limp as he made his way to his Goku. The latter was still staring at Homura's body, an intrigued look in his topaz colored orbs.

He had watched, almost horrified, as his young disciple destroyed the fighting god as one would swat a fly. And he had enjoyed it; it was portrayed clearly on his taunting face.

"Goku".

Sanzo fought the urge to cringe as those killer eyes were snapped in his direction. He kept his face emotionless, as Goku's eyes traveled all around his body, sinful lust left unguarded.

Goku smiled, no, smirked at him as Sanzo raised his hand placing it on the youkai's forehead. Sanzo found himself locking eyes with the beautiful heretic, as he chanted the incantation that would replace Goku's diadem.

He had never thought that it would be this easy.

Hell, he had never imagined, not even in his wildest dreams; that his lover would behave like that- Sanzo's neck was still throbbing slightly.

The new diadem appeared around Goku's head, and he fell unconscious into Sanzo's awaiting arms.

Sanzo gazed down at his beautiful lover, as he stroked untamed chocolate locks from his peaceful face. He planted a soft kiss on Goku's forehead when he heard Hakkai and Gojyo emerging from an opening in the trees.

He shook his head slightly, a gesture that meant he'll explainlater Hakkai nodded, and signaled Hakuryuu to morph into the green jeep.

There was sure a lot of explaining to do.

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A/N: I totally suck at the fighting scenes. That would explain why I didn't give a blow by blow account about how Shien and Zeon were defeated. .

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